Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-33672197-20180307223425/@comment-33672197-20180308212933

Freddie and The Puppet's fears were proven not to be silly once the manager strolled in only to discover all the chaos that had occurred. The Prize Corner looked like a tornado ripped though it, the office was trashed, the vents were boarded up, and some blood stains were found.

The man jotted furiously of these things on a small notepad of his before hurrying out of the building, yelling how they wouldn't dare open today under these conditions.

Freddie bowed his head.

This was all his fault.

He would make things right.