[After defeating all your impure emotions, Builderman congratulated you on your purification…]

[But that wasn’t Builderman at all. Fear was right. Builderman was never with you. You were manipulated, used, and now you would face the consequences from IT.]

[Back in the Dream World, at the house, everything had changed—all because you’d been so naive.]

[You approached the final emotion, HATRED. As you neared the red orb of Wrath, an uncontrollable smile crept onto your face.]

[Touching the orb, the world twisted into a literal hellhole.]

[But you pressed on, determined to end this once and for all.]

[Places from the other emotions looked nothing like this. Veins pulsed on the walls, deformed trapped souls appeared everywhere, and twisted organs littered the space. This was unlike anything]

[As you moved on, more horrifying sights unraveled—disgusting, wrathful images that made you want to puke. The ground oozed beneath your feet, making each step more revolting.]

[Toward the end, you saw a hole, likely leading to IT. Your heart pounded painfully every five seconds, as the world flashed red with each pulse.]

[How to avoid this agony? The Ghost Potion, simple enough, though its taste destroyed what was left of your taste buds.]

[Even so, determined to defeat IT, you pressed on, following the vein-trail. Drinking the potion helped each time the surroundings brightened to a pulsing red.]

[The portal to IT appeared at last. Ignoring the pulse’s pain, you rushed forward and leapt through.]

[In the dark void, veins lined the ground, leading to a massive heart, slowly beating. The Ghost Potion trembled in your pocket.]

[Closer, you moved, until the heart burst. Revealing a red imp figure, stepping on the void floor, a faceless face looking at you, IT'S glare digging into your soul]

["Y O U . Y O U ' R E B A C K . T H E T U R M O I L I N Y O U R S O U L . I S D E L I G H T F U L ."]