Leon Kennedy awoke with terror in his icy cold viscous veins. "Do I really have to spend five nights here?" He said this in his one liner Leon Kennedy voice. In the security office, Leon kept a watchful eye on the creepy drawings and figures strewn about the room. The moldy cupcake on the desk gleaming at him with a twinkling mystery that could only be described as ominous. While deciding if he wanted to roam the halls to uncover the mysteries of this wretched place, or stay in the security guard office to devise a plan, a phone on the wall rang with the sound of a thousand bells. Startled, Leon Kennedy reached for the axe on his utility belt cautiously and answered the phone. "Hello? Hello hello?" A voice called out. "Who is this?" Leon asked. Before he could question further, the voice cut him off. "Hello? Oh! Hey, um I actually worked in that office before you. I just finished up my last week. I guess there's an introductory sort of thing but I'll save you the trouble. So, just be aware, the characters do tend to wander a bit. Uh, they’re left in some kind of free roaming mode at night, uh, something about their servos locking up if they get turned off for too long? Uh, they used to be allowed to walk around during the day too, but then there was The Bite of ’87. Yeah. I-It’s amazing that the human body can live without the frontal lobe, you know?" Leon's eyes widened as he heard this, and the mysterious voice calmly continued rambling on and on. Leon decided this would be time to drop his iconic one liner Leon Kennedy mode. "Sorry, I'm not on the menu." Leon hung up the phone and it rang back almost immediately, but he chose to ignore it. "I guess it's time to finally get some answers," Leon said.
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