Board Thread:Other Roleplay/@comment-25524811-20150708181813/@comment-25535739-20150708183312

A spark comes from the stage of a certain pizzeria, not that anyone was there to hear or see it, of course. But something was probably activating, somehow. An animatronic rabbit opens his eyes to see the pizzeria deserted. A common sight at night, but it seems to be broad daylight right now. Shrugging it off, he looks over his body. A few tears here and there, along with maybe a rusty endoskeleton, but it's nothing that'll cause too much problems. He looks over the other animatronics on the stage, wondering why they all looked so... unused. After a few moments, he remembers the stage isn't the only place with animatronics, and begins to look around the rest of the pizzeria. Starting with Pirate Cove, he finds no luck there, and so continues to the Backstage, finding even more animatronics slumped on the floor, inactive. Of course, for the Backstage, this wasn't very surprising. These ones were mainly just used for parts, after all. He still checked them, just to make sure the active roles hadn't been switched in his time with deactivity, or something like that. He continued walking through the building, looking for any sign of... erm, life? He stopped to think of what an animatronic really is. They're not alive, no, but most of them have feelings, yes... Yet, how could something dead truly still breathe, feel, eat, sleep... And he realized he did none of those things, thus making him either dead or undead. The rabbit sighed and made his way back to the stage, picking at a few of his tears out of boredom. He looks over the other animatronics once more before sighing once again and taking a seat. Maybe the others would activate soon, maybe it'd be a while, maybe they'd never activate at all. Either way, he was alone for now.