Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-33528506-20180205221428/@comment-31697215-20180205222124

Jeremy sat back down on the office chair, keeping his hand over his blood-soaked sleeve where Nuggy had bitten on his arm. He wanted to see what was going on, but the kitchen camera was disabled, so he switched to the party room near the kitchen.

Molten Freddy was laying in the attic, thinking about what he could do to torture the others.