SPRINGTRAP

You knew better than to even go to the party in the first place, and you even knew you shouldn’t touch a drop of liquor. But as you stood, swaying softly on your shitty cheap heels you stared glassy eyed at the rotting building. “FAZBEAR FRIGHTS” is what the flickering sign read.

A dare had brought you here. Unsure if it was just explore or stay, you swallowed as much fear down into your stomach and slowly made your way into the crumbling establishment. Your heart racing as you used your phone light to guide your drunken steps. Wincing at the low battery signal.

You exhaled shakily and turned a corner, from what you could make out a small dingy office sat tucked in the back. Slowly you made your way down the dimly lit hallway and into the office. You ran your hand over the desk, cringing as you wiped the thin gold of dust on your shitty short dress.

You swallowed and spun around. Pausing as you came face to face with what seemed to be an animatronic. But you didn’t see a track when you walked past the window from the outside. It stared blankly at you through the glass. Yet every time you moved, its eyes seemed to follow.

Slowly you moved from the office entryway looking the beast up and down, the mascot easily towered over you. You covered your nose as you stepped closer, this thing must have been old. It smelled horrible!

You slipped by and just as you went to clear the corner, a loud thump made you flinch. You spun around only for the rather alive mascot to be staring at you. Dark eye lights scanning you up and down.