Nothing like realizing, while assembling the comic, that once again you screwed up height and you have to chop off big blocks of art. I'm sure I'll do it at least one more time before this thing is done, too.







Anyway: alone in the dark again. Things are circular for Springtrap.





FNAF and all its characters belong to Scott Cawthon.









PANEL 1:



Springtrap: Fredbear's. Freddy's. Whatever Fred name you want to call it. It's completely gone. Nothing left.



Golden Freddy: Nothing?



PANEL 2:



Springtrap: Zip. Nada. Ashes and dust. No cleaning up the bloodstains and moving on, no horror show. Gone. Clean slate.



PANEL 3:



Springtrap: Trust me. It sounds you moved to...whatever this is before the fire really got going. I was in the middle of it. It's never coming back. Just gonna be one of those scary stories you tell kids, where nobody agrees on where it happened or who it happened to.The real thing's gone for good.



PANEL 4:



Golden Freddy: ...Nothing...



Springtrap: You okay, kid?



Golden Freddy: ...I think I can go now.



Springtrap: Huh?



PANEL 5:



Springtrap: Kid? ...Kid?



PANEL 7:



Springtrap: ...Oh. Alone in the dark again, in a rabbit suit. At least this is familiar.

