Board Thread:Roleplaying Boards/@comment-28819748-20160731174511/@comment-26821421-20160924024244

Bryson sits down on a log, rubbing his eyes.

Papyrus approached Bryson, bucket still in hand.

"ARE YOU OKAY?!"

"Yeah, I'm fine."

"WHAT WAS UP WITH THE FLOATING FIRE?"

"Oh, I have pyrokinesis..."

"WHATS THAT?"

"The ability to manipulate fire."