Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26915308-20170425234749/@comment-5946246-20170427011200

Marcus and Wrench got up from their fall, noticing Bendy.

"Uhh... Wrench. Tell me you're seeing this.", Marcus asked, taking off his hat for a bit to scratch his head. He was wearing clothes which a true hacking nerd would wear.

"Yeah... Toto, I don't think we're in San Francisco.", the masked rebel replied with question marks popping up on the LED screen where his eyes would be. Other than that, a denim vest, ripped jeans, and a hood adorned Wrench.

McCree and Reaper looked around them, the cowboy slowly holstering his revolver.

"Tell me, Reaper... do you see any Omnics or other bots around here?", McCree asked, the hooded and masked edgelord shaking his head.

"No... I don't see any. Those portals weren't where the Omnics were coming from." Reaper was truly, well... a reaper. He was wearing a cape, or a trench coat of some kind, a mask resembling a skull more than anything, and tactical gear underneath. The two shotguns he had didn't make him any less threatening, either. His ominous voice sounded ghastly, in a bit of comparison to Wrench' s, which sounded plain modified but someone could at least tell Wrench was human.