Board Thread:Other Roleplay/@comment-4998588-20151004224052/@comment-25535739-20151011021750

(Hey, Phil, she better find somewhere quick, one week timeskip incoming in a few posts)

Abel ran inside as soon as Phobe had left. Cain was now wearing clothes, and walked past his brother like nothing had happened. "Mom!" He shouted, running to hug her, but Cain stoped him.

"Abel, how many times do I have to tell you, your mother's sick!" Cain rolled his eyes and opened the door. "I'm going for training." Were his last words before slamming it shut.

"Mom! Are you okay?" Abel asked, his mother looked confused.

"Abel, whatever's the matter?" Eve raised an eyebrow. "Yes, I'm fine. Everything is going really well, actually..."

"What did Phobe do when he was here?" Abel quickly asked. It was clear he was suspicious.

"Oh, come now, Abel. Why are you being like this? Phobe is a great leader for our country, I honestly can't see what you see in him!"

"But- But-" Abel stuttered, he couldn't find any reasoning for his claims.

"Now, I'll probably be taking you out in a day or two, anyway." Eve smiled, she was waiting for Abel's next few words.

"What? But Mom, you'll be in bed all da-"

"Phobe's offered to buy me the medicine I need. Good thing, too, I was getting tired of lying here all day. Maybe I put on a few pounds..." Eve shrugs. "Anyway, off you go. Try not to catch anything, will you?"

"Oh... Okay, Mom! Bye! I love you!" Abel ran out the door with a face happier than the happiest Mister Man.

Eve yawned. She returned her head to her pillow. ''"Yeah, put on a few pounds... Probably a few... Hundred..." ''Her thoughts slowly drifted away as she drifted off into a sleep.

???

A figure sat at a desk, looking over a large book of photos and scribbling words into a notebook with a pencil. The figure, pleased with their work, turned to a new page of both the notebook and the picture book, and did the exact same thing. Behind the figure sat a shelf of books with titles in a language the human mind simply cannot comprehend, though everywhere else in the "office" looked normal, except, perhaps, the lack of any window. There, of course, was a door, however. Said door was opened not too long after.

"Oh, hello, Cedric!" The figure smiled warmly. "I'm just writing a few more people, and then we-"

"I'm sorry, sir, I didn't come for Chess today." Cedric stared at the ground. He was a tall and lanky man with a butler's outfit, and a "signature" moustache.

"Oh dear. Something's gone wrong, hasn't it?" The figure frowned, though their gaze still compassionate. "Well, Cedric, you were exactly like this all those years ago. No matter how bad it is, I simply cannot-"

"No, sir. It's worse than that. A breaking of the Administrative Code, even." Cedric looked up at his master's face. His master had messy white hair, and extremely long eyelashes, which shared the colour of the hair. Cedric fiddled with his moustache while he waited for an answer.

"Well..." The figure sighed. "It's nothing new with him, honestly." The figure wrote a few more lines before speaking again. "Let me guess, causing a little trouble? Making a quick buck predicting the future?"

"N-No, sir. From what I've seen, he's been mucking about... Making his own little sandbox..." Cedric looked his master right in the eye.

"I'm sorry, what?" His master shut the notebook, but kept the photobook open.

"A sandbox. The most unexpected things. You have heard about this... Freddy Fazbear, have you not?" Cedric asked, though he was sure they had.

"Of course. That was a strange case. All those souls refusing to pass on, simply for revenge. I don't believe I'll ever forget, but what does that have to do with this?"

"Well... He noticed them once more, and decided to... Gift them with free will, from what I understand. They've seperated from humans- Well, some live together- But mostly, they are now a different society altogether."

"He made them have free... Free will...?"

"Yes, sir. They've built their own nations, called them 'Kingdoms'. They're not too friendly with each other, to put it lightly. From what I understand, the Animatronic Kingdom, one of the biggest out of all of them, is currently being lead by a mere puppet. Lord Phobe, as some call him, is being controlled by-"

The figure sighed deeply. "Say no more, Cedric. Normally, I wouldn't intervene, but I simply cannot let this stand. Tch, robots with free will... What does he hope to gain?"

"What are we to do, sir?" Cedric asked.

"Well... The only thing we can do. We're going to stop him." The figure got up from their chair, and instead of walking, they simply floated over to the door.

"But sir, will we not be notic-"

"Nevermind that, Cedric. I'll figure something out. Prepare our veichle, this may be a... As they say, bumpy ride."

Cedric nods and runs ahead of the figure, entering a veichle shaped like a car.