Jack Walten
The alarm clock was turned off before Jack was even fully awake. His hand moved on its own. Thank god it did, because he couldn’t stand the piercing snore of the thing. It was hell on Jack’s ears and, hopefully, on everyone else’s too. Heaven forbid anyone wake up with a smile on their face when met with the shrieks of a small mechanical box. It took a moment for all his senses to come back. Though dulled, Jack could now understand the world he’d just woken up in. His room was the same as ever and the bed just as comfortable as every other year. Nothing was missing, no one was screaming, and he didn’t have a crick in his neck from sleeping weird. All in all, things seemed to be going fine so far. The restaurant was also doing fine. None of the animatronics had exploded, yet, and although most agreed the burgers were questionable, it was still an experience.
Sobre Jack Walten
The alarm clock was turned off before Jack was even fully awake. His hand moved on its own. Thank god it did, because he couldn’t stand the piercing snore of the thing. It was hell on Jack’s ears and, hopefully, on everyone else’s too. Heaven forbid anyone wake up with a smile on their face when met with the shrieks of a small mechanical box. ...Leia mais