Ashley had always been too curious for her own good.

Everybody told her that whenever they had the chance. Told her about how nosey she was or how she'd always get into the business of people she shouldn't have. Things like that didn't necessarily phase her or anything. In fact they honestly sort of spurred her on.

Seems though, she'd finally stuck her nose where it shouldn't of gone; seen something that she definitely wasn't supposed to see. And now she'd paid the price for it. Ashley paid a lot for it–her life in fact. Or well, maybe her old life because apparently she had a new one now. One where she was stuck in the same damn bunker she'd been in for the past month or two.

She lost track of time a good long while ago. There weren't any windows in the K-9 Facility, it was a bunker so that came to no surprise. Still, Ashley hadn't expected her internal clock to crash as fast as it had. Of course, she'd felt like this before. Not knowing what day it was that is, but never like this. Never not truly and fully comprehending. It wasn't a pleasant feeling though Ashley didn't necessarily need it either. She'd given up the hope of being found long ago.

At least she had company. Apparently there were other 'spirits' here too–the whole 'ghosta are real' thing would have been preferably discovered in a way that wasn't becoming one herself. She'd made friends with...well, none of them. Being dead and possessing a clown animatronic of all things was still a concept that she struggled with. Ashley wasn't entirely lonely though, there were the occasional rodent and insect or arachnid.

Most of her time was spent daydreaming. Trying desperately to find a way to escape her living hell. Sometimes it worked, other times not so much. Still, Ashley tried and tried again to find some way of escape. Every attempt was futile in the long run, because she'd always have to wake up eventually; wake up back in her own personal little hell.

Today was another day.

Another day of sitting alone in a dark and decrepit bunker.