No, I'm actually quite a nice person I just tend to play angry characters in roleplay "It's not living the dream!" I snap, "I've been punched in the face and almost killed by a robot! I could be sat at home with my puppy, but I've got to sit in this dust bowl waiting for some excitement" ((I can't change the text colour from black xD))
I stood in suprise trying to hold temper, "There is something bothering you why dont you tell what is wrong with old foxy." I kneel and peark my ears to listen.
I reply, "It isnt because of me isnt it?" I start laughing in a mechanical pirate laugh. "Hehehe my matey everyone who is here is facing wrong doing." I sigh, "The true reason I am here is because I murdered a child for not listening. Bit her right in the frontal lobe." I look away. "I suppose you got it easier than I do, I am here to rot."
"Child for not listening?" I echo, "Sounds like what someone would call me" I scowl, sitting further back in my cell, "Just leave me alone, I don't want you here. You're not helping." I decide to touch a sensitive topic, "Your times of entertaining people are over, remember?" I turn away, "So go and bother someone else"
I look at him for the longest time, my expression turned morbid. I scream that everyone heard and I turned away angrily.
Oops. I thought I did. "Yeah. He is. But what can we do about it, right now?" I sigh. "Welp, I'm hungry! What do you say we go get some food?" I say with a smile.
So... What cell? Either way: I am walking forward from the lobby, accompanied by two guards. They show me to my cell. There is a cat poster and large, rust-covered bars over the small window. I tear down the poster.
I contine to be angry, clomping around with my metal feet. I wanted to run but there was no chance for me to do that. I find the new guy in his cell, tearung down a poster. I stare at him till I was noticed.
I hear the sudden sound of paper ripping, making me jump slightly. I turn around just enough to see Foxy staring into an empty cell.... I consider getting up and investigating, but after our earlier 'argument' I decide against it.... I quickly rethink the empty cell theory as well, remembering the paper ripping noise
I creek my neck to a 45 degree. I speak, "Dont break the rules kid, you might need repairs." I turn away to see the robot that confronted me before coming my way. This time I ran towards the gymnasium screaming the way there.
