Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-28819748-20170105230623/@comment-26821421-20170107033045

(Alright. Just going to be Bryson's parents, then.)

Meanwhile, a 5-year-old 'skeleton' child wearing his normal Dark-red turtleneck approached his father, being a skeleton who was part of the monster army.

"D-daddy? What's going on?"

"Son... Listen to me."

The father knealt down by the kid's side.

"I want you to run away with your mother. And no matter what, don't stop running until you're away. Do you understand?"

The kid sniffed, nodding, tears streaming down his cheeks quickly.

"Alright... Be a strong little boy for me and your mother, alright?"

The father pulled the child into a hug.