Board Thread:Other Roleplay/@comment-24507077-20161121043523/@comment-24507077-20161209005046

Pink didn't answer. Perhaps he knew the truth. Perhaps he didn't want to tell the animatronic, to leave Evil Freddy in sadness. He wanted the bar's last moments to be enjoyable. Pink's grey skin glistened with sweat, as he had been up for all of the night before. His hair was knotted, but had some sort of elegance to it. His eyes looked broken, and they reflected his soul. He didn't tell the bear, because he didn't want Evil Freddy to be in the same state of misery as Pink was. He brought his hand up to his mouth, and placed the cigarette back in. He exhaled smoke, and felt at peace for a second. Perhaps that was what dying would feel like? No. Pink has made everyone around him's lives hell. He had killed too many people in his short life, and the spirit of one of his victims was in the room with him. He was being judged by everyone around him, he could feel it. He wasn't going to find peace. He was a murderer, and all of his victims had finally caught up to him.