by regigigas » Tue Mar 24, 2015 12:55 pm
Vincent pulled his hand away immediately, startled. "Yes?" He whispered, dumbfounded by the situation. After being stuck and alone, he had finally found people, and animatronics that could find him. He growled at himself. His years alone had made him soft, and he wanted to turn it around. Though, it was a bit hard when he couldn't even grasp a knife, his signature weapon. A faint memory of Wynter flashed through his head, and he shook that thought off as well. His glory days had been over for a long time. Regardless, the guard had grown up. No more shrill screams, and excess anime pins attached to his shirt. That had always bothered the purple spirit.
chess
she/they/he
inactive, please don't offer on pets
