Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-32932951-20191227213715/@comment-31697215-20191229054747

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Upon hearing the front door open and close, the mechanic peeked out from his magazine. He was about to close it, only to remember that the animatronics were unable to exit the building, meaning it was a person who entered. He looked back down at the material he was reading, not exactly caring who was entering the building.

Most likely a night guard or a murderer. Either way, he wasn't too concerned. Can't pay rent when you're dead! Hell yeah. He had no plans to interact with whoever this person was; he wouldn't know them nor would he want to know them. He just hoped to god that they wouldn't be a nosy little bastard and ask him personal questions, especially pertaining to his eye. He was touchy about his eye.