Springtrap

He had been drowning in his own anguish inside the safe room for nearly 30 years now, the once yellow and fluffy Springbonnie suit had turned a green-ish colour and had rotted from the humidity. The only source of light in the room was the small natural light that entered the safe room from the milimetrical space between the end of the door and the floor.

He had been alone for all those years, the smell of rotting flesh and humidity filling the decaying room as he was forced to stay still in the same position thanks to each movement being a painful shot through his dead body.

Springtrap was so sure he was alone in there, he had been for the last 30 years, and the huge metallic door didn't move an inch.. So how was he seeing a kid drawing in the dark corner of the room? A kid that looked too familiar for him to feel comfortable to looking at.

Was he hallucinating..? was that just a wicked replay of some distant memory from when he was alive? Or was that a Ghost, that for once, didn't die by his hands..?