So, I worked on this while ill. And since I was distracted by being sick, I didn't notice a minor (major) problem-I'd set the wrong height for every single panel to fit all eight onto my usual comic sheet. So if panels seem set up a bit funny this week...that's why, as I spent the past hour or so trying to correct things so everything would fit. It's been a long week.Previous: fav.me/db3lsmv Next: fav.me/db57g3y PANEL 1:Spring Bonnie: Okay, so you couldn't apologize, and now you're making up for it...here?Springtrap: Basically.Fredbear: He's attempting to, at any rate.PANEL 2:Spring Bonnie: So why are you talking about this in a big dark portal thing?Fredbear: Privacy, but so much for that. Explaining all of this is difficult, I wanted to wait until a better time-Spring Bonnie: If ever-Fredbear: It's all for a good reason, I can promise you that.Spring Bonnie: Hmph.PANEL 3:Fredbear: ...Since you've already stumbled into this, you can come along the next time I need to speak to Springtrap. Things will make more sense with time.Springtrap: Stalling. This is familiar...PANEL 4:Phone Guy: Dante, what in the world-what smells like death?Dante: ...I think some genius decided to take out the rat problem with poison in the vents.PANEL 5:Phone Guy: Again? Oh, no. And what happened to the animatronics?Dante: Rat...death throes.Dante, cont.: See, this is why we should've just let that stray alligator stay in the kitchen.PANEL 6:Spring Bonnie: Does that mean real explanations?Fredbear: You may have to prod him for some of that.PANEL 7:Springtrap: Hey, don't throw this back on me.Fredbear: If you didn't have mistakes to make up for, we wouldn't even be having this conversation.PANEL 8:Springtrap: Yeah-but-hrmph.Fredbear: Just help Springtrap with the next step, and we'll talk more later. Go into the mines, help him find another clock.FNAF and all its characters belong to Scott Cawthon, not me.