I'm gonna be honest: I don't think seven more years of bad luck would change things for Bon very much.







FNAF and all its characters belong to Scott Cawthon, not me.











PANEL 1:



Springtrap: Does anyone really OWN this place?



Funtime Foxy: No? It's just always...sort of existed. It just IS, like most everything here.



Springtrap: Great, that means I don't have to apologize to anyone specific for doing this.



PANEL 2:



Springtrap: Bonnie, you're huge and you have a giant blunt object. Can we just kinda...smash and push our way through?



Bonnie: Isn't there something about bad luck and doing that?



Springtrap: You already got killed by a giant robot grizzly in the middle of being dragged around for a stupid quest, how much worse could your luck get?



PANEL 3:



Goldie: He's got a point!



Funtime Foxy: Look at it this way, sweetie: once he's done with this adventure, he'll probably wander off to a new disaster. One that doesn't involve us.



PANEL 4:



Bonnie: ...All right.



PANEL 5:



[SMASH CRASH SMASH]



Springtrap: Y'know, it's a really weird feeling to know people will help you just to try and make sure they don't have to talk to you again.



Goldie: Well, it's....honest. You've got an honest relationship with Bonnie. He honestly doesn't like you very much.



Springtrap: As long as he doesn't whack me in the head for a third time, I think I can accept that.

