Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26989948-20161230211812/@comment-26989948-20170106232452

The yellow weasel was sitting in the exact center of the room, whispering mystic incantations or something. Once Fredbear took a step closer, it started crying blood. Endless and endless tears of blood.

 "I CAN'T DIE ANYMORE" said the room.

It stopped crying as much, and looked at Fredbear. In a deep, old British voice, it said;  "Hello, Fredbear."