You stared slowly at him . He had a tired silver eye that sparkled purple. The other was covered by an eye patch

He had a purple vest and white long sleeve under. He bad darker purple pants with a leather belt and gold buckle.

His mouth had been sewned shut but he had stretched it to wear he could speak.

"My name is Y/N .." You say softly .

Springtrap peered at you. His British voice softening. He saw hints lf fear and confusion, so he decided to be gentle. "That's a nice name...Y/N.." He smiles . .

It was a sad crooked smile. The smile a person makes when there loved one goes off to war, and you smile for there well-being, but deep down, you don't want them to leave..

You sigh softly and look down. "You seem tired..." Springtrap chuckles softly, and the room echoes.

"Im fine..just..not as young as i used to be.."

Your eyes spark,"You seem young.." He nods,"Yes...but being in here seems like forever...I lost track of say and night.. Time..."

You nod. The place you we're in was like a dungeon. It was damp. Humid. Dripping from the ceiling was faint

"If we're the only two....why...why...are we..chained here."

"The warden is alive still.."

'W-warden??" You repeat