Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26989948-20170422222053/@comment-26989948-20170506151556

Kevin runs from door to door, frantically breathing.

The three miniature Freddles on the bed were waiting, when Trapjaw, always the clueless idiot, asked what a brain is. Smokey and Fredrick smacked some sense into him, before getting scared of by the light.

The figure was somewhat transparent, as if it did not fully exist. Somewhat satisfied with Fredbear's answer, it vanished.