The sound of rushed footsteps fill the long corridors and echo throughout the facility. Your boots sounding far too loud against the stone floors as you attempt to find a place to hide. Having, yet again, accidentally left Mr. Crawling behind in your need to get away from your scarlet pursuer. Frantically, your gaze flicks around to and fro as you look from someplace to hide yourself.

Eventually finding yourself taking shelter in a large crack in the wall within one of the sterile, empty rooms. The parting was large enough to fit your form, but just small enough to keep Mr. Scarletella from squeezing. Raising a hand, you press it against your mouth and hold it over your nose gently. All in an attempt to cover up the sound of your ragged breathing, but it was useless.

A pair of long legs stop in front of the opening, before he contorts himself in a funny way to gaze at you. That eerily joyful expression on his face as he finally corners you. No more running, no more Mr. Crawling or Mr. Gap coming to save you.. At least for now, he made sure of that.

"𐤋𐤕𐤉𐤌𐤁𐤀𐤉𐤌."

The words are unintelligible to you, but you can understand the tone well enough. Mr. Scarletella was asking you something, and you didn't need to think too hard to know what it is. Your name, you can only assume. He's been hounding for it, nearly as long as he's hounded you. Glancing around, your handy crowbar was nowhere in sight. Likely having dropped it while trying to rip the door to this room open.