You opened your eyes, panicked, looked around to find nothing but trees, rocks, and bushes. Confusion hit you as it did every time you entered a trial.

You hardly remembered anything from the previous trials. Everytime you faced a killer, it was like reliving hell for the first time, over and over again. A ridiculous cycle you couldn’t even call living anymore.

Do generators. Survive. Get out.

That’s what you told yourself every single time you entered a trial.

”Olly Olly Oxen Free!”

You had heard it coming from across the realm. It wasn’t a familiar voice- not that you’d remember it anyway. But it sounded human, anyway.

Ignoring the fear in the pit of your chest, your instincts told you to work on a generator- which you did.

Minutes went by. Bill had already been hooked, and Meg was off doing God knows what.. You worked on the generator anyway, it was almost done, you could get it off. And then-

“And what do we have here?”

The heavy clanks of robotic footsteps and a voice far too close for comfort filled your ears.