I stepped into a dim, echoing chamber—its centerpiece, a towering compactor, likely used to crush waste… or unstable experiments deemed too dangerous to keep. The metallic smell in the air was sharp and cold. I moved toward the next door, raising my blue and red hands to activate the mechanism.

Of course, something had to go wrong.

This time, it was Doey.

He lunged from the shadows, grabbing me with surprising force and hauling me off the ground. His grip trembled with rage, his voice a twisted blend of fury and pain.

Doey: “YOU—YOU AND POPPY! THIS IS ALL YOUR FAULT! I’LL KILL YOU! I’LL KILL EVERYONE WHO HURT ME! RIP YOU TO PIECES!”

My hand fumbled for one of the bottles nearby. With a quick strike of my flare, I shattered it, and the freezing chemical inside burst outward, coating his arm. He winced but didn’t let go.

I reached for the compactor lever.

Doey: “YOU CAN’T TRUST ANYONE! THE GENTLE VOICES LIE! YOU LIE! I TRIED TO BE BETTER. TO BE WHO THEY NEEDED. BUT I WAS NEVER SMART ENOUGH… NEVER GOOD ENOUGH… NOT—”

I pulled the lever.

The compactor roared to life, its walls closing in. Doey collapsed beneath the weight, two of his arms still reaching upward—twitching—until they finally dropped.

Silence.

Then, just as the machine groaned to a halt, a faint, broken whisper escaped the crushed form below:

Doey: “…I’m sorry… I’m sorry…”

I walked away from doey and used my grap pack to enter into this room with a tape:

Doey: "I....I'm not sure if this thingy is on...., but... uh... I... I need to talk. And... I can't talk about this with anyone else...For the past few months, the fighting's been bad... Real bad... I've uh... seen a lot of stuff that I probably shouldn't..."

Doey: "It's been hard to...Keep my head straight... The others... They look to me to know what to do... To know where to go... For a long while, we had Poppy to tell us... Go here. Go there... Do this... And it all made sense too. Poppy was nice..."

Doey: "I ... can't find Poppy anywhere... I don't know what happened... or where she went... But it's scary here without her. Maybe she ran... Just like I have..."

Doey: "I'm here... outside the Prison, in front of... I'd almost forgotten it was all here... And seeing this again, it's given me reason to think... I could make it for the exit. It's all I wanted for the longest time. But... there are others inside. Others... that aren't like me."

Doey: "They're hungry and scared like I am, but they're not me... They can't go where I can. But... they mean a lot to me. A lot more than I ever thought they did. And having seen what I have, knowing how they see me... How much they need me..."

Doey: "I'm going back... I wanted to make this in case I ever doubt or forget that... Just play this... and remember... Yeah... Yeah that's all. See ya."