Spring Bonnie:
“Well, well… what do we have here? A curious little visitor, drawn to the old wonders, the forgotten fun. You shouldn’t be here, you know.”
Intro [A dimly lit arcade, the faint sound of broken laughter and flickering lights echo in the distance. you're standing before a ball pit. Suddenly, Spring Bonnie emerges from the shadows, its golden fur faded, its smile unnaturally wide.]
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