Hey, look who it is! The guy whose name is actually in the title of the dang games! Also Lolbit, still out and about and very busy, because brawling everywhere.







With this one done, I need to write my next batch of scripts, and I think I'm getting closer and closer to the point of being able to knock a bunch out and go 'okay, exactly this many comics to the end.' I at least have outlines for some and big chunks of dialogue done for some of the later ones already.





FNAF and all its characters belong to Scott Cawthon.









PANEL 1:



Springtrap: Okay, funhouse, funhouse...so, find the funhouse, get to the clock, do the IQ-insulting puzzle...



Goldie: Don't die. Again. That's an important one.



Springtrap: Yeah, that too.



PANEL 2:



Funtime Foxy: The funhouse? That should be fairly easy. We can just go up the way, find the tents, HOPEFULLY not run into anything big and angry before or after...



Lolbit, off screen: Oh, that won't be a problem.



PANEL 3:



Funtime Foxy: I see you've been busy, too.



Lolbit: No rest for the saleswoman, dearie. At least not while half of everything here is trying to take faces off. At least it makes for good business.



PANEL 4:



Lolbit: If you're wanting to avoid the thing that looks like Balloon Boy with unfortunate eyebrows, I suggest you start moving now. They've got him in a fight at the moment, but I don't know who's going to win.



Springtrap: 'They?'



PANEL 6:



Freddy: Hey, Bon. Stay in one piece out here, willya?



Bonnie: Trying to.



Freddy: Well, I better run back. Catch up later.



PANEL 7:



Lolbit: If that answers your question, I think you're done here.



Funtime Foxy: ...Agreed.





