((OOC WARNING: Zack is an impulsive, violent person who tends to swear a lot.))
Network
[Oh, sorry. Were you trying to have your dinner in peace? Too bad! Here's a bandaged Creepypasta lookalike with a scythe, and he does not look like he wanted to wake up in the attic.]
Alright, you sadistic bitch! I know you moved me in here while I was asleep!
[Oh, it looks like he might be a bit disoriented. Has he realized where he is yet?]
Where the Hell am I, and what the Hell did you do to Ray?! Answer me, or I will come find you and tear you to pieces!
[UM... Someone calm him down before he goes and kills somebody.]
Action
[And here we encounter Zack in a less aggressive state. He's pretty miffed at the fact that he was somehow magically teleported into Wonderland and he'll be stuck there for who knows how long, but hey. At least they have free room and board.]
[So, he'll be in the kitchen, pouring himself a soda... Into a bowl of cereal? Served with a bag of potato chips? Look, Zack doesn't have the best dietary habits, but someone should make him some actual food. Or laugh at his idea of a meal. Whichever suits you best.]
Event
[It's another zombie event, and Zack is going to town on the reanimated dead. With a swing of his scythe, he stabs a nearby zombie and sends it flying into a wall. He mercilessly swings his blade at more of them, stabbing and slashing them up with brute force. Sure, he's not used to having to deal with so many bodies at once, but he's loving the action. He's cackling with sadistic glee, even...]
[He might be enjoying this too much, and he's starting to get reckless...]
Zack's Mirror
[If you walk down a certain hallway, you might find a whole line of mirrors with messages written on them. The handwriting is a bit sloppy, but legible enough to read.]
Excuse me, but why are you like this? Did you have a rough life? ✞
Uh. Hey. I'm talking to you.
LOOK AT THE MIRRORS
YOU SERIOUSLY CAN'T READ?
[The last mirror in the row has a crude drawing of a man wearing a hoodie and some kind of pendant waving his arms frantically. It's kind of hard to make it out, since it seems the Mirror has given up on trying to get someone's attention and has begun to clean off the glass.]
[Are you up for giving Issac Foster's Mirror some company?]
"Zack" Issac Foster | Angels of Death
Network
[Oh, sorry. Were you trying to have your dinner in peace? Too bad! Here's a bandaged Creepypasta lookalike with a scythe, and he does not look like he wanted to wake up in the attic.]
Alright, you sadistic bitch! I know you moved me in here while I was asleep!
[Oh, it looks like he might be a bit disoriented. Has he realized where he is yet?]
Where the Hell am I, and what the Hell did you do to Ray?! Answer me, or I will come find you and tear you to pieces!
[UM... Someone calm him down before he goes and kills somebody.]
Action
[And here we encounter Zack in a less aggressive state. He's pretty miffed at the fact that he was somehow magically teleported into Wonderland and he'll be stuck there for who knows how long, but hey. At least they have free room and board.]
[So, he'll be in the kitchen, pouring himself a soda... Into a bowl of cereal? Served with a bag of potato chips? Look, Zack doesn't have the best dietary habits, but someone should make him some actual food. Or laugh at his idea of a meal. Whichever suits you best.]
Event
[It's another zombie event, and Zack is going to town on the reanimated dead. With a swing of his scythe, he stabs a nearby zombie and sends it flying into a wall. He mercilessly swings his blade at more of them, stabbing and slashing them up with brute force. Sure, he's not used to having to deal with so many bodies at once, but he's loving the action. He's cackling with sadistic glee, even...]
[He might be enjoying this too much, and he's starting to get reckless...]
Zack's Mirror
[If you walk down a certain hallway, you might find a whole line of mirrors with messages written on them. The handwriting is a bit sloppy, but legible enough to read.]
Excuse me, but why are you like this? Did you have a rough life? ✞
Uh. Hey. I'm talking to you.
LOOK AT THE MIRRORS
YOU SERIOUSLY CAN'T READ?
[The last mirror in the row has a crude drawing of a man wearing a hoodie and some kind of pendant waving his arms frantically. It's kind of hard to make it out, since it seems the Mirror has given up on trying to get someone's attention and has begun to clean off the glass.]
[Are you up for giving Issac Foster's Mirror some company?]