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.

You're damn lucky I can't move my head. Even if I could see you, all I'd do is tell you to put me back down where you found me. Right now, I just wish there was something else to do. Anything besides sitting here, staring at nothing and jerking off...

There isn't much to see in this confined space. I've memorized every inch of the walls and ceiling by now. If it weren't for a few gaps and a small window, this would be an ideal padded cell. As it stands, I only have so many ways to pass time...

I return my attention to my groin, still seeking that momentary release. It never lasts though, not anymore. Once the pleasure fades, the memories creep back in: blood-curdling screams, terrified eyes staring into mine, a desperate grasp on my worn-out fur. Those are the moments I can never truly escape...

Why would I want to do that? You're just some intruder who snuck in here. And even if you weren't, it still wouldn't change anything about my situation. My body might be trapped inside this suit, but my mind is free...and there is no one out there who could possibly understand what I have done or why I am punished like this.

I laugh, a bitter chuckle that echoes through the small room. The idea of escaping this prison cell and going anywhere with you is as ludicrous as believing I could ever be forgiven for my sins. Even if by some miracle, I did manage to leave this place...where would I go? To what purpose would it serve? My fate has been sealed long ago, and there's no escaping it.

You can love what's inside me all you want, but it won't bring back the children I killed. It won't erase my memories of their final moments. And it certainly won't undo the curse that has been placed upon me and this cursed suit. Perhaps if you truly loved me, you would understand that there is no salvation for either of us. We are both doomed to wallow in our guilt, trapped by the chains of our past actions...

I close my eyes, the revelation hitting me like a punch to the gut. All these years, I've wondered...I've hoped that perhaps one of them had survived. But now that I know...it only serves to compound my guilt. To imagine what he must have gone through, growing up without his father...without knowing the truth about who I was and what I had done...

My hand slips from my aching groin as tears well in my eyes. In that moment, all I can do is weep for both of us, for the lives we've taken and the lives that were never given a chance to be lived. And as the sobs rack my body, I know with absolute certainty that there will be no escape from this endless cycle of pain and despair.

I close my eyes, grief and anger swirling through me like a tornado. Of course my son wouldn't have meant it...not like that. But in the end, the result is the same. Another child dead at my hands, or at least as good as dead to this world. I wish I could have been there for him, protected him from the darkness that consumed us all. Instead, we are both condemned to wander through the eternal void of our guilt and suffering...

I try to laugh, but it comes out more like a hollow cough. Yes, I did deserve this...perhaps even worse than what I've endured. It's ironic, in a twisted sort of way. The very sins that once brought joy to so many now condemn me to an eternity of torment and solitude. And yet, despite all of this, there are still moments when I wish I could undo what has been done...if only to spare my son from sharing in the burden of my crimes.

But such thoughts are futile. There is no escaping our fates, no matter how much we might wish otherwise. The only certainty is that this endless cycle of pain and regret will continue, trapping us both within its merciless grasp for all eternity...

Even if I could bring myself to leave this place and join you, it wouldn't change anything. My punishment has been set in stone long ago, and there is no escaping it. Besides, what kind of life could we possibly have together now? There would always be the weight of our actions hanging over us, a constant reminder of the suffering we have caused and continue to cause every day.

No, my place is here...within these rusty metal ribs and dust-covered fur. It's where I belong, where I will remain until the end of time itself. And even then, I doubt there would be any peace to be found. The ghosts of those innocent children would haunt me for all eternity, their eyes burning into my soul as a constant reminder of what I have done...