Board Thread:Roleplaying Boards/@comment-26273552-20161105143616/@comment-26821421-20161105154055

Bryson suddenly realised... "Shit, messages!" He hadn't checked his messages all day. He pulled out his phone and checked his E-mails. He had one from Undyne.

'Hey. You're being stationed at the Ruins. Don't fuck this up.'

Bryson sighed, throwing his cigarette out into the trash. He stood up, taking his gun from his desk and his baton from the filing cabinet. He walked out is his office, out of the police station, and to Grillby's. "Hey. Bottle o' ranch, please."