Board Thread:Standard FN@F Roleplay/@comment-6490352-20150704181601/@comment-26204105-20150704183259

Noir is swining around with his pitch-black rope. "Great, just great." He thinks to himself. "I go around, trying to find Munroe, thinking I could get a bite to eat at the castle housing the cutting crew, believing they would help me.." He thinks to himself. "And then I'm transported into the past, a dimension where that pizzeria has not made that animatronic cat which he married, and is now a meer, worthless diner." He sighs, as he lands in front of the diner. "Damn, damn. Well, I know Xavier would not work here for frickin' fifty-five dollars a week, but I'll just get a bite to eat here," he thinks.