The camera feed showed a room she didn't recognize. Concrete walls. A single folding chair. And sitting in the chair, facing the camera, was Springtrap. Not the Springtrap from the game—this one was still. Waiting. Its empty eye sockets were aimed directly at the lens.
She slammed the laptop shut. Her heart hammered against her ribs. The room was silent except for the hum of her desk fan. She sat there for a full minute, breathing.
"You opened the door, Cassie."
A soft scratch from her closet door.
YOU WEREN'T SUPPOSED TO FIND THIS.
Then it moved.
Her real name. Not her username. Her real name.
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