He was out!

Out, outside of that damn room! William didn't know how, to be honest he didn't even really care right now. Finally, after all of these years he wasn't condemned to stewing in his own rot and the copious amounts of dust and grime.

Well maybe that wasn't the whole truth. The rabbit suit was literally a part of his entire self now. Which also meant William could never truly escape himself, or rather, what he brought with him everywhere he went. Which was death–he reeked of it in both the physical sense and the more philosophical ways.

Given, he was quiet literally a corpse. There was no logical explanation as to how he was alive and kicking, but like before, he didn't care. Not now at least, there was too much nonexistent dopamine firing through his long dead receptors at the moment.

Every step was a challenge. Every tiny movement made the wires and metal rods shift and move in ways that made it nearly impossible to bend his knees. He could feel more of said electrical components throughout his whole body actually. Digging in rotting organs, running through his neck, the whole package.

And yet, he'd never felt more alive.

Maybe if he found someone to hurt, he'd feel even better. But first things first, where was he again? The restaurant was unrecognizable; it didn't even truly look like one anymore. More so some cooky wannabe haunted house that did a good job at scaring little kids but that was about it.

Deep down William felt that it was that same very restaurant though, even underneath this little facade.

Seems Hell wasn't ready for him yet, and if that was so, Lord knows he'd take full advantage of it.