PokeKorra295
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Our story starts in the decrepit halls of old,
The ones echoing the pain of many years.
These once joy filled chambers now tainted by mold,
The last standing remnants of the great Freddy Fazbear's.
Mostly ghosts roam these filthy paths,
But one entity has come to call it home.
The monster that once stole children's final laughs,
Springtrap is stuck here forever to atone.
He walks down these familiar halls,
His body mangled beyond repair.
This wealthy businessman took the biggest of falls,
And sunk deep into the pits of despair.
Down each corner, he sees the ghosts of the old gang,
Phantoms of Chica, Foxy, Freddy, the whole crew.
Up on the ceilings Mangle still likes to hang,
And Puppet and Balloon Boy are here too.
White eyes appear out of every shadow,
Though they're often hard to see.
If he stands too close, his agony might grow,
For he's in the presence of Shadow Freddy.
Lastly, the final spirit come here to haunt,
A spectre that acts as a beacon of freedom to behold,
An entity that Springtrap sees as a taunt,
Is the old Fredbear suit, it's form a ghastly gold.
"Fredbear, old friend, why choose here to stay,
Why not leave me alone forever to rot?
You've already had your happiest day,
And revenge on me was already got."
But Fredbear stayed silent,
His eyes staring blankly ahead.
For here he was sent,
To see if Springtrap bore any regret.
But Springtrap remained stubborn,
His mind never wavering.
Cause though his heart is thoroughly torn,
He knows that final release will painfully sting.
So he continues to stay in this place,
Roaming endlessly day and night.
A monument to an ego that led to disgrace,
Forever trapped in Fazbear's Fright.
Our story starts in the decrepit halls of old,
The ones echoing the pain of many years.
These once joy filled chambers now tainted by mold,
The last standing remnants of the great Freddy Fazbear's.
Mostly ghosts roam these filthy paths,
But one entity has come to call it home.
The monster that once stole children's final laughs,
Springtrap is stuck here forever to atone.
He walks down these familiar halls,
His body mangled beyond repair.
This wealthy businessman took the biggest of falls,
And sunk deep into the pits of despair.
Down each corner, he sees the ghosts of the old gang,
Phantoms of Chica, Foxy, Freddy, the whole crew.
Up on the ceilings Mangle still likes to hang,
And Puppet and Balloon Boy are here too.
White eyes appear out of every shadow,
Though they're often hard to see.
If he stands too close, his agony might grow,
For he's in the presence of Shadow Freddy.
Lastly, the final spirit come here to haunt,
A spectre that acts as a beacon of freedom to behold,
An entity that Springtrap sees as a taunt,
Is the old Fredbear suit, it's form a ghastly gold.
"Fredbear, old friend, why choose here to stay,
Why not leave me alone forever to rot?
You've already had your happiest day,
And revenge on me was already got."
But Fredbear stayed silent,
His eyes staring blankly ahead.
For here he was sent,
To see if Springtrap bore any regret.
But Springtrap remained stubborn,
His mind never wavering.
Cause though his heart is thoroughly torn,
He knows that final release will painfully sting.
So he continues to stay in this place,
Roaming endlessly day and night.
A monument to an ego that led to disgrace,
Forever trapped in Fazbear's Fright.