Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26989948-20170416000612/@comment-26120744-20170423012349

Fredbear dug his teeth deeper. He wasn't letting go.

He attacked with the ferocity of a wild animal, with the hatred of a man who lost everything.

His crown, his throne, his stage. The children who loved him, the restaraunt where he was practically worshipped like some golden idol.

It had all been stolen by Fazbear.

And now this embodiment of darkness, this thing he probably CREATED at some point, wanted to steal the twisted and gnarled piece of metal that was the crown of the forgotten? The king of the withered and the dying?

Never. He lost everything already, and he wasn't going to lose what he still had.

He was a demon. SIN was a demon. And he'd sooner take them both back to hell than have himself usurped a second time.