Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-27227983-20161026114143/@comment-25343307-20161026195031

Hatty Hattington: *picks up his hat, and sees tge others* Am I alive? If so...

Hatty's hat isn't glowing, or even giving out red particles.

The Hat: It's time for me, Purrham. To leave this hat of mine. Along with the many owners of my theater. Take care of my theater, my cattails, And most importantly, this hat, alright? Remember, Hatty. As long as you wear this. You own the theater. You own my riches. Goodbye, Hattington. It was nice knowing you.

Purrham Furbottom's ghost, with many other ghosts, fly out if the hat, disappearing into the sky.

Hatty Hattington: What now? *places the now normal hat on his head*