1st Loaf // Audio // Common
[The last thing he remembers is that loud siren at the shop. The oven and that lamp that helped his friend, Lampy.
It all seemed like a blur now.
His eyes flick open, his lever hands moving to rub the sleep from his glass like eyes. There was a bed, and a window in his immediate view. The window would most likely offer a better hint as to where exactly he is at this point. He jumps, his flat hands barely grasping the windowsill then he hoisted himself up.
Outside he saw a horror among all horrors.]
W-w-w-wa-w--
[The boy sounds absolutely tragic.]
It all seemed like a blur now.
His eyes flick open, his lever hands moving to rub the sleep from his glass like eyes. There was a bed, and a window in his immediate view. The window would most likely offer a better hint as to where exactly he is at this point. He jumps, his flat hands barely grasping the windowsill then he hoisted himself up.
Outside he saw a horror among all horrors.]
W-w-w-wa-w--
[The boy sounds absolutely tragic.]