Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-33863482-20180619203354/@comment-33672197-20180701203617

Zachary's entire demeanor snapped as he slowly processed what the animatronic was telling him. It was the horrid realization of his only two choices that hit him. He took a trembling step back towards the counter, which ended up with him nearly tripping and falling down. Luckily, his hand slipped, and he managed to grab ahold of the countertop and use it for support, even if it was still shaky. His entire body was slightly trembling, and he felt sick to his stomach as a cold chill only worsen the shaking. Was this really how it was all going to end?

The man laughed. It was a defensive laugh however, one that's forced out of a person whenever they're faced with an ultimatum as unfortunate Zachary's. All he could manage in this breakdown of his was pathetically shake his head back and forth. His teeth were firmly gritted together, his eyes wide, and his nostrils flared. The man almost resembled a trapped animal in this pitiful state of his.

''No, no, no, no, no... This couldn't be fucking happening. There's no way he could've made it this far only to loose somebody again. No... This can't be. It can't.''