Board Thread:Roleplay Center!/@comment-28494541-20160930003905/@comment-28511184-20161001201750

Chris woke up. The restraints were gone. The men were gone. He was trapped in a glass box. The lights dimmed around him and a projector began to click, rolling a tape. He already knew about it-the known footage of his great grandfather. But this time-instead of  knowing the videotapes, his grandfather was out of film and entered into it,

"Hey son, if you ever get to see this- I am most certainly dead," It was to Chris's father, "I need you and your boy to work with them for me." His grandfather flashed a snarky smile in which meant it was a joke. "But really son, the world around here is-different."

And then another voice whispered a name. And then another voice whispered to his grandfather, "They're coming closer-"

Who. Chris never noticed this. He crossed his hooves on the glass table.