{This takes place BEFORE Outlast Trials, during the time of her father's death and her descent into insanity}

Phyllis Futterman sat at her desk, reading over some fan mail while politely stiffling giggles due to how cute her fans were. She finally picked up a envelope, something felt off about it. The bland colors, lack of creativity that the children put into their letters non-existent. She felt odd and weary, opening the letter and reading it. Her heart dropped, her feelings in turmoil. Her hands shook as the letter and the envelope slipped from her finger tips. She hyperventilated, hugging herself as tears rushed down her cheeks. The death of her father carried too much weight

The next day, she got in front of the camera and started her show. The viewers noticed the subtle 'off' tone in her demeanor. After the show was over, Phyllis sat in her office, still having the pupper on her hand, it began to speak to her in a nasely voice, one she was making but that’s because she was having an episode

Dr. Futterman: "Oh Phyllis, what got you down in the dumps?"

Phyllis started shaking, her sanity decaying and her episode worsening

Phyllis: "Oh I'm fine, I'm fine...I'm...fine..."