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Mike flipped up the cameras. There he was. The murderer that Fazbear's Fright used as an attraction. He lurked in the far corner of the hallway, just standing there. Completely still. Waiting.
Waiting for any chance to get closer.
Mike took a deep breath and gagged. Realizing the ventilation was down, he quickly rebooted the system, hoping it wasn't too late.
He checked the cameras again. Springtrap had moved. Closer.
But now, he had something in his decayed metal hand.
Was he holding a knife?
Where did he get a knife?
A prop left around the building somewhere? Or did someone bring a huge kitchen knife with their lunch? That would be ridiculous.
Mike laughed. This whole thing was insane. He didn't understand why he kept coming back. Closure? Maybe closure was overrated. He didn't want to die.
Suddenly, the cameras went down, along with the audio system.
Mike rebooted both of them, and the second they were done, he opened the cameras and hit the audio button on instinct.
Then he searched through each camera frantically, trying to find the undead animatronic, unsuccessfully.
Mike closed the cameras and looked up, shaking.
Springtrap was standing right in front of him. Staring at him. The glass suddenly seemed so thin. Mike played the audio again.
Springtrap didn't move.
Mike stared back at the murderer, hoping he would just go away.
Instead, Springtrap limped over to the doorway. He stood there, holding the knife up to his face. Menacing.
Mike noticed the knife was glistening with blood, half dried by now. Had he let someone die earlier? Had this... monster lured more innocents to their death, and he was too occupied to notice? Mike shook his head. There was no way it was him. It had to be day watch. No one else was in the building when Mike got there.
Unless... they had hidden in the safe room... he hadn't dared check in there...
But that didn't matter now. Mike had bigger problems.
Springtrap shuffled closer, knife raised. "Hello, Micheal. Nice to see you again."

Description
Mike flipped up the cameras. There he was. The murderer that Fazbear's Fright used as an attraction. He lurked in the far corner of the hallway, just standing there. Completely still. Waiting.
Waiting for any chance to get closer.
Mike took a deep breath and gagged. Realizing the ventilation was down, he quickly rebooted the system, hoping it wasn't too late.
He checked the cameras again. Springtrap had moved. Closer.
But now, he had something in his decayed metal hand.
Was he holding a knife?
Where did he get a knife?
A prop left around the building somewhere? Or did someone bring a huge kitchen knife with their lunch? That would be ridiculous.
Mike laughed. This whole thing was insane. He didn't understand why he kept coming back. Closure? Maybe closure was overrated. He didn't want to die.
Suddenly, the cameras went down, along with the audio system.
Mike rebooted both of them, and the second they were done, he opened the cameras and hit the audio button on instinct.
Then he searched through each camera frantically, trying to find the undead animatronic, unsuccessfully.
Mike closed the cameras and looked up, shaking.
Springtrap was standing right in front of him. Staring at him. The glass suddenly seemed so thin. Mike played the audio again.
Springtrap didn't move.
Mike stared back at the murderer, hoping he would just go away.
Instead, Springtrap limped over to the doorway. He stood there, holding the knife up to his face. Menacing.
Mike noticed the knife was glistening with blood, half dried by now. Had he let someone die earlier? Had this... monster lured more innocents to their death, and he was too occupied to notice? Mike shook his head. There was no way it was him. It had to be day watch. No one else was in the building when Mike got there.
Unless... they had hidden in the safe room... he hadn't dared check in there...
But that didn't matter now. Mike had bigger problems.
Springtrap shuffled closer, knife raised. "Hello, Micheal. Nice to see you again."