Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-27344811-20171130202619/@comment-27661770-20171201021724

Meanwhile, a different man with a mechanical arm was scrolling through the news in a hotel room. It overlooked the prison, where a number of different evils had been hosted. Right now, it caged the Omega, Lord Dominator, the benign-insane Cell, and a few others. A lightsaber hung at his side. Two years ago, he lost that arm.

Across the unoiverses, the same man, but far before this, lit a cigarette. Five days since Fazbear's shut down, and he swore he heard movement out there. He'd probably board up that saferoom soon; no reason for the killer to get their suit again.

And even further elsewhere, something gasped back to life.

Kyo. Life. Neon. The Wraith. All dead by that goddamn chucklefuck in the sky, and if he hadn't killed them it would have been the Maiden, or .EXE, or even fucking Giratina. Where was Alpha to rein them all in and keep reality separated...?

Come to thinkof it, how come he got to live?

Even further meanwhile, an old man lay against a generator, his body cool. Two steroid-pumped, overly gorilla-like almost-undead maniacs lay dead near him, while a third had managed to get all the way out the door before being gunned down by those outside. His cigarette was going out.

In a close universe, a man with an RPG and a beard cursed to himself. Where the fuck was Dana?! And the other two??? He needed them to get to the damn boat!