Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-32932951-20191227213715/@comment-31697215-20191230225145

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The younger man turned towards Zachary, eyes narrowing slightly. "If you're going to have a mid-life crisis, do it quietly. I don't need to hear that." Of course, he didn't see the plush before it disappeared, so he hadn't a clue what had happened to the stomach of it. He pushed the lid of the toolbox down, locking it in place. "Where are all of the other animatronics? Sheesh, you'd think this place would have animatronics that were active."

He shrugged. "Oh, well. At least I won't have to worry about getting murdered, unless Sully decides to try something. He's a bit too cowardly to do that, though." He scratched the side of his face, sitting back down in the office chair. He glanced next to his desk once more, eyebrows furrowing upon realizing the golden bear plush was absent. He glanced towards Zachary. "Did you, like, take the stuffed bear for your little collection? Cute." The last part was sarcastic. Of course it was.