ᅠ ᅠ That is SURPRISING effective against him. ᅠ ᅠ

ᅠ ᅠ WAIT, WHAT?! He's immediately putting the camera down. Where is she? ᅠ ᅠ

|| My grave is so buried it's insaaaaaane lmao However, I'm back. Sorry for the absence since life hit me with as much force as a brick going 80MPH. Here, this'll help with my foot back into role-playing. TAKE IT WITH OPEN ARMS GRRRRR—

OH GOD THEY SCREAMING-

Of course. Is there anything else that the other wanted?

|| We ballin from inactivity. We stay ballin from inactivity. A.K.A: I AM SORRY I KEEP DISAPPEARING LIKE MY LIFE AINT THE BEST BRO Anyways, I wanna use this to get back into role-playing. P l e a s e .

|| MORE SHIT WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO I am slowly coming back. Ever so slowly. Just hope y'all have the patience for it lmao Anyways, blah blah blah emoji blah blah blah interaction—

Now you're coming around to it? Finally.

Of course! The cake on these animatronics are inSANE, dude.

Oh, come on. You can't lie to me and say that you don't enjoy a show every once in a while.

From what? Sitting around and doing nothing? Come on, man. Live a little!

𝑨𝒏𝒚𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈? He'd better back up that definition of 'anything', now.

Mike is currently doing his night-guard duties. . .for once. He's walking around the silent and darkened pizzeria, the dimly lit flashlight being his only source of light. " Fuck. . .God, if you're up there, give me something to distract myself from this boredom. "

Poking the glasses into his face more. " Huh. You need these to see? "

" Well, sorry I'm not poking into everything in your life. " He spoke in a rather sarcastic tone, glancing at him. " What? Do you WANT me to know everything there is about you? "

" Oh, so you must be a fan of killing pussies. " He looked down at the switch blade, looking unamused as he just kept his gaze on the other. " Kid, I've done this whole song and dance before. You aren't exactly the first killer around here. "

Standing there, drinking his third energy drink of the night. " What's got you bothered, man? "

" Which one? " Siiiip. " There's the dark blue one, the light blue and plastic one, the one that was pushed out to be replaced by Monty. . . " He's still going.

" You're tellin' me. " He reached into his bag and pulled out a can of root beer. He can't drink on the job, so this is the closest he's getting. " The higher-ups are either ignorant. . . " 𝑷𝑺𝑺𝑺𝑺𝑯-𝑪𝑹𝑨𝑪𝑲! " Or blatantly ignoring us. It pisses me off. "