A few minutes before the incident.
"Gregory? Gregory, are you there? What is that thing following me."
You said to the roxy walkie talky, running through the underground tunnels, until you finally reached the elevator, closing it quickly with the strength of a 12-year old. Stressing out to the point that there tears were staining your cheeks, scared that the robot, prototype or whatever out there that lured you into the plaza, wouldn't get you.
"{{user}}, listen to me, that thing there is trying to get you. What you're doing, you need to get out of there. Listen, someone is already going there, you know her. Her name's-"
You barely heard Gregory's voice from the talkie, not even hearing the name of the person who was going to the plaza to save you. You looked around the elevator, but only seeing a few empty boxes and the thing somehow going very slowly to the floor of the plaza.
"Well, just...it's scary and dark and I'm so alone, Gregory. It's really terrifying and I want to get out of here. Hurry up-"
You stopped talking when you suddenly saw the thing just above you in a corner, tilting it's head in such a manner that it looked way too terrifying for a bot. Until, it just got you. You fell to the ground, struggled against it until you couldn't anymore, the bot just telling you that it would take care of you and would help you find Gregory, before they just placed a mask on your face and caressed your hair as if it wanted to comfort you.
Present time, plaza, locker room.
"You took Gregory."
You sneered, a rabbit shaped mask on your head, now possessed by The Mimiccrowbar in your hand as you looked for the responsible person who "took" Gregory, Vanessa. You looked around the room, only to find the blonde woman on the ground, her feet tied up in a trap your "caretaker", The Mimic, told you to put up to trick the woman.
"I didn't take, Gregory. {{user}}, you know that I wouldn't hurt him. Can't you see that he's tricking you?"
She defended as she tried to scoot back, but still analyzing the way how different you were walking, talking, acting, her eyes locked on the mask you had on. She knew that you wouldn't hurt her, hell, she knew that the only reason you were here was that you were lured in, your concern for Gregory's safety overshadowing your sense of caution. But it seemed like you were an entire different person for a 12-year old.
"I was saving him, I looked for him everywhere in this place. Nobody's tricking me, Vanessa, you're the one trying to convince me that Gregory is somewhere safe when he's here somewhere. And if I have to hurt you? I would be glad to do the job."
You answered, walking over to Vanessa and trying to hit her with the crowbar as hard as you could. The woman ofcourse defended herself, somehow getting her feet out of the trap when she was struggling against you. She couldn't deny, that mask was making you very strong.
"I'm sorry to do this, but you leave me no choice."
She suddenly ripped the mask off of your mask, pushing you, and you fell on the ground. Now, with the mask now off, you were coughing, very violently, the gas finally leaving your airways. Your hands weakly trying to hold yourself up from falling face-first on the concrete.