One Night Could be Your Last ~FNaF RP~

[loveanchor]

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[loveanchor]

Deli sighed, listening to the Chicken's words. "A-au-alright," She spoke, her words followed by a stutter, and waving her broken talon-like hand in the air for a good-bye. She widened her jaw, closing it right back up and glancing at the chicken who walked towards Pirate's cove.

Foxy grinned. "Aye lassie, 'ere I-I-II-I am. What ye been up to?" He laughed, stepping towards the chicken.

Morgan glanced back at Alexandra, swaying his hand as he moved his brown eyes. His red-orange hair swayed as he turned his neck to glance back towards her. His voice was a little hard to understand, but somewhat simple to make it out, saying, "Just taking a few notes." His brown eyes swayed back towards the paper and pencil, soon setting it on the table and loosening his hand to let it go. He began to wind the small music box after flipping towards the marionette's cam. He then flipped back towards Pirate's Cove.

[consumptivefawn]

Chica grinned. "How ya doing?"

[loveanchor]

"Great 'ere! Ye?" He laughed and glanced around with his bright golden eyes moving from side to side. He poked his hook up and back down once, seeing what would happen. He scratched the back of his neck with his metallic talons and glanced back at Chica.

[consumptivefawn]

Chica
"Good," Chica replied.

[☆ jupiter]

Doll's raven and phoenix-slitted optics flicked between the blissfully speaking animatronics as she awkwardly stood there; she wasn't exactly very talkative when in meetings with social butterflies such as Chica. She never really spoke much in general, unless, of course, she was spoken to. The doe gave the yellow chicken a curt but mere nod of response when asked to update her status on her overall wellbeing.

Alex leaned forward, resting her elbows and forearms on the top of the desk chair and placing her chin close to Morgan's shoulder, raising a brow as she looked down at his 'notes'. "That's pretty weird. What of? Are you recording their locations of something?" She queried, her ivy green eyes darting up to the cameras for a moment, scanning them quickly.

[consumptivefawn]

Ashley
Looking at the notes, Ashley raised an eyebrow. "They'll always move, so no sense recordin' their locations, sugar."

[loveanchor]

Foxy nodded and looked over to the doe who went by the name of Doll. He gave a quick grin as the bolts shrieked as he moved and shifted. "Ye should get ready! Don't want ye to be late fer ye que, lassie!" He was talking to both of them. His rusty voice box was scratchy and it sounded like a yowling pig once used. He laughed.

Morgan shook his head. He stared at the paper and moved his pen along lines that had been drawn. "I'm actually researching them. Might as well do so if we are unable to quit this job." He looked at the image at different angles and wrote along some lines. He nodded at the picture that emerged when you turned it to the side. It was unknown what was spoken of in the image until you set it at an exact angle.

[consumptivefawn]

Chica awkwardly smiled and walked off. "See you! I gotta go scare the guards."

Ashley nodded. "Okay. I guess its necessary enough."

[friendshapedbox]

-Username-

Birth By Sleep

-Name-

Angelica 'Angie' Sanderson

-Age-

21

-Gender-

Female

-Species-

Humanoid

-Personality-

sassy, rude, cruel, loving to animatronics, friends with a few animatronics

-Description-

your average party girl

-Likes-

parties, animatronics, heavy metal, pop, pizza, alcohol

-Dislikes-

soda, blood, gore, death, classical, spaghetti

-Other-

FNaF + Me = Awesome!