Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-33863482-20180128002102/@comment-33863482-20180128204221

(Got it. Now, without further ado, let's Beggin)

???: *drags himself out of the ruble of the building, his suit burning to the touch. He slowly takes off the suit and crawls away, hoping an ambulance would find him. After crawling a few meters away he collapses. As his vision blurs, he can see a faint figure*

???: hello William

Endoplush: *sits over in the prize corner, his mechanical eyes scanning the room. Kids playing. Kids laughing. Kids singing. The animatronics were preforming, singing their same old song. The cameras watching, waiting, like predators. The music filled the room. The kids enjoyed the animatronics, all of them. Except him. It wasn’t his fault, he was made like this. He tried to sing and dance and bring joy, but it never worked. The only joy, was that of creativity*