And here we are, at the end of things. A big thanks to my betas (for putting up with me), the readership (for caring about this weird thing), and of course, Scott Cawthon, for making the RPG that inspired the whole shebang. I hope you've enjoyed the ride.









FNAF and all its characters belong to Scott Cawthon.





PANEL 1:



Springtrap: [sigh]



PANEL 2:



Goldie: Hey. How'd talking with Fredbear go?



Springtrap: Not great.



Goldie: Why?



PANEL 3:



Springtrap: Because I'm still HERE. I thought I had an out from this place, and...



Goldie: Well, I'M kinda glad you're still here, you make things a lot more interesting.



PANEL 4:



Goldie: So c'mon, get up, you can't find a way out if you just lay there waiting to be run over by a Chop 'N Roll, right? Let's go do something fun, it'll cheer you up. Bet you have enough a clue to catch Stumpy now!



Springtrap: Heh. You think so?



PANEL 5:



Goldie: You've gotten a lot of practice in over the past couple days. I just wanna know what you were planning if you did catch him.



Springtrap: Now? I don't even know anymore.



PANEL 6:



Goldie: I say we tie balloons to him. Apparently the last time didn't work but I bet it would with more balloons.



Springtrap: ...yeah, okay. Give balloons to the kid, I can work with that.

