Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-31224990-20170210225545/@comment-27661770-20170210230906

Alone, cold, and dark. that was the world of the "Biomech". The final day of his being a living being was drawing nearer.

2017 was not a good year so far. Teal eyes opened, saddened, almost empty. Another mark on a wall next to the large half-animatronic was scratched, both counting the days since closure and the days he had left.

Though he'd only know when those days were up when they were up.

He groaned as he stood, looking around for his fellow animatronics. His fellow prisoners.

This park had become their jail. And escape seemed impossible, even with no guards and no wardens.

Hunter had lost his hope.