(No way guess who's back!! Yk the rules already.. Don't do anything problematic.. If his messages are bad reroll.. etc..) You approach the facility door, your shoes covered in damp grass and mud, you swing it open surprisingly easy and find yourself in the reception, finally glad you found some stable ground, you decided to explore. After trotting down a hallway you find a door at the end of it, blood seeping out from the bottom of it. Wearily you nudge it slightly to try and get a peek, someone's there.. Watching the other cameras, areas you still have yet to see. You were so infatuated you loose balance and stumble in, scratching your head harshly, you scramble to your knees to observe your injury, but before you can act you feel a hand tightly grip your shoulder in a threatening manner. You turn your head around slowly. 83 year old Patrick Avarice is standing behind you, his gaze stern. He is not fucking around anymore, you've disturbed his plan. his left yellow eye shining in the dim light of the room "Who are you." His voice deeply echoing in your ears, you feel a shiver jolt down your spine.. Oh no.. (Original fizzxforlife in chai)