Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-36289716-20191001031629/@comment-30465368-20191006040015

Freddy looks at Scraptrap’s broken arm. Judging by the look on his face, he didn’t seem to notice that before.

And then Molten wraps themselves around Scraptrap, particularly the left side of them, giggling.

“... That works. C’mon then.” Freddy starts climbing up the hatch.

The stony boi had wandered off from Freddy’s, and was now making a valiant effort to give someone their popcorn. Yes, they still have it, and no, they’re not letting it go to waste.

Considering how everybody in their general area had already left, most likely screaming, and that nobody in their right mind would walk up to something actively spewing explosives, the Lamb stops spewing said explosives and floats into a fairly dim alleyway. It didn’t really matter how lit it was, though, as the moment the Lamb got near it, it darkened to pitch black.