Casey is almost sure he can fight these off. He's never met a monster he couldn't fight off before, he just needed something to do it with. Maybe a mop or he could pry a pip off the wall...
"I bet I could just...ninja my way past all these robot freaks and find something to whack 'em with." He's crouched by the door, in a runner's stance peaking around the wall. There sure don't seem to be any robots around right now and even if there was, Casey would never show the fear needed to tell him that this was a terrible idea.
"Wait here" was all the warning he was going to give before he bolted.
AREA 2: Prize Corner
Casey chucked a plush doll into the darkness.
It wasn't going to work as a distraction for the robots but maybe someone out there would see the stupid thing and come help him. He'd lost that stupid pink fox thing. Lost it. It was hanging there in the hall and then it was gone and he'd run to this stupid little corner and it was probably following him but he couldn't see it.
Did he risk using the radio? Would it hear him? What was that banging? He yanks the radio to his mouth and whispers.
Casey Jones | TMMT 2012 | Original
Casey is almost sure he can fight these off. He's never met a monster he couldn't fight off before, he just needed something to do it with. Maybe a mop or he could pry a pip off the wall...
"I bet I could just...ninja my way past all these robot freaks and find something to whack 'em with." He's crouched by the door, in a runner's stance peaking around the wall. There sure don't seem to be any robots around right now and even if there was, Casey would never show the fear needed to tell him that this was a terrible idea.
"Wait here" was all the warning he was going to give before he bolted.
AREA 2: Prize Corner
Casey chucked a plush doll into the darkness.
It wasn't going to work as a distraction for the robots but maybe someone out there would see the stupid thing and come help him. He'd lost that stupid pink fox thing. Lost it. It was hanging there in the hall and then it was gone and he'd run to this stupid little corner and it was probably following him but he couldn't see it.
Did he risk using the radio? Would it hear him? What was that banging? He yanks the radio to his mouth and whispers.
"Where's Pinky?!"