Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-33863482-20180319162743/@comment-33672197-20180319202653

Zachary walked down Hall A, his eyes darting back and fourth to any and all doorways the animatronic could possibly walk through at any moment. He held his flashlight tightly, until the palms of his hands were sweaty and nearly white. As much as he hated this feeling, he had every right to be this nervous.