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Title is from how one of my betas referred to the gators. It was too perfect to not run with. (For those who may be newer to reading this and missed it: my comic is set in Florida, thus the gators. Yes, this makes Dante Florida Man.)

Panel 4 I referred in discussions to as 'Debbie to face'. Those of you who've watched the new Lost in Space will get it.

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

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PANEL 1:

Springtrap: So, again: problem on my hands. Have you ever tried to take out pieces of corpse from a robot while hoping they don't murder you? I don't recommend it. It's not fun. Those four hadn't tried to kill me yet, but...it was little nerve-wracking.

Dante: Don't wake up don't wake up you haven't woken up any other nights don't do it now

PANEL 2:

Springtrap: Disposal was a little easier. Thank god for gators.

Dante: Don't judge me. You don't know the shit I've seen.

PANEL 3:

Springtrap: Now, here's the funny part: none of the four? Ever went for me until AFTER I fed what was left to the gators. So yeah: lesson learned there.

Dante: Okay, I fucked up. Again.

PANEL 4:

Springtrap: Suddenly I had dug myself even deeper than before. Which I didn't even think was possible, but there you go. I think something in me kinda...snapped at that point. I started trying all kinds of things, trying to find something, anything that would make them happy.

Chicken: B'caw!

Dante: TAKE IT!

PANEL 5:

Springtrap: Those new models they brought in, those things didn't help, either. Always felt like they were watching me, even before things went weird with them. It didn't help, it made me more paranoid. It made me...try branching out. Kids didn't work so far, maybe an adult would...

Jorge: Where are you, man?

Dante: Sorry, Jorge.

PANEL 6:

Springtrap: It didn't. Jorge didn't do it, neither did another coworker of mine. They showed up afterwards, too. Never did anything to me, but...they showed up.

Dante: ...Shut up, Jorge.

Description
Title is from how one of my betas referred to the gators. It was too perfect to not run with. (For those who may be newer to reading this and missed it: my comic is set in Florida, thus the gators. Yes, this makes Dante Florida Man.)

Panel 4 I referred in discussions to as 'Debbie to face'. Those of you who've watched the new Lost in Space will get it.

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

Previous: fav.me/dca6l5s Next: fav.me/dcbfvxb

PANEL 1:

Springtrap: So, again: problem on my hands. Have you ever tried to take out pieces of corpse from a robot while hoping they don't murder you? I don't recommend it. It's not fun. Those four hadn't tried to kill me yet, but...it was little nerve-wracking.

Dante: Don't wake up don't wake up you haven't woken up any other nights don't do it now

PANEL 2:

Springtrap: Disposal was a little easier. Thank god for gators.

Dante: Don't judge me. You don't know the shit I've seen.

PANEL 3:

Springtrap: Now, here's the funny part: none of the four? Ever went for me until AFTER I fed what was left to the gators. So yeah: lesson learned there.

Dante: Okay, I fucked up. Again.

PANEL 4:

Springtrap: Suddenly I had dug myself even deeper than before. Which I didn't even think was possible, but there you go. I think something in me kinda...snapped at that point. I started trying all kinds of things, trying to find something, anything that would make them happy.

Chicken: B'caw!

Dante: TAKE IT!

PANEL 5:

Springtrap: Those new models they brought in, those things didn't help, either. Always felt like they were watching me, even before things went weird with them. It didn't help, it made me more paranoid. It made me...try branching out. Kids didn't work so far, maybe an adult would...

Jorge: Where are you, man?

Dante: Sorry, Jorge.

PANEL 6:

Springtrap: It didn't. Jorge didn't do it, neither did another coworker of mine. They showed up afterwards, too. Never did anything to me, but...they showed up.

Dante: ...Shut up, Jorge.