My favorite thing in FNAF 3 is this:

It’s a fucking hot dog. Everyday the Fright Guard comes in with a hot dog and a soda. Dude’s practically working in hell, he comes into work every day knowing there’s a high chance of him dying, and what does the fucker do? Swings by Circle K and picks up a hot dog then sits there eating it while an undead murder in a rabbit costume makes him hallucinate about a bunch of children’s animatronics. It’s obvious this guy gave up giving a fuck a long time ago. Dude clearly only cares about Springtrap because he’s interrupting his hot dog time.