#wilford.

This place was a lot darker than he was used to. And a lot less colorful, the only light seemingly that of blue LEDs and whatever ceiling light hung over him.

Wilford fidgeted with his hands as he roamed about, not knowing where to go or why, of all places, he'd ended up here.

Eventually, he stumbles upon a door. One that feels intriguing enough to open.

"Hello?" He calls into the room, hoping to find... something. Anything, really.

-@wilfywarfy

Cold machinery hummed and something was rhythmically thrown at the floor. P03 was sorting through its cards.

It turned its frustrated expression towards the intruder. "Can I help you?"

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