Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-27050484-20171218230741/@comment-27050484-20180129235929

{Children, behave. Everything in due time.}

"But Dave....You are dead....I think." Old Sport pointed out, not being entirely wrong. "I think death releases you from contractual obligations. And Maybe Poopet Man will let you go if you give him a sincere apology." He suggested

Meanwhile in the office, Mike looked at Old Candy. "Yeah, we have an odd connection to your respective chains." Mike mentioned, then jumping as he heard the nightmare chicken scratching her claws against the wall. "Good God what the hell is her deal?!" Mike asked

"She was created in the mind of a frightened child." The Puppet reminded Mike "All she really knows is fear and terror. Unlike little Phush Trap who just likes to play games and sometimes give a small scare or two."

"Well I'm just glad you guys aren't trying to kill us!" Mike said with a bit of relief in his voice. Back in the safe room Old Sport heard the hell chicken's claws against the wall.

"Uuum Dave, have you been tinkering around again?" He asked nervously