Some Backstory:
As he lay there, still trapped within the confines of the suit, Richard reflected on everything he’d done. To the rest of the world, he was known as Green Guy, employee and technician at the Freddy Fazbear’s Jacksonville location. He wore springlock costumes to entertain children, but had an urge to fulfill another man’s path. Luring five kids to a back room and hiding the bodies without getting caught? It was both Richard's and his uncle William’s specialties. However, Richard was caught by a four-foot tall rabbit and the souls of two of his victims. He entered his blue bear suit behind him, but the trio knew better. The bunny punched Richard in the chest, causing a failure and ultimately ending the terror of Richard. He wondered how it could happen to him, but before he could complete his thought, he gave a loud cry of agony as the metal endoskeleton crushed his cranium, delivering the final blow and he slumped over, quiet as the vacuum of space itself. His reign ended in the year of 1989.
“...Hello? Hey, this is Mark here! I’m recording this on this surprisingly cloudy day of April 18, 2022!” The employee was searching for spare animatronic parts for his employers, as part of a new attraction the company wanted to build. He also had a second career as a vlogger that explores broken-down facilities. “So, I’ve got the heads-up for breaking down these walls, so why not take a look inside, shall we?” He set his camera down on top of a piece of nearby rubble, adjusted to properly view Mark’s attempt to break a false wall with a sledgehammer, which was only for his fans. He backed the hammer up like a baseball bat, then swung at the wall with all his might. The wall crumpled around him, revealing a door that had not been opened in over thirty years. “Woah!” he exclaimed, “that was awesome! Now,” grabbing his camera, “let’s go see what’s hiding there.”
He entered the room, only to be hit with a putrid stench. It smelled like something had died in there. “An old animal corpse, I guess?” he thought to himself. Then, at the end of the room on his right, there was an old, withered animatronic. Its head was a dark blue, with brown rust emerging from places where the paint chipped off. The body was incredibly disturbing to Mark, nearly exiting the room and puking. However, he resisted the urge and snuck closer to it, showing the camera what it looked like. Upon closer inspection, the body appeared to be army green that rotted like human flesh. Then, as Mark shockingly discovered, the head of the animatronic was not empty. Instead of an endoskeleton, the mask had a rotund, green head, the same shade of green as the body. It had no nose and no teeth, and the right eyeball was popped out of its socket, hanging from the optic fibers that melded with the rest of the body. “Okay, that’s just nasty,” Mark commented, observing the possible corpse with his camera. “What happened here? It looks like the guy who-” Suddenly, the left eyeball started to move, looking at Mark dead center in the eyes. The corpse sprang up from its mangled and twisted body, struggling to regain of limbs that hadn’t moved in over thirty years. Then, the corpse spoke for the first time in a horrible, screeching voice that reminded Mark of nails on a chalkboard. “Finally... I’ve been t-trapped for s-s-so lo-ong.” Mark tried to run, but the creature’s foot had tripped Mark over, twisting his ankle. Mark screamed in pain and rapidly tried to crawl his way outside. The creature grabbed Mark by the back of his shirt and brought him face to face. “Who- Who are you?!” Mark shouted. The creature gave a simple yet sinister response, “I am Greentrap.”