You ever have one of those things where you're drawing, and you're not good at drawing the thing, but you feel the need to establish it anyway? That's me and houses. Buildings in general, really. So 'ahhh screw it, they're not the main focus of this comic anyway' little basic houses it is.







My god these last two comics have been so easy to color, in comparison to all the pencil line art. Learn from my mistakes; never do that. Nice solid lines FTW.









PANEL 1:



Springtrap: Jesus, it's bright. Felt like we were in the dark for months. ...are those houses? You guys have houses?



Goldie: Just because rain and snow doesn't bother us much doesn't mean it's not nice to get out of it.



Springtrap: ...yeah, had enough mildewed fake fur for my whole life. ..Unlife. Whatever.



PANEL 2:



Fredbear: One thing is true. Nothing here is what it seems. You understand that now, don't you?



Springtrap: Yeah, you kinda gave me the whole rundown-



Fredbear: I was talking to her.



PANEL 3:



Goldie: I didn't understand all of it, but I think I got the general...flipside idea. We're all here because a bunch of people died and didn't rez on the flipside?



Fredbear: That's the long and short of it, more or less. With everything distorted like a funhouse mirror.



PANEL 4:



Goldie: I always wanted to know what was going on with the flipside, but I didn't expect...THAT.



Fredbear: There was a reason I was always dodging any questions about it. ...For what it's worth, I AM truly sorry you had to find out like this.



PANEL 5:



Goldie: I'll...deal with it, you know? I can deal with things.



Fredbear: ...You're going to take it all out on a bunch of chop 'n rolls, aren't you?



Goldie: ...Yeah, probably.



Springtrap: At least now you know you come by the tendency to springlock everything honestly? Seriously, you could probably still see the scars on my carcass.



Fredbear: Springtrap, please stop talking.

