Springtrap awoke to a child's laughter.
He groaned and stretched out his stiff limbs before slowly pushing himself upright. It took a moment but he managed to get himself onto his feet with little to no swaying.
A sudden whirr and click alerted him to the cameras turning on; he turned to face the one above him with a huff.
The game was on.
He was getting frustrated with this guard. He'd gotten so close only to be led away by the brat's voice. He knew it was a trrick but damn the suit and its built in programming.
He was currently shuffling through a hallway. He glanced down at the Chica head which had a bright light expelling from empty sockets into the gloom of the doorway. He knelt down and moved it to the side. Under the Chica head lay a slip of paper.
It wasn't anything special but he found that it had been torn from a manual of some kind. It only talked about how to oil joints properly which led him to assume that it was about animatronic maintenance. He found that the inf