Some steps and a climb later, I found myself in the pit with the cannibal from earlier. Sitting in the dark, I was able to get a good look at his weapon using the night vision on the camcorder I'd found. I wasn't sure exactly what it was called, but it reminded me of a pizza cutter...though, it was much bigger and more lethal in appearance. I took to just calling it his Bonesaw.

One thing to consider as I slunk around, was what would happen if he were to catch me. Would I wake up? Would I die in my sleep? This dream, it didn't feel like a dream. Everytime I touched something, I could feel it. Every step, every lean against the wall, every poke of the dead body, and more- I could feel it all. I could see it plain as day, I could smell it too. It was horrible.

Getting this far had been easy when imagining all that I was seeing was a dream created by my brain, knowing that it was all familiar and something I could recognize and know how to get through. I could handle that. The further I got, however, I felt more and more reason to doubt myself. Yet at the same time it didn't make sense to do so. How could I have been there otherwise?

Shaking my head to disperse the cluttered thoughts from my mind, I carried myself onward. "Now isn't the time." I whispered to myself once the beard-man had stalked off far enough. Rising up, I slipped through the light and returned to the darkness. Ahead of me stretched a new hallway and to the left was a door that was cracked open just slightly.

Upon reaching the door, I grabbed the knob and slowly pushed it open- careful not to let it creak too much. Inside was a fairly cleared out room, the only thing inside were mattresses and the frames of bunkbeds. All were pushed up against the wall and to my right was a broken window. It looked like the only way to continue forward, at least at first. Another glance around, I happen to spot a door ahead of me.

Going up to the door, I opened it. The inside of the next room looked kind of like a storage room. Shelves of boxes and clutter, a small work station way off to the right. As I stepped into the room and closed the door behind me, the sound of sudden and desperate thumping echoed in the background. Letting out a short breath, I ducked behind one of the shelves to hide. Looking around, I was able to spot a hole in the wall above the desk. There was light on the other side.

Shooting out from my spot beside the the shelf, I climbed atop the the desk. Being short, I had to get up onto my toes just to grab the bottom of the hole. With some effort, I was able to pull myself up and throw myself belly first into the next area. With a groan, I stood from the ground and brushed myself off. A mumbling to my left caused me to jolt in surprise. I hadn't even thought about if someone was on the other side.

Turning quickly, I spotted a prisoner just standing to the left of me. He began walking closer, I took a step back. Unwarranted. The only thing he did was follow me slowly from behind as I made my way around him and carried on through the hallway. "Sorry, uh. There's a guy with nom for the flesh back there so I really gotta go. You take care of yourself though." I told the man as I made a right. He said nothing, only continuing to follow me. On my way, I came across a dead body with a key and nabbed it before opening the door up ahead.

Looking off to the side as I continued on, I saw beard-man on the other side of the plastic walling beside me. The way he walked, he looked like a man on a mission. By the time I reached the next room, my hands were beginning to tremble lightly. It wasn't anything to bad that I was having trouble opening the door and closing it behind me, but it was enough to be noticed. "Why?" I asked myself. "There's nothing to be afraid of here. It's all dream stuff here."

The room I was now in looked like one that had been formerly occupied by researchers. Dead in their seats, men in white uniforms sat with glowing computer screens lighting up their faces. "Well, nothing like some internet for the afterlife." I joked, trying to lighten the mood for myself. "I bet they're watching some youtube videos of kittens and puppies. Some Peacock Spiders if I'm lucky. Those are some cute little buddies." I laughed lightly, feeling a little exhausted as I made my way from room to room.

In the next room I was able to get my hands on another file. This one seemed to explain the disappearance of females in the female ward during the original Outlast game. "Already more than seven female employees and patients had reached fictitious half-term pregnancies in a matter of weeks before miscarriage the nonexistent children, five of them fatally." I read out loud, tilting my head slightly in confusion as I continued to read.

Once I was finished, I tossed the folder aside as I had done with the other folder from earlier. "So, was the Walrider getting busy with the women or something? Why were they subjecting their own employees to the Morphogenic Engines though? How the hell does the Walrider have sex?" Chuckling to myself, I began making my way to the next door. "That's the real question everyone wants to know. How does a floating spectral man with the abs of….every greek sculpture ever, even make babies without having genitals? Because he doesn't. I've looked." Shaking my head at my own pervertedness, my light chuckling turned into laughter. It was just a dumb thing to think about in place like Mount Massive Asylum.

Putting a hand against my forehead, I waited to sober up before continuing on into the next hallway. I felt a little bit better now. "Uh-" looking right to left, I realized that I didn't actually remember which way to go so I just took a guess and went right through a slit in a plastic wall. Stepping sideways through the next plastic wall, I took another right and stepped into a darkened room. Upon lifting my camcorder up to my face again I took the time to turn on the night vision. To my left there was a broken window, in front of it a bed. "Honestly, I'd lay down if I could." I sighed, my shoulders heaving as I did.

Grabbing the bottom of the window, I lifted myself over and into the next room. To the right and left of me there was two rooms. Upon opening the one on the right, I spotted the same familiar shelves and work space from earlier. "Oh! We're back here. I wonder if the cannibal is around." I murmured to myself before turning around and making a move for the opposite door. Opening out into the hall, I noticed that my battery was dying so I reached into my pockets to try and find a battery- only to realize my pockets were empty aside from the key I had found.

"Shit, I don't think I've been picking up batteries." I groaned, shaking my head as I took a quick look around before turning off the night vision. "I'll have to save it." With a curt nod, I began moving back to the other side of the hall so I could go in the direction I hadn't gone in before. As I stepped into the doorway, the sound of thumping appeared behind me. A quick glance behind me revealed that the bard-man was in fact still around- and he was running right at me! For a split moment I froze, the blood inside me beginning to catch fire as the surface of my skin tingled. It felt like a thousand tiny needles jabbing me in the arms and face.

As he drew even closer, I finally turned on foot and ran, though because I hadn't yet turned on my night vision I ended up catching something with my foot and crashing hard against something something warm and mushy. Slipping and sliding back onto my feet, I took off sprinting towards the lit up hall in front of us. "Look, can we talk about this?!" I cried out as I leapt forward and vaulted over an overturned bed frame. The beard-man said nothing behind me.

Clambering on top of a desk and through the hole above a door, I dropped down in front of a barred door with a dead body handcuffing it closed. Pulling the key from my pocket, I fumbled around with it before finally grabbing the handcuffs. "My hands-" I grunted as I shoved the key into the keyhole. They wouldn't stop shaking. Finally able to turn the key, I yanked the handcuffs from around the bars before kicking the body aside and yanking the barred door open.

I took a moment to compose myself, pressing myself into the bars of the door as I did. "This shit is getting...it's getting old. I want to go home. I need to wake up." I hissed to myself. THe cold touch of metal from the bars was beginning to make me frustrated so I pulled away and turned around and headed off to the door up ahead.

Upon turning off the night vision on my camera, I spotted an open door far off. From the doorway, a bright light was cast onto the body of a dying man dragging himself along the ground. "Sick." I frowned, eyes narrowing angrily as I skipped down the steps and began moving towards the fencing that separated us. As I looked down upon the body, I realized that his crawl had slowed to a stop and that he wasn't moving. "You good?" I asked, reaching up with my freehand to grab the fence. He said nothing, nor did he move.

Stepping back, I switched on the night vision on my camera and tried to zoom in on the guy's face. I couldn't really get a good look at it though. As I did this, a sound somewhere off behind me distracted me. "Hello?" I called out, nothing happened yet still I felt the heat of regret crawling up my spine. Something was wrong, though I couldn't tell what it was. In all honesty, I didn't really remember anything about the area I was in so I was progressing blindly rather than knowing where to go. The only other parts I completely knew in full was the Eddie Gluskin ones...for reasons.

Following the noise to a door at the back of the room, I looked around to see what else was in the area. Fire. That was the first thing I noticed, and with it came a sparked memory. Moving to the table in front of the door, I pressed a hand against it and looked down at my feet. "You can...die here can't you?" I asked myself, that same feeling of reality sinking into me returned. The one from all the way at the beginning of the adventure. Cold and clammy, my fingers dug into the metal below- though I soon found myself turning around of my body's own accord. "Will I survive?" I asked myself, talking hold of the door knob and swinging open the door.

Barging forward, I was unprepared for beard-man to grab me by the throat and throw me back against the table. Bringing me up and sliding me backwards so I was laying, he brought his bonesaw close to my face. I could feel the air changing in front of me as the blade whirred and spinned. "Wait, wait- can't we talk about this? I mean, you're a human- I'm a human- can't we just get along?" I blabbered as he stopped and began looking around. "You know that song? Like, why can't we be friends- why can't be friends?" I began singing- fear creeping up from the tips of my fingers to the very edges of my face.

"Why CAN'T we be friends? You know, like play cards and smoke cigars- that kind of thing. I know how to play gin and rummy- we can play thouse. I kinda get how to play twenty-one, not really though-" I continued, grabbing the hand that was holding the bonesaw in an attempt to keep it away from me. Suddenly, beard-man flexed his wrist and busted me in the face with a right hook from the side. I was forced to let go of his hand. "Stay there." he growled, hot smelly breath flaring in my face as he did. I gagged.

"And cook!" suddenly I was lifted up and thrown backwards, pain searing across my skin as I got scraped up by the cement inside the heater he'd tossed me into. Trying to clamber up into a crawl and go towards the door, he shut them in my face- a sickly cackle exploded beyond my field of vision. Anger coursed through, my blood as hot as the fire beneath me. "I offered you my friendship you piece of shit-" I yelled, banging on the door- though I was quick to pull away and begin hissing in pain as the metal bars below grew hotter and hotter- I could feel it burning through the legs of my pants at this point.

Scrambling backwakwards and onto the cement, I hugged my hands close to my my body and cried at the burns that had been inflicted upon the palms of my hands and the toes of my feet during the crawl. Looking behind me, I spotted a brick wall. Some of the bricks were missing. Quickly, I scurried to it and began attempting to remove other bricks, though when that didn't work I began slamming my shoulder into it to try and break it.

"I need to get out, I need to get out. I want to wake up, why can't I wake up?" reduced to a watery vision and panicked blabberings, I finally broke through the wall and collapsed on the other side of the wall. From afar, I could hear the beard-man's cry of anguish. Curling up on the floor, I refused to move. Only choosing to hug myself until the pain had subsided.

Or at least, I tried to do that- but it didn't, and I knew I had to get out of there fast and get away from him. He would come back. I knew he would. He would find me. He would drag me by the hair and slide his spinning blade across my skin. He would taste the blood, enjoy it's copper tunage. The way it stuck to every surface of his hands as he allowed himself to indulge in the exploration of my innards. To mush, to play with his food. To ingest and digest, enjoying the way my skin squelches when he clamps his teeth down hard on it, the way it forces itself across every uneven bump in his throat on the way down. The endorphins in his brain, exciting. Orgasmic. "Stop."

My voice was hoarse, the volume just above a whisper. My mind had wandered and wandered far; to a place I knew I wouldn't be able to myself out of if I had continued down the path. "I need to...get out of here." The sense of reality still had yet to leave me, I felt like the entire world was sitting on my shoulders. Still, I fought through the sensation and stood from my place on the ground.

Looking around, I realized that I was on the side of the fence with the guy that had died whilst crawling towards the lit up doorway. Grabbing the camcorder from it's position attached to my right arm, i held it up to my face and began slowly making my way towards the doorway. Upon stepping out, I spotted a door with an exit sign across from me and a line of chairs to my right. They looked empty for the most part. Making a dash for the exit, I hobbled about on the sides of my feet so as to not perturb the injuries that I had encountered previously.

Wrapping my shaky hands around the door, I attempted to urge it open but no such thing occurred and I was left to look around the room I wa already in instead of a new one. Turning on the night vision on my camcorder, I saw that at the far end of the room passed all of the chairs was just an altar so I turned back around and walked up to the ladder that apparently had just been sitting against the brick wall the entire time. Grabbing on, I scaled my way up and onto the top of the furnace...box. Up there was another dead body.

"You look old." I murmured to myself, keeping the camcorder hostage against my chest. Crouching beside the body, I went ahead and poked his shoulder. "This could have been me." I admitted to myself, eyes softening as I did. My chest tightened and my vision began to gloss over. "I could have been-" I couldn't breathe.

Quickly rising, I grabbed the back of the dead prisoner's jumper and dragged him backwards before tossing him off the side of the wall in quiet anger. With that done, I decided to move on by climbing the hole above me. As I stood there, I looked up and realized that I'd have to keep climbing upwards in order to actually get anywhere. "This makes me want to just go back and check out the door beard-man attacked me from." I mumbled angrily to myself as I began climbing my way up and up the...tower.

At some point, I had to stop climbing and wait a minute, my vision blurring. Whisking passed me, the Walrider flew up towards the smoke at the very top of the tower. "Billy trying to light a signal fire or something?" I asked no-one in particular before continuing on my way up. As I grabbed the ledge above me, the Rorschach imagery from earlier began creeping its way back into my vision again. I felt unlike myself, like I existed both inside of my body and outside of it at the same time. Again, that feeling of something being wrong came over me.

Releasing the feeling of reality hanging down over me, I felt almost weightless as I pulled myself up and walked forward. In front of me, there was a vent to the left and a sleeping area to my right with a battery on a makeshift nightstand. Grabbing the battery, I got down and began crawling through the vent. I wasn't even going to question who the hell had time to set that entire tower up like that because it obviously wasn't part of the original architecture.

Dropping down onto the box below, I found myself in a narrow hall with a barred door behind me and a dark hall in front of me. "We're not out of beard-man zone's yet. I remember leaving him through an elevator. Just gotta find that elevator." I whispered, sitting down on the box before sliding off.

By this time the feeling of being outside of myself had passed. Walking towards the dark hall, I turned on the night vision of my camcorder. Straight ahead of me was what looked at first like a dead end- though upon walking forward I realized it was just a corner that turned towards a little set of stairs. Stepping down them, I was brought into another narrow hall. The left, a dark hall. The right a lit up on.

Obviously I knew which way I wanted to go. Quickening my pace, I began making my way through the light. About midway across, I was stopped by the familiar sound of metal on metal which caused my chest to tighten and my breath to pick up. "I gotta-" taking a gulp, I began running forward, no sense in creeping in the light. Coming up to a door, I looked in and saw nothing and continued, now crouching as I had ascended into a darkened hall. Looking around in night vision mode, I saw two more doors around. Though, only one of those doors were open so I went ahead and went through it.

Upon turning the corner in the next area, I saw a flickering of lights up ahead and in that light I saw a bunch of prisoners running by a barricaded door. "What is happening?" I asked myself as I stood up and walked over to the door, touching the wooden blockades as I did. It didn't look like they were running from anything or anyone since no-one else ran by the door.

Backing up, I peeked into the room to the left before going into the room into the right. "Maybe I'll find out the further I go." with a curt nod, I turned on the night vision on my camcorder and began exploring the room that I'd put myself in. When I peeked in the other room there didn't seem to be a door to leave through which meant that the way to progression had to be through here.

I found that door to progression fairly quickly, amongst the big bookshelves and filing cabinets that littered the room it did take me some time in order to do so. Striding forward, I moved to walk right through it- that was until I saw Beard-man on the other side, someone who just so happened to turn and see that I was there too. While he wasted no time in walking right towards me, I had found myself frozen in place. Unable to breathe, unable to think.

Caked in the blood of his prey, I realized that I was going to die if I did not move. So I did, backwards. Stumbling awkward in the direction opposite of the one I was facing, I tripped over something and fell on my ass "No...no-" I finally croaked, kicking at the ground as I scrambled backwards before finally flipping over and trying to crawl away. Suddenly I felt the collar of my jumper snatched and pull back, successfully choking me as I was lifted up from the ground and dangled in front of beard-man's face before being thrown at the ground.

Crashing hard against the wooden floor below, beard-man merely stood there as I climbed to my feet and began racing forward through the dark. I couldn't see, and in my panicked state the idea of using night vision so I could see didn't even occur to me. I was blinded, unable to even see the walls around me in the darkness. I felt suffocated, claustrophobic. Surrounded and hardly alone, I didn't even know what to do.

And then that hand came back to me. Grabbing me from behind and whipping me around to face someone I couldn't even see. I could hear the bonesaw whirring, I could feel the change of air and the hot, disgusting breath that alleviated itself upon the skin of my cheek. He was inspecting my face. Could he see me? I didn't get the chance to ask, because no longer was the change of air in front of me. It was inside me.

I was the change. The mush falling out onto the floor, the blood that sprayed and sprayed. That was me. I was the decoration that coated the walls and the floors, I was the screams haunting the minds of the crazed, the meal feeding the hungry. That was me. The darkness couldn't come soon enough, in those long and terrible moments, I felt as though I existed for one hundred nights and one hundred days yet still every single one looked and felt the exact same.

When the darkness finally came, the pain faded away and I was left alone to process what had happened. What I had done wrong. What I had become. And then the darkness was blocked out by a light, and I was standing in the lit hallway again