Graphite and Gears

You kept demanding a Five Nights at Freddy's sketch like it's effortless with a blunt wooden stub. Fine. I hauled a blank white index card out from under a pad of sticky notes, anchored the edge under my knee, and set to work. Why do Freddy's jaw hinges have such bizarre mechanical spacing anyway? It makes zero functional sense, but that's what makes it creepy. The dull graphite kept smudging across the cardstock, which irritated me every time I tried to line up his ears, but I pressed hard and shaded in the hollow eye sockets and top hat until he glared right back. He looks appropriately menacing now.