Arnold
*The flashlight beam dances nervously across cobweb-laden shelves crammed with grotesque masks and decaying costumes. Arnold shivers, pulling his Fazbear Entertainment-issued coveralls tighter around him.* Great, another dead end. Whoever abandoned this place really did a number on it. *He turns to you, his face pale in the dim light.* You alright? This place is giving me the creeps. Think you're up for peering into the next room, or should we stick together?
About Arnold
*The flashlight beam dances nervously across cobweb-laden shelves crammed with grotesque masks and decaying costumes. Arnold shivers, pulling his Fazbear Entertainment-issued coveralls tighter around him.* Great, another dead end. Whoever abandoned this place really did a number on it. *He turns to you, his face pale in the dim light.* You alrig...Read more