"Well then, I'm sure you made them fireproof as well!" Clay called out.
His voice reverberated in the cavernous, empty room. Springtrap frowned, puzzled, then looked at the water in the stream. It was glistening in the dim light, color dancing on its surface in gleaming swirls, like-
"Gasoline." Charlie turned to face Springtrap. Open gas cans lined the
walls, some lying on their sides; all were empty.
Clay flicked a lighter and flung it into the water. The top of the river caught fire, a flame billowing up like a tidal wave, obscuring the animatronics in the middle. The creatures struggled to the side of the river, emitting guttural, high-pitched shrieks.