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

Mike eyed the single bed and decided there was no way in hell he was sleeping on it. Not with out a few layers of plastic wrap between him and the mattress. There was no telling who last slept on it or when it was last cleaned. The overstuffed chairs with questionable stains and grungy matted orange carpet would be safer to sleep on. He looked to William, eye brows lifting slightly. He'd be lying if he said the other wasn't mildly attractive even with the exposed metal of his joints. He had just enough in the way of muscle mass over those metal bones to give him some bulk and curves under all the fur. Hey, Spr- he caught himself before the word slipped out, recalling how much William detested the nickname. The last nightguard that used despite being warned ended up with a broken jaw. Williams ears flattened slightly while a ridge of yellow gold fur bristled. It was so subtle he would have missed it if he hadn't been watching the other. Shit, sorry, I know you hate being called that. It just slipped out. Mike shifted in place though William said nothing. Instead he continued to button up the navy blue shirt, hands shaking faintly, leaving an uncomfortable silence between them. One ear flicked towards the window picking up the faint rumble of an engine followed by the crunch of gravel. The sound faded. It appears they left with out us. There had only been one vehicle in the cracked overgrown parking lot, a SUV. It was too late to warn the group about what they were headed into. Maybe they could catch up later and try to convince them to leave the town. Mike cursed and peered out the window. Sure enough the SUV was gone. Now how are we going to get there? It was far too late for any store to be open and the last gas station was a good fifteen miles away. Mike sighed and rubbed one hand over his face. Feeling three days worth of stubble he made a mental note to shave. We walk. Its not that far. He felt a pain of worry for the group. The strangers really didn't know what they were getting into. The town wasn't what it appeared to be. There's a short cut, shouldn't take more then a few hours. We can leave closer to the morning. The thing primarily come out at night. He tugged at the shirt leaving the top two buttons undone. He had another reason for waiting. His leg was blazing in pain though he did his best to hide that. Part of him missed his old body, pain had been something he simply didn't feel. He barely felt anything as corpse jerky in a rotting bunny suit. Until an eldritch fog entity changed all that. It wasn't a bad change really, he felt more alive now then he had in thirty years. Unfortunately that meant he could feel pain and be harmed easier. In his old body he could have lost an arm then take said arm and beat someone to death with it then reached it. Now if he lost a limb he had no doubt that he'd pass out right then and there and reattaching the limb would be messy and painful. You might as well take a shower. We have several hours until dawn. What about you? Mike asked while retrieving his shower kit from the bag. I'll be fine. I don't want to get that gash wet. William shrugged, pulling a neatly rolled map out and unrolling on to the table. Suit yourself. I'm hogging all the hot water. He teased. Don't hog all the damn hot water! I hate cold water! You should have gone first. With that he shut the bathroom door. William waited until he heard water running then stepped into the damp steamy bathroom with a devius smile. Old hotels tended to have low water pressure. He reached over, still smiling, and flushed the toilet. A few seconds later an unmanly scream came from the shower followed by God damn that's cold. He limped back to main room, in a better mood. He removed his shot gun from the bag and laid it on the table near the map. If they followed Nathan Avd, the old road would take them straight to cold creek.