dead-soot
꧁ Rp starter ꧂ ☼☁︎︎☾ Mike was Crouching through the room flashing the bright light occasionally. he was praying that the fox would not get to him. As he heard the fox is sharp nails scratching its the floor. it sounded like nails on a chalkboard. it was very hard for him not to cringe, and shrivel up. about halfway into the room the flashlight wouldn’t turn on anymore. Mike started getting extremely panicked that he shook the light, and hit it with the palm of his hand. “come on damn thing work!“ he yelled getting scared and frustrated at the same time. He Started whipping his head around violently. trying to look around to see where the fox was, but it was to no avail. The room was far too dark for him to see. ☽☁︎︎☼