Board Thread:FN@F Roleplay/@comment-25171777-20150314193025/@comment-64.82.204.2-20150318173010

[Hello? Heloooo? Well, I guess I'll go ahead and post again. :I ]


 * After a few moments without response, Phil takes a closer look at Toy Katt- it would appear she's deactivated- sort of gone to "sleep" on the table she's stitting at. Rather typical- the animatronics always seem to leave him in silence at the most random of times. He gives her another look-over... He reaches a hand out and gently sets it on her back- careful not to awaken her. He can feel it- a warmth of life... as opposed to the chill of death that afflicted him. Sadly, his life was long gone, and so was such a warmth that he once knew. With a small sigh, he withdraws his hand and leaves the room unseen and unheard, with the only trace a small chill in the air- death's cold embrace leaving a brief trail in his wake.*

''...Life... more valuable than Gold, and I have barely a scrap of what I once did- now bound to an existance half-alive and half-dead.... and no comfort is to be found about.... but I must not linger on such thoughts... I must push on- as I have in the past- and accept that which the universe has deemed a fitting existance for myself...''