Young Springtrap and love-stricken Fargo run through the forest, trailing mud and dirt behind. It was near midnight, there laughs full the air.  It was a game.

Springtrap had to tag the swift cat. Bit luckily, she grew tired and fell on her back. Firflies tickled her nose as she laughed. It was ruined as Springtrap runs up and touches her,"Tag, you're it.." She growls, in frustration.