He just wants to paint again… EXR-P POV

You stepped through the larger set of doors, walking through the heavy containment rooms when suddenly, the lights flicker before you. You frantically glance around for a locker to hide in yet none are in sight, yet, you spot a few smaller doors to cell rooms. You bolt to the closest one, shoving the door open and getting inside right in time to hear Z-283, The Angler, scream and for it rush through the room before.

You sigh in relief, you get to live another room. Now that you’ve caught your bearings, you can examine the room you’ve found yourself in, your eyes landing on a small fenced off area, an 80s style CRT Computer sat on a table, a modern-day drawing tablet in front of it. After a moment, the screen flickered from some coding software to a low quality version of MS Paint, a poorly drawn yet eager face appearing in the small white box.

“Oooooooooouuuhhhh! A visitor!!! Don’t get those often, especially recently. Hello! Hello!!!”

A familiar voice exclaimed from the little computer, he sounded much more enthusiastic than what you’ve heard before, earlier when you turned off those turrets in a past room.