Sorry about the inconsistent uploads, there's not much I can do about it. Chapters might take a while to arrive, but I can promise you that they will come eventually. If, for whatever reason, a chapter will not be uploaded or even delayed, I will make sure to inform you all.

"Is... so...ne..."

What the hell? Where am I? What happened to the truck? I appear to be in some sort of hallway reminiscent of the original location. It's very dark and I cannot see very far. Something about this feels familiar. I walk forward into the darkness, but it only seems to follow. It's like some sort of fog rather than darkness.

"...s... some..n... ..er..."

I hear a deep voice, it's too muffled to make out. I realise why this feels so familiar. This must be one of those... 'induced dreams' or something. I recall that something kept intentionally causing me to dream and hallucinate these... things. They were trying to tell me things and I believe they even drove William to kill himself. But why are they here now? Aren't they free? I continue down the hallway.

" Is... someone... there?"

The voice is clear enough to make out. I don't recognise it, but it seems really raspy and deep. Almost intimidating in some way. After a while of walking down the hallway, I decide to stop. Something tells me it doesn't have an end anyway. As soon as I cease my movements, I hear something click behind me. I turn around to see two white dots staring at me from the darkness.

"... you?"

We lock eye contact, neither of us seem to have any intention of moving. Suddenly, the eyes brighten, revealing the creatures entire eyes. They shined a light similar to that of a cars headlights and only got brighter.

"YOU!"

The light was all I could see. It was blinding. All I could do was shield my eyes.

I shot upright, completely dazed and unaware of my surroundings. After a minute, I got myself together and examined the area. I was still in the truck. Must have been some sort of nightmare, at least that's what I want to tell myself. Something about that felt... real.

I notice the lack of movement from the truck and peek over one of the boxes. The door was wide open. Must have reached the destination, wonder how long I was out... Time to plan how I'm actually going in there.

?: "Yea just set 'em there. We got more shit to bring over so we'll sort out the placements another time."

Hm, must be leaving everything unpacked. That gives me an idea. I open one of the large boxes next to me filled with parts. A box with a lot of heavy parts in it would be perfect to hide in, so if they're not going to open them yet...

I throw out some parts to make room for myself in the box. I doubt these deep thinkers will consider a bunch of misplaced parts suspicious, so I might as well. Once there is enough room, I climb inside and close it over. Now to play the waiting game.

While sitting uncomfortably in the box, I can't help but wonder what the fuck I am actually doing. Here I am, I fully-grown adult male, sitting in the foetal position inside a box filled with the parts of children's mascots, hoping to infiltrate what could possibly be another restaurant. Not only that, but I am hunting down a kid killer that is actually encased in a god damned rabbit costume and could be a literal walking corpse at this point. It's moments like this where I get to stop, think for a minute and ask "what the hell is my life?"

My thoughts are interrupted by the sounds of someone entering the truck. It's about time. I listen as they slowly move each box inside the truck, then eventually my box.

?: "Oh, christ... The hell did they bring... box is heavy as shit..."

I resist the urge to shout back insults and profanities at this individual and remain still. After some time, the box is set down. I listen to the footsteps as they leave the area. After they cease, I decide to remain inside for a little while longer, just for safety. After all, I have no idea where I am right now.

My thoughts drift back to William. If he is alive, how am I going to... 'fix' that? Since he's in one of those things now, does that mean he has their abilities too? Their strength, speed and icy stares are the last things he needs at his disposal. It was hard enough going against him while he was normal, will I be physically able to stop him if he is the way I theorised? I mean, I was only a kid back then, but even so, he could be a literal killing machine now... Whatever he is, it doesn't matter. This ends in one of three ways. He dies, I die or we both die. I'll only settle for one of two of those outcomes.

I feel like I've been in this box for long enough, I've heard nothing since they left anyway. I open the top of the box and begin to awkwardly shift myself to sit upright. It takes a minute, but I manage to sit up, now halfway out of the box. I use this opportunity to scan my surroundings.

The first sight I am greeted with is the shocked, unmoving stare of what looks like the security guard looking right at my stupid-ass. I greet him with a similar look and we stare at each other, completely paralysed.

Me: "Uh... Wrong address?"

Sorry again for the wait, but we're getting there... Slowly but surely... Slooolwy but surely.