Board Thread:Roleplaying Board/@comment-35071950-20181213023816/@comment-35071950-20181213173758

As I dream in my dead-like coma, I remember the Mangle.

The large, robotic mess that convinced me it was something else, attempting to bring me into a false sense of safety.

But, an Umbreon was the wrong thing to project. Anything was. No matter what illusion Mangle would've used, I would've still seen her as the monster she is.

A robotic, greedy and horrid mess of scrap and metal.