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

Come on, god damn it! The dark cloudy skies opened up and rain had begun to pour down upon the beat up '89 Ford E150 van, but it wasn't the way the wiper blade had begun to slip off its arm that had Mike cursing his luck. No his luck had been going down hill when an old fright had burned while he had been on duty at the amusement park he worked as a night guard at. His boss, one fat old fuck named Dumass though every one called him Dumbass behind his back hand't cared. Much to Mike's surprise the man had openly joked about burning it himself for the insurance money and making it look like an accident since the park was closing any way. Agreeing to go on a road trip to an abandoned town that wasn't even on the map any more had been the high spot in his week. Mike had heard all kinds of stories about Cold Creek, the hauntings, the murders and the disappearances. He didnt know when the rumors first started and quite frankly, he didnt really care. All that mattered, all that mattered was a close friend, his only true friend, had requested Mike's help to reach the town so he could find the answers he needed. Sighing he reached for the heater and fiddled with it only to curse again when nothing but cold musty air poured from the vents. Turning it off he sat back and tugged his security jacket closer. It had been one of the few things he kept after Dumass fired every one then sold the old park. His dark eyes darted to the large mass taking up the passenger seat, a faint smile tugging at his lips. His companion was curled up in the seat, grey blanket draped over him. With the hood of his hoodie up only the two rabbit like ears and the front of his muzzle was visible, a pale pink tongue stuck out from between the fuzzy lips. Mike recalled their first meeting months ago in the dark musty halls of the old fright. It had involved some screaming and using the heavy Mag-light flash light as a makeshift club. Their friendship had one hell of a rocky start but now they were near inseparable. Before long, a large well lit rest stop popped up seemingly out of no where like an island in the darkness. Mike paused the rattle trap of a van a short distance from the parking lot, searching for any dark or less lit spots to park. He spotted one on the left side of the building and pulled into the parking lot. He parked the van in the dark spot and with a quick jerk of the key the only sound that filled his ears was the drum of rain. Making his way to the back of the van he rummaged through the mess of old fast food wrappers, empty coffee cups and beer bottles among a few pieces of worn luggage until he rediscovered the small lock box containing a large wad of cash. He wasn't worried about any one breaking into the van due to it being a rust box. Once he extracted a small amount of cash and stuffed it into one pocket, he reburied the lock box under the trash before stepping out of the van. Immediately, a smattering of cold raindrops pelted him, soaking into the black security jacket. Cursing Mike darted into the restaurant, shaking off some of the rain he paused to look around. Nothing stood out, it was like every other brightly lit rest stop restaurant they had stopped out. The dry warm air smelled heavily of grease and smoke and something he couldn't put his finger on and most the restaurant was thankfully empty. Taking a seat at the long counter he picked up one of brightly colored laminated menus, making a mental note to get something for for his father as well. Hr paused. It was still weird to think of the strange being as his father but he had no doubt that his father's mind and renment resided in that body. Last edited Apr 2, 2021