#ask whitmore

[ask-whitmore-fnf]

Event Start =)

“FUCK THIS.”

Before the Partygoer could attack, Whitty broke into a sprint, dashing down a nearby hallway as quickly as possible. He wasn’t going to die, and he absolutely wasn’t going to end up becoming one of those things. Finally, after running for what felt like ages, he hit a fork in the road.

Which way should Whitty go?

Left or Right?

Note: You have 5 minutes to choose. Your choices could mean life or death for Whitty, so choose wisely! And have fun! =)

[ask-hex-and-whitty]

*this whitty ligitamently fell from the sky landing face first, getting up not seeming to bothered as he has already been telleported from the sky plenty of times already and landed on his face, he walked around, sliding his hood over his face making sure nobody could identify him, though the incredible height made it nearly impossible*

Hex and Whitty were simply enjoying their time together, the latter currently eating some food the former had gotten him, when they both heard a loud crash.

"... The fuck was that?"

"I'm not sure! Should we go investigate??"

The bomb headed man stood up, finishing his food before he did, and started walking towards the direction of the loud noise, Hex following.

[corrupted-flames]

{{ *Okayguesswedoingthisnow }}

Hex just sort of- falls randomly nearby the area

{FUCK-}

“SHIT-“

Whitty screeches. Whyyyy are there so many peopleeeeee?!

Wait… was that… no couldn’t be… he was gone-

[ask-whitmore-fnf]

“Yo. Name’s Whitty. Ask me stuff, I guess. Just- don’t tell anyone I’m here, alright?”

[ask-whitmore-fnf]

Oh dear...

You've been gone for way too long, haven't you Whitty?

Hmm...

This simply won't do any longer.

Welcome back, Whitmore.

[ask-whitmore-fnf]

Shawty check this shit out [fazes through the floor]

[ask-whitmore-fnf]

*Familiar footsteps approached the Alley Whitmore was in, as a thick British accent suddenly spoke*

"Well well well, look what we have here?"

*His usual resting bored face only seemed to change a bit, slightly amused*

{@askgabrielupdyke}

[Ooc;I warned you-]

As soon as he heard the familiar voice, Whitty froze, his breath stopping momentarily as his hearts began to pound. Slowly, he turned around to face the owner of the voice, his fears being confirmed as he did so.

He looked down at Updyke, jumping as he let out a noise adjacent to a gasp mixed with an electric guitar.

@askgabrielupdyke

[ask-whitmore-fnf]

he runs down the alleyway, tears in his eyes. he looks like he took a tumble, with marks and bruises on him. he stops in front of whitty, taking sharp breaths. "whitty... they- they got him. they got big guy!!"

Despite being in ballistic mode, his expression seemed to soften slightly as he noticed the smaller Whitty, changing from pure rage to extreme concern.

They got Big Guy? How the fuck did they get him this time? Especially considering he seemed to be even fucking larger now. How the hell did they get him?

Whitty wanted so badly to help...

...but not now. Not while he was like this. The kid wasn't safe while he was like this. He wasn't gonna end up hurting them.

Immediately, he ran.