Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-31304979-20161224055955/@comment-31304979-20170105235050

(Profanity is aloud, but yes, anything above the language already used here should be prohibited to keep it PG.)

He got closer and realized... it wasn't an animatronic at all. It was those things that left him unbuilt, unable to speak, unable to do anything more than wave on a conveyor belt as they tore him apart and built him back up again. He looked like the ones who did it too. He limped on miseven legs faster, and spasmed as the cords spilling out of his ear connector caught on the wall. Despite that, he followed again, his paw outstretched, ready to hang the shadow by its neck until it fixed him. But as he got close, it dissappeared through a doorway.