Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-30744559-20170123194526/@comment-27661770-20170125221858

"You make me sick."

An authoritative, if soft, voice came from the shadows.

"You ever thought how it would feel to die? Because it ain't pretty."

A flash of... something in the dark. A badge?

Elsewhere...

Mike Schmidt was uunpacking all his things, moving past quite a few characters. Some emo kid, a girl in a logger's ushanka, a bunch of biker dudes surrounding a short guy... All very normal for Oregon towns. Mike didn't care. There was a FFP here that had recently opened, it seems. A pure one, untouched by the past.

He wanted to go out of life remembering good things about security guards and the Fazbear name. But not yet. He had to calm down.

And at the edge of the bubble...

Soemthing stalked the dark parts of the woods outside Gravity Falls. A red swatch of cloth covered one bleeding eye, while the other was a dull teal and clawed over. Living off the grid had taken its toll on the biomechanoid.

But he was still alive.