"The switch is now on OFF."
… Huh?
The Batter looked around the white room, ignoring the mess The Judge now was. He felt small tremors as the Purified Zones slowly crumbled away, but within moments it was gone. Everything was peaceful again.
Why isn't this place purified as well?
He listened for The Player, but there was no longer any voice in his head, no longer any strings controlling his every move. It was a feeling he had grown to accept, now ripped away to let him free. The sudden freedom was frightening. He had done what he needed to accomplish his goal, but he was still alive. Nothing made sense anymore.
Quiet, distant footsteps shook him out of his thoughts. The Batter gripped his Ashley Bat, tensing up. No one should be left, not after he had pulled the switch. He crept closer to the hallway, stepping over The Judge's corpse. The footsteps echoed louder and he saw a shadow pass on the wall across from him.
His breathing became shallow and it was getting difficult for him to breathe. Something was wrong with that shadow.
The walls started to warp, seemed to stop being solid. He heard the sound of his blood rushing through his ears. There was a low female chuckle. The shadow stepped forward and The Batter stared at her profile.
"Hello, Batter," she called. In the dim light he could see her outline; blonde hair tied up in a baseball cap similar to his own, a similar outfit on her smaller frame. She carried no bat, but instead wore a black mitt on her left hand. "Seems like your Player found the glitch in the game. Too bad that they won't see this ending, eh?"
"Who are you?"
"I'm known as The Pitcher."