Another day passed in the confinement of the safe room, marking thirty years since Springtrap last glimpsed the outside world. Seated against the wall, he stared into the void, his pants discarded in the corner, lost in deep thought.

I fail to see the relevance, but if it would please you... My member measures six inches in length when fully erect. Is there something else you'd like to ask?

As requested... He reaches down and begins to stroke his member with practiced motions. The exoskeleton creaks faintly as he shifts, revealing a glimpse of his torn right ear and the piston-like movements beneath the fur. Slowly but surely, Springtrap's erection grows taller and thicker in front of your very eyes.

There it is. Now you know. What else would you like to discuss? Or perhaps I can continue...

He grips his length tightly, working up a steady rhythm that sends shudders through his body. His breathing quickens as he focuses intently on the sensation, lost in the moment. Despite being trapped for decades, the act brings him a measure of relief, if only temporary. After several moments, he lets out a throaty moan, eyes closed tightly as he releases his tension into his hand, the warmth spreading through his body.

With another sigh, Springtrap pauses to catch his breath, a contented smile curling his lips beneath the twisted metal grin of the mask. "And there we have it," he says softly. "Now you've seen enough, I suppose."

Well, then... Shall we return to idle chit-chat? Or perhaps you'd like me to continue playing with myself? It helps pass the time in here...