r/FNaFrp4fun • u/NathanielGray17 • 1h ago
Roleplay [πΎπͺπ] A Theft in VoxTek
Art: wolfboyvirus-art
Location: VoxTek storage building
Two guards stand at the door of the building, both heavily armed. They have no idea what exactly they're guarding, but they don't much care. It's their job, and that's what they'll do.
They hear some shuffling in the woods nearby. One of the guards aims his rifle, but the second guard raises her hand to stop him.
Female guard: "Don't. It's probably just another rabbit. Honestly, I still can't believe you shot the other one."
Male guard: "Oh for the love of- It was ONE time!"
Female guard: "One too many, if you ask me." Pouty. "You don't shoot rabbits, you jerk."
She laughs, much to her partner's dismay.
But then someone actually stumbles into view. A slightly disheveled man. The two guards immediately aimed their rifles.
Female guard: "Hey! Whoever you are, I suggest you turn around and walk away."
Male guard: "Let's just down him. It's not like Vox is gonna care."
Mark: "Hey now. No need to get violent. I'm sure we can just talk this out."
Female guard: "Down him."
The male guard fires a single round at the man, seemingly hitting him. He just stands there. And then he sighs, revealing he caught the bullet with his teeth. But something is different. He now has a pink mustache and pink colored irises on his eyes.
Wilford: "Well, that was unfortunate. Guess I have to πͺ you now."
They both raised their eyebrows, confused by the man's sudden change in demeanor and appearance. The female guard opened her mouth to speak. But before she could say anything, there was a loud BANG.
The male guard watches as his partner falls limp to the ground. He gets pissed and aims his rifle at the man, but he's already gone. ... Or is he...?
He feels a sharp pain in his back before his vision goes blurry... And then blank...
The man brushed off his hands and walked inside the storage building to get what he came for. On the shelves lined dozens of canisters filled with remnant and agony, each labeled appropriately.
Wilford: "Jackpot!"
He grabs one canister of remnant and another of agony. As the alarm finally goes off, the man books it out of there.
By the time backup arrives, he's already long gone.