It's still Sunday, I'm still on time! Anyway, life lesson for this comic: sometimes, the absolute best thing you can do is just stay the hell out of things.





Especially if that thing is a grotesque monobrowed abomination against the deity of your choice.





FNAF and all its characters belong to Scott Cawthon.











PANEL 1:



Goldie: Hey, Springles? I'm thinking that fighting against ANYTHING huge is probably the last thing we want right now. ...Okay, that you want, the three of us could probably do okay, but-



Springtrap: I'm kinda insulted and agree with you at the same time.



Funtime Foxy: Before we go running off, do we know where we're actually headed?



PANEL 2:



Springtrap: Fredbear said focus on the funhouse-



Funtime Foxy: Did he tell you which tent?



Springtrap: What?



Funtime Foxy: Did he mention which tent it was in?



Springtrap: ...No. %$@&.



PANEL 3:



Goldie: Bet we can figure out which one it is when we get there. But we probably want to get moving, just in case Freddy and everybody else lose that fight.



Funtime Foxy: That would be the smartest plan. All right, stick together and run.



PANEL 4:



Springtrap: Does anybody hear that?



PANEL 6:



Freddy: WAIT FOR ME!



Panel 7:



Funtime Foxy: ...Let's keep going.



Springtrap: I'm okay with that.

