Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25218347-20170118233753/@comment-28596483-20170120001833

Two purple pinpoints light up, slowly expanding. The slumped over figure scans its surroundings, its jaw jittering nervously. It can't quite tell where it is. Perhaps a closet?

The machine stands up in the cramped space and nervously scratches the locked exit with its chipped claws.