Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-33528506-20180922144403/@comment-33672197-20181007212109

(YEET.)

Rolf awoke with a jolt, as his endoskeleton joints snapped and popped when he sat up. Lazily glancing in front of him with half opened eyes, he knew that he had yet again been torn away from the place he momentarily called his home. He wondered if he'd ever see those animatronics or humans again, but knowing his luck (or lack thereof), he could easily bump into them here.

Wasting no time, Rolf slowly got up, his long dormant mechanics protesting this action as they whirred and groaned back to life. He looked around this room he was thrown into, not really caring all that much for what it held. It was the usual affair for what he knew was the storage or backroom of some food/arcade joint: Some mascot costumes, a few endos, a random mess of papers and documents strewn about, and a bunch of boxes filled with other supplies.