A scream.
Springtrap knew that someone was here, but he didn't know where that person was. From the beauty of the voice, it was female. But males can have pretty voices as well.
"Hello?" He called. "Anyone there?"
Again the screaming.
At least he had a lead, now.
"Are you okay?" Springtrap's warped voice boomed in the closed attraction. "I can help you!"
"No!" The voice responded. "Leave me alone!"
Why did that voice sound so familiar? "I can help," he insisted. "Its okay."
"No!"
That's right. As a human, he and his kids used to watch those old cartoons.  Bendy the Dancing Demon. The music was always heavenly. Beautiful. The songs were the best part of the cartoons.
They must be the voice behind those melodies.
"Excuse me" he called, "who are you?"
"Go away!"
Springtrap rounded a corner, and there they were.
They weren't too tall, only slightly shorter than himself without the ears. Their skin was black, coated in ink. Their overalls were ink stained as well, black splotches on beige cloth. Their face was covered by a Bendy mask, just as splattered with the black substance.
The pie-cut eyes studied me, cold and bleak. "G-go away."
"I won't hurt you." Springtrap promised.
"Never?"
"Never."