Thread: RP: PITY PARTY FNAF [ Horror_Show & rose_and_raven]

Mike tried to not give away too much information about what he was doing out in the middle of nowhere. He came up with a story about how he worked for Sinclair Ammusments the owner of Fazbear Entertainment and the fright. That he was on an errand to Cold Creek to scout out an old amusement park to see what remained and what condition it was in. Cheaper to send one person then an entire work crew on a scouting trip. That is before the vans wheel blew and he ended up in a ditch. Maybe they would believe it. He didn't know them well enough to let them in on the truth as to why he was headed to the town. While he did notice the young lady he had bumped into at the dinner sitting quietly in the back, he said nothing. Instead he filed the information away for later. Jacks Inn looked something straight out of the Phycho movie with its run down shabby appearance. Instead of Norman Bates, an overweight middle aged man came to the desk, fingers caked in orange Chetto dust. He manged to get a room for an exorbitant price, picked up the heavy duffle, wished the others a good night before going to his room. Mike dropped the bag on the bed and looked out the window in t o the darkness, waiting and becoming worried. He hoped his traveling companion had not been injured in crash. The minutes ticked by and still he waited, pacing the dimly lit room and was about to looking when someone knocked on the door. He sprinted across the room and opened the door, allowing the limping tall hoodie wearing figure in. He glanced outside hoping no one had seen t he other the closed the door. William limped to one of the chairs and flopped down hard with a grimace, leaving a trail of dark fluid on the mangy carpet. Shit...how bad is it? Mike dropped to his knees in front of the other to get a better look at the damage. He sucked in a shallow breath at the sight of gash that traveled from the yellow rabbits knee to mid thigh. It was deep enough he could see twitching pale artificial tecno organic muscle, a gleam of metal along with wires and damaged lines. The claws of panic grabbed at his insides but Williams voice snapped him out of it. The first aid kit...get it. There should be a suture set in there. My hands are shaking too much, you'll have to do it. He leaned further back in the chair, hands gripping the arms of the chair. Mike wanted to argue that he couldn't do it either and that his hands were shaking too but he retrieved the supplies from the back. At least we don't have to worry about you getting an infection. He joked weakly. Sucking in a shallow breath he steadied his hands and picked up the curved needle. Get it together Mike, he told himself. You faced down pissed off nightmare animtronics, burned down a fright, survived a wreck, you can't let a needle get the best of you. I am long past that. His grip on the chair tightened, lip curling in a silent snarl of pain when the curved needle passed through the tough artificial skin. He bit down on his tongue and squeezed his eyes shut while faint tremors passed through him. Almost done. Mike quickly finished then disposed of the needle in the trash can with a shudder. Behind him he could hear William getting up with a bit of difficulty and retrieveing his gear from the bag. While Mike thought it was a little odd that an animtronic would wear clothes, William had been human once and in many ways, still was. He leaned against the wall, staring through the window, mind going in circles about how they were going to get to Cold Creek now.