Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-3334663-20161230050749/@comment-3334663-20170204040352

((That's fine. Fazbear's yours.))

Ben almost jumped out of his coveralls with the door slamming, his first action to hide behind the workbench for a few moments. Still visibly shaken, he stands up slowly, looking around. "By the nine, what in the world was that?" Popping open his flashlight into a lantern, he carries it though through the building, back to the main entrance. "What in bloody blazes..."