Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-4946188-20170208220132/@comment-27661770-20170211143150

Far removed from Fazbear's Fright, about 5 hours by foot...

A lonely being stood. Here, it was raining like there would be no tomorrow. A dead body, that of a man who just jumped off a building- or was he pushed?-, lay beside the figure, decaying already. Teal eyes lit the figure's path. It had been twoi years since their last home burned to the ground. They had heard winds of a new one.

Time to head out.

And off they set. Hunter was coming.

And through hell and fire, he would arrive.

Most likely, hell and fire would come to the place later, But for now, he was walking.