The room was dark and damp. The floors had dust so thick, you could bury a small part of you finger in it. There were papers, kids' drawings, and bits of chipped paint everywhere. The shelves on the walls were empty, but they weren't always that way. They used to hold heads for animatronics, along with other robotic parts. Now, there were no robotic things at all...except for the green animatronic huddled in the corner. It had tears all throughout its body, notably on the chest and arms. The fabric below both knees was no longer there, just the metal and red meat exposed. The entire suit had bits of flesh shown through holes in the fabric. The head was in the best shape, although not good. It had a single tear near the back, exposing flesh. Two large rabbit ears extended from the top, one being much shorter than the other. Behind the mask was a skull, with most of its flesh still intact. It had only a few teeth, its eyes and mouth forced to stay open due to metal bits. The man, or what remained of him, inside of the suit let out a raspy sigh. His metallic eyes, which belonged to the suit, looked back and forth throughout the room. "So this is where it happened...where it all went wrong..." He thought to himself. The man tried to move his arm, the suit's arm lifted slightly. He was trapped in the suit, and there was no way out. No...he was the suit! He was a part of the suit, and the suit a part of him! He owned the suit! It had to do his bidding! The man, coming to terms with this, let out a quiet laugh at first. It slowly grew louder until he was howling as loud as his vocal chords would allow him. Then, for the first time in man years, he began to speak, or more accurately, mutter. "Ch...Char....Mmmm...Mi...." He rapidly thought of their names. It's their faults he was like this! He needs to get out, get REVENGE! He closed his fists tightly, anger flowing trough him. "Francis....." The red shirt boy, he was a jerk. He laughed as he was crushed alive in the suit! "Michael...." The white haired boy. It was his birthday on that day... "B...Bianca...." Dark skinned girl, in purple. She tripped him with her loose guitar string! Right...? "Char.....lie...." Blonde girl, stuck way too close to Red Shirt. There was silence for a moment, the man trying to remember the other one... "....Daniel.......he.....did....thissss....." It's all his fault! He made the suit go off! He's a murderer! The man began to laugh hysterically. He extended his arms to the floor, slowly lifting himself to his flat metal feet. He wobbled a bit, this being the first time he's stood in 30 years. The wall behind him covered in tally marks, more than 10,900 to be exact. A rusty knife was a few feet away from where his hands were in his sitting position. The suit bent over and picked it up. "Thhhirty yearssss....." he said, knife in hand. "Noowww, I'mmmm baccck...." He inspected the room, looking for anyway out. There were outlines of where two red doors would be on the wall to the left of him. Yet, no actual doors, only wall. "Must have put up a fake wall to cover me up...bastards..." The suit walked over the the fake wall, staring. "Yet, I'm an animatronic....I'm heavy weighted....I can kick it down...." He raised his foot, and balanced himself. Then, with all his might, started kicking at the wall. A small dent was made at first, but it didn't take long to get through the entire thing. He tore through it, aggressively. The room was completely empty, save for a few rats and fallen drawings. "They completely took everything....fascinating...." The windows and doors were boarded up, causing little light to get into the building. That didn't matter, though. The suit's eyes lit up, acting as a flashlight for the man. He walked around the abandoned building, eventually making his way to the stage. The animatronics were ripped from their places, obviously in a hurry. "P...poor Freddy....w...what have they done to you?" he muttered. His voice was painfully scratchy and deep. He sat down on the stage, pondering what to do next. They must be adults now, all in different places. How could he lure them back, like he did all those years ago? Suddenly, he grinned evilly. He walked over to a poster on the wall, and ripped it down. It read: "The NEW Freddy Fazbear's Pizza! Opening on April 29, 2015!" It was fairly new, being open for a few weeks. Meaning this location closed fairly recently. Wouldn't it be...unfortunate...if something happened? That would get their attention. That would lead them back. Once they were here... "W...who wouldn't trust a green Spring Bonnie? No...he's yellow. No one would believe me if I said I'm Spring Bonnie if she's yellow, and I'm green..." He thought to himself for a moment. "No...I'm not Spring Bonnie, nor.....William. I'm....Springtrap....YESSS! MY NAME IS SPRINGTRAP!!!" he shouted. He began to laugh psychotically, it echoing throughout the pizzeria throughout the night.