Author's Note:
Here it is everyone, the follow up to "Cherry Lane". This fan fiction is rated M due to violence, mature situations and minor references to gore, sadly this follow up doesn't contain Jacksepticeye or Markiplier so fair warning.

Chapter 1: Accident

A lone van wandered along a dark, dirt road. The driver appeared to be a young British man with black hair and greyish eyes, like Seam eyes. His name was Phil Lester, he glimpsed over for a small second where he saw his best friend, Dan Howell sleeping. Dan didn't personally want to drive as he didn't like driving down a dirt road at night, especially with Phil in the car along with him.

All was normal, up until Phil noticed something run out onto the road. Phil tried to swerve to avoid it but ended up skidding off the road and into a dark, dreary forest area. Phil was knocked out cold, along with Dan. It wasn't until dawn arrived that Phil managed to wake up, the van was a complete wreck, the engine was destroyed beyond repair and they both had no idea where they were. Dan didn't fare much better, he had some injuries sustained after the crash and Phil had no choice but to venture out on his own. "Dan!" Phil said loudly, hoping that his friend would wake up. Phil felt his pulse, luckily his friend was still alive.

"Hold on Dan, I'll go find us some help." Phil said, he knew Dan couldn't hear him but still he held out hope that maybe he did. Phil grabbed the flashlight and his coat out of the car and continued through the forest, hoping that he would find help before nightfall. Phil trekked through a ton of forest, he felt tired after going through the forest and needed to rest somewhere. That was when he noticed a rusted building not too far from him, he could also see a radio transmitter pretty close to the complex. "Maybe they have some way to help Dan!" He said optimistically to himself. Phil continued up the steep hill and onto the rusted, grated floor of the complex. He could hear the building creak slightly as small parts started to shift and fall, Phil could see that this place was falling apart on him. "Ah, a door. Let's hope it isn't locked." He said to himself.

Phil tried to pull the handle, but unfortunately it broke off of the door. Phil had to find another way in, he scanned the rusted complex and found an old, busted window. Phil walked along the rusted surface carefully, as to avoid falling through the floor. He reached the window and climbed into the building, hitting the ground inside with a mighty thud. "Damn it, I should've paid more attention during climbing class." Phil said to himself, attempting to get back up. He couldn't see anything around him, he knew that from the outside that the place was abandoned, but his goal was to get to the transmitter near the complex. He thought that maybe a ham radio was nearby or some kind of phone at least, hell he would even take two bars of service if he could. Phil reached for his back pocket and pulled out his torch, he shined his torch on the place and saw that the entire building was rusted, painted over with graffiti and vandalised. Phil knew that this place had been abandoned, but for how long?

Phil explored the complex, hoping to find out what happened here. Despite the fact that this place creeped him out, he found it strangely interesting. He saw some old assembly lines of some sort, he saw some old tools as well. He thought that these tools are too dangerous to be used today, Phil instantly though they were old weapons of some kind. Phil found some old steps and went cautiously up the flight of stairs, he could hear his feet hit the grated steps as he went up them. Phil soon found himself in an old office area and decided to check out some of the offices, he saw some old newspaper clippings on the desks.

"Hello, what's this?" He asked himself, picking up the clipping. It was dated back in 1990, the years have not been kind to it as Phil could not make some of the words out. I should've brought my glasses. He thought to himself, he attempted to read it anyway.

Dated: 25 April 1990, Incident occurs at Repco Factory. Two employees were found dead at Repco Factory outside the town of Mistvale, malfunctioning machinery suspected of killing these employees. However police are questioning all employees at the factory as they suspect that the victims were brutally murdered. Phil read the clipping and was shocked to hear what happened here, he took a quick photo of the clipping and carried on down the office block. He saw another office with a newspaper clipping and decided to read it. Dated: 1st June 1990, Murder Suspected at the Repco Factory. Three employees were found dead at Repco factory, witnesses describe the suspect as none other than factory worker, Benjamin Caulfield aged 20. Police currently have him under custody and are questioning him.

Phil found this more and more disturbing, he found another clipping that outlined the trial that never happened. Benjamin was acquitted due to lack of evidence and the sudden disappearance of the witnesses. Phil couldn't take anymore and decided to walk some more, he looked at his phone and saw that it was around midday. He had no discernible windows nearby, so he couldn't tell what time of day it was. He found a rusted elevator shaft and tried to bring the elevator up, however it got jammed halfway up. Phil found another flight of stairs to his right and decided to walk down the hall, passing more and more offices. However he didn't know that something was lurking behind him, watching his every move. Phil found something different, a journal entry of some kind.

Dated: 1st June 1991, exactly one year after the factory incident. I fear that the police are on my trail and will not cease. I need more time! I know this can work, but my home in Cherry Lane is far too risky at the moment. I need more time. The entry ended there, Phil thought this was just ramblings of a mad man, although it was extremely vague. He sensed that someone had walked past and he went to see who it was, he didn't catch a glimpse of the person however. Phil crossed cautiously through the office area and eventually found the old dining area, it was nice and spacious with a nice view of the serine forest horizon. Phil was less scared of this place now, lowering his guard significantly. He was still unaware of the shape that stalked him from the shadows.