Board Thread:Other Roleplay/@comment-25926749-20160123210131/@comment-25926749-20160225040049

(Okay den.)

Turning around, she finally saw what happened. A smirk appeared on her face. "Not now. Definetly soon, but not now." A thought came to her mind, before she could celebrate:

Her sister.

It began pouring rain outside, where Rose's running splashed water everywhere like shrapnel from a bomb. The hallways seemed endless, but finally, the bust open door, where she could see her sister, waiting.

"Linds, I'm coming!" She yelled, .44 magnum drawn. What happened next was in slow motion.

The bullet of the pistol moving through the captured animatronic's head, which caused him to twitch uncontrablly and fall to the ground, convulsing in pain.

Linds, frantic, running after her lost friend, barely missing the bullets fired at her in a rushed attempt to execute her. The lights were reflected off of her flowing, waterfall eyes.

Yellow, running towards the skeletons with the hammer upwards, ready to fall to it's target. Both Oleg and the other skeletons heads were caved in, their arms raised in a desparate attempt for help and mercy.

Rosette did nothing but watch. She was horrified, stunned, and locked into paralysis.

The mourning was short. Linds gave her final goodbyes. "I lost my partner." "He never deserved any of this." "Always has ended." You get the picture. Yellow and Rose gave their condolenscenes, as well, for they knew him too. But just then.

''Oh. How dreadful. The Cutting Crew, gone forever...So sad for the thousands of cultists that follow your wicked ways. Maybe if you hadn't murdered dozens of innocent night guard this never would have happened. It seemed the Inventory couldn't break you, the Robot Kingdom got rid of you only momentarily, and it seems even the Manifest was too weak for you. But I digress. Here's a | little songto cheer you up, courtesy of King Voltage. Judgement is swift, Ms. Kingsland. You'll be joining him soon.''

She stared up at the sky, the memories rushing back to her.

"Alright, everyone! Let's hear it for our special guest!"

Children laughed, cheered, and heck, even the adults were happy. A young girl of age 10 stumbled on stage with a mic. Smiling, the crew began to perform, and inside her head, Young Linds, Chef, and herself all said the kicking line.

I just died in your arms tonight.