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"L E A V E…. M E…. B E!”
He did what he had to do. He succeeded. He killed the murderer. He became a living tomb, a bipedal crypt for the man who took so many lives. The Spring Trap avenged the children he’d loved so dearly. And he was repaid by getting sealed off in an empty room, a room not on cameras or maps, for thirty years. For decades he decayed with the corpse of a murderer inside of him. But it was all right; he was at peace; the children played safely now and forevermore, all thanks to him.
Now they’ve uncovered him. Now they’ve put him on display like a zoo animal. They couldn’t even let him live out his years of peace alone. Now they laugh at him, force him to perform in some… horror attraction. There is no more Fredbear’s Diner; there are no more children here. He spent three decades comforting himself with the knowledge that above him children were playing safely, but he was wrong.
Now he is the punch line of some cosmic joke. His sacrifice is a joke, the deaths of his children are being made into a joke, and the attraction’s customers will not stop tormenting him. If they want horror, he’ll show them horror.
He just wants to be left alone.
my Springtrap headcanons are incredibly sad but at least I had fun painting him. Do not repost on tumblr or anywhere else! Instead, reblog from me here: edgebug.tumblr.com/post/112745… thank you!

Description
"L E A V E…. M E…. B E!”
He did what he had to do. He succeeded. He killed the murderer. He became a living tomb, a bipedal crypt for the man who took so many lives. The Spring Trap avenged the children he’d loved so dearly. And he was repaid by getting sealed off in an empty room, a room not on cameras or maps, for thirty years. For decades he decayed with the corpse of a murderer inside of him. But it was all right; he was at peace; the children played safely now and forevermore, all thanks to him.
Now they’ve uncovered him. Now they’ve put him on display like a zoo animal. They couldn’t even let him live out his years of peace alone. Now they laugh at him, force him to perform in some… horror attraction. There is no more Fredbear’s Diner; there are no more children here. He spent three decades comforting himself with the knowledge that above him children were playing safely, but he was wrong.
Now he is the punch line of some cosmic joke. His sacrifice is a joke, the deaths of his children are being made into a joke, and the attraction’s customers will not stop tormenting him. If they want horror, he’ll show them horror.
He just wants to be left alone.
my Springtrap headcanons are incredibly sad but at least I had fun painting him. Do not repost on tumblr or anywhere else! Instead, reblog from me here: edgebug.tumblr.com/post/112745… thank you!