Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26120744-20180717012208/@comment-26120744-20180807052648

The moment Springtrap’a fist made contact with the Plush’s face, he gets a Golden Freddy jump scare.

His entire vision, even peripherals, engulfed by a single, eyeless face, what feels like white hot needles pressed into his skull, like a second pair of springlocks.

And then it’s gone, as is the plush, without a trace save for a deep, distorted laugh it leaves in its wake.