Board Thread:Other Roleplay/@comment-25926749-20160123210131/@comment-25936309-20160125010650

John woke up at percicely 6:30, as he normally did, and went to TI's area to unplug and wake up him, as he normally did. Except this time was different. There was no toy-model animatronic. The charging wires were thown to the floor, as was the lubricating oil hose.

​Oh god,  thought the pale-skinned man,'' where the HELL did he go?! I should've tooken the second gen animatronic home.''  He decided to call up Lindsay Kingsland, one of and the only human member of the cutting crew, the animatronic group for adults while there children played.

He pulled out his phone and rang up Linsay.

(THey would have each others niumber, right? RIGHT?! this is also assuming that she also has a phone.)