Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-34888155-20180703152305/@comment-33672197-20180703221111

Coby swiped at Sully again with his feet and their claws, knocking and scratching him back slightly. It wasn't as far as he did initially, but it was something. The animatronic was starting to realize the unfortunate severity of this situation, which only made him stronger.

If only he had backup... No, his friends didn't see things the way he saw things. They wouldn't help him. They'd probably be mad at him and think he's an idiot. ''But what else was he supposed to do? Just watch as these awful scrap heaps destroy their restaurant? They already smashed a table, something that could've been used for a child's birthday party, and busted a camera, something that could've recorded those precious moments and had them automatically saved into a database.''