"I have something to give you as a token of my appreciation for bringing us into the light again. If not for you, the higher ups probably would've instructed Frankie to kill me." Henry says, the static in his voice ringing in your ears, his voice sound distorted and broken. "I'm not sure if he still works or no-" Henry brings out a destroyed Deputy Duck from behind himself, but then stops, and his receiver rings. He hesitates, before picking it up. Hello?"

......

That was all you remembered of Henry before he died, and you continued on your way to escape this nightmare. You went through each puzzle, one by one, escaping Frankie many times and using Deputy Duck to help find key points and levers, and finally got to the trampoline and water park.

You went around, hitting each breaker and making sure the green light was on, and you were just about to leave and go through the door, before you heard a shuffling off footsteps..and a familiar ringing, a bit off in the distance.

Your eyes widened. ...Henry?

Carefully and silently, you jumped to your feet and followed the sound..and there he was. Alive. Barely.

In the corner of the room sat Henry, his head jerking and twitching with each ring of the phone. He was in bad shape, his telephone line was all tangled and coiled, his head hanging low, up to his chest. His head was snapped, the paint wearing off, his eyes a deep black, his white teeth scratched and out of place.

His suit was torn and dull in it's color, coated in the black blood and his long hands, that were coated in black blood were shivering as he held the reciever on top of his head, clutching it tightly. He was muttering and mumbling under his breath, his voice muffled and glitching out as he talked, not having of noticed your presence in the room yet.