Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-32932951-20191227213715/@comment-31697215-20191230022633

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Jayden rolled his eyes at Sully. "Why exactly did I think you were cool when I was a kid? All I'm seeing now is disappointment in the form of a scarecrow animatronic." Having to remember all of those things--that one girl practically dying right in front of him, being in a hostage negotiation scenario with an unknown voice, going to the hospital after Theodore decided to have a hissy fit, having the equivalent of an acid trip without taking drugs, getting his eye gouged out--was hurting his head and stressing him out.

"If we're going to continue this clusterfuck of a conversation, can we at least shift the subject? Lucky's was twelve years ago, it's not important now." He rubbed the sides of his head, closing his eyes for a moment before looking up at Sully from his place in his chair. "It says on my 'list of things to do before the week ends so I don't lose my job' that I need to inspect some animatronics and make sure they're working fine." He pulled his toolbox in his lap, opening it up and pulling out the same screwdriver from before. He pointed it at the scarecrow.

"You were one of the animatronics on the list, so can you just let me get this over with? Trust me, I don't want to be anywhere near you either, but it's just job shit. You probably wouldn't understand, considering you haven't worked a day in your life."