Board Thread:FN@F Roleplay/@comment-25171777-20150314193025/@comment-64.82.204.2-20150316162542


 * Phill soon resumes his wandering- and with a faint feeling of nostalgia, finds himself in the office again. Slowly he floats back down to the floor and takes a glance at the doorways and vents... nobody else was about. Soon his grey features showed themselves again as he faded back into visibility. His eyes held great emotion. Sadness and pain... it was lodged in his memory, a permanent scar on his life. That one night in which a blessing and curse was founded simultaneously...

He quietly walks over to the empty chair and takes a seat. For a moment, a hallucination of his own making turns grey semitransparency into live color- flesh bright with life, clothes fresh as the day he first wore them... he was alive again.... but then the hallucination faded again- living flesh and warm clothes turned back to empty, grey, see-through... whatever he was. It was so long ago, and yet still sweet memories lingered- yet now they were all for nothing. Replaced by pain, blood, and no sweet escape of passing on to the heavens above.

He was...is... empty. Dead. Alone. Forgotten for the most part. Betrayed by those he once maintained. Left behind by those he cared for. Discarded by his employers. Gone except in spirit..... it is enough to drive a man mad- and to say that he himself has not already felt the touch of madness before would not be truthful. Anger. Rage. Endless Pain. Betrayal. Mourning. Despair.... and worst of all, dead perhaps in more than body....

Upon noticing the sounds of an animatronic approaching, he vanishes once again and makes his way out, interrupted from his thoughts. With a quiet sigh, he makes his way down another corridor and enters another small storage closet. He comes to rest on the floor as a small music box with a small "P" engraved on the bottom-right corner of its front side begins to play.*