Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-27701081-20170117042224/@comment-26120744-20170125005557

Fredbear was sitting upon a large throne made of scrap metal. His decayed body had, for the most part, melded with the throne itself. A king forgotten by all, upon a throne of broken dreams.

He turned to the newcomer.

"You.... who are you?" He said, weak yet defiant.