"Wh-where am I?" Ross Sr. was surrounded by blackness.

"You-are-broken." Said a creaky voice, slowly drawing nearer, until it was finally visible.

"Sp-Spring Bonnie?!" Ross Sr. exclaimed in surprise.

"I prefer- Springtrap."
"How-"
"How can I-talk? How- are- you here? How-am-I h-here? So so man-y questions r-r-Ross. First things fi-rst. You-are de-dead. I am but a-a…..spirit, if you-will, possessing this poor, mechanical- bod-body." Springtrap explained, looking at his body as he said it. "You have-done many terrible th-things, that you th-thought you'd get away with."
"Daddy?" Said a familiar voice. "Can we go to Old Country Buffet?" It was Ross, but he looked terrible, like a stitched together voodoo doll.

"As you can see, I fixed him." Springtrap said.

"He's dead?" Ross Sr. cried.

"Oh, no. Just-a-a a part of hi-him. As you c-can see, he's missing p-pieces."
"You-"
"M-Me? No. You brought th-this upon yourself." Suddenly Springtrap's voice began to get clearer. "But don't worry, it's not j-just you. I have plans for Barney in the….future. And also your son's friends."
"Calem?"
"No,no, not him. You paid him off remember? No. The ones I am talking about are also in the f-future. The ones that he'll care most about. But you mustn't worry about it. Just relax. It'll ma-make it easier to f-fix you."
That was when it finally ended, just like he wanted.