Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26120744-20170305015354/@comment-27884979-20170313220012

Hannah ignored her curious connection to these and examined more of the run-down warehouse. It's walls felt as if they were her's, like a home of some sort. As the sun's light brightened the building, she continued looking. The place, seemed familiar. All the parts, the spare masks, and the dead endos felt like family. As she looked around, a box with something green in it was in the corner of her glossy, brown bulbous eyes. She ignored it for the time being and continued searching.

As time passed, her attention keeped on drawing itself to that box. She steadily approached it, her parts shaking in most likely irrational fear. Slowly lifting the object out of the box, she froze in shock.

It was a mask, but it looked exactly like her.

She almost squealed in surprise, dropping the mask and nervously backing away, but into a spare endo-corpse of herself. She was in terror, unsure of what to do. She thought she was the only one of her, but clearly from the mask and the endoskeleton, she was not alone. Her hazel brown eyes fixed, widened in shock, she rushed out of the building, extremley confused and scared.

Why is there more of me?