Added to the list of things I'm just not very good at drawing: mirrors. Fortunately, we're pretty much free of them at this point, to the delight of both myself and Bonnie. Also: puzzle snark returns. Honestly, it's for the best that Springtrap gets such easy puzzles. If he was dealing with an actual puzzle game, like Portal, he'd never get anywhere. Puzzles just aren't his strong suit. Of course, neither are good decision-making or foreseeing consequences.





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









PANEL 1:



Bonnie: That clock better be close, my arms're getting tired...



PANEL 2:



Bonnie: Found it.



PANEL 3:



Goldie: Okay, we'll just be a minute, if anybody angry shows up, throw glass shards. That probably counts as a special attack!



Springtrap: You have this weird talent for constantly surprising me with how violent you actually are.



Goldie: Thanks.



PANEL 4:



Springtrap: ...Oh. I get it. Ha. Ha.



PANEL 5:



Springtrap: Yeah, put it back in the box, I should've just locked up the real suit... ...No offense.



Goldie: None taken, it wasn't really me.



PANEL 6:



Springtrap: I get that this is PROBABLY supposed to make me reflect on all the horrible $#@& I've done, but mostly? Mostly this just makes me wonder how dumb the puzzle maker thinks I am.



Goldie: ...Well, we saw Purple Guy, so...



Springtrap: Thanks, Goldie.

