A/N- Sorry, but this chapter is going to go back a bit; we are going to focus a tad on the time Miles spent at the Asylum. Not the entire thing, just for while near the beginning.

Miles frown deepened; he was sure nothing had happened. His mind was just being toyed with. The camera and the Blue rabbit had all just been his head. 10 minutes in that horrid asylum would just about drive anyone insane. He wondered how he went the solid 2 hours.

His hand grazed his skin lightly, it felt cold and dead. Then he remembered, there was an entire being made of around 6000 Nano bots hiding in him, waiting for Miles to die just so he could be free to find another host again.

There was a slight shuffle outside his office, and Miles' head shot up. He may be somewhat insane, but he had bullet sharp wits. He picked up his flashlight, felling the cold metal against his skin made him shudder slightly.

"Hello?" He questioned with a small tang of annoyance present.

There were a few clicking sounds as a large blue animatronic bunny faced him, his pale green eyes going an unnatural black and white. Miles stumbled back and looked back in shock. That wasn't natural. What should I expect? The past 2 weeks have been completely unnatural. The brunette thought to himself. He rolled his eyes and held his eyes steadily on the baby blue hare. The machine glared at Miles with cold, unforgiving eyes, which Miles returned with an utterly confused face.

The rabbit took a slow step forward, and was no longer blocking the long corridor. Miles noticed this, and without missing a beat, he acted as he was going to go left, and then suddenly changed his footing to go right. Miles barley felt a small gust of wind on his neck as the cottontail swiped at him.

Miles cursed himself; how he managed to find ANOTHER insane place with a random guess, he would never figure out. Miles jogged lightly down the hall as the azure hare pursued him. Miles stuck to a right turn at the end of the hall, and carried on to the gallery, a rather large room with a stage to the left and arcade machines to the right, along with an oversized gift box with slightly annoying children's music playing somewhere nearby.

He decided to stay right, and ran through a single row of old arcade games. He turned back to where the cobalt rabbit that was pursuing him should be, and found nothing. He looked to the stage, and to his delight, the bunny sat staring at the wall Miles was headed towards. He halted.

"H-Hello?"

He asked with a shaky voice. He hated to sound weak, but he still had to be cautious. No response came. Miles felt the edges of his mouth turn downward to a frown. He could have sworn there was just an oversized rabbit chasing him just a few minutes ago.

He shuddered slightly, turned, and began his way back to his office, completely oblivious to the set of glowering irises that observed him through the entire ordeal.

Miles made his way down the dusky hall, for what seemed to be the twentieth time today. His mind still didn't understand what was happening, but what else can come from a brain that went through hours of Mental and physical trauma.

One part of him wanted to forget, to forget his past and start anew. Another wanted to stay and expose the asylum, so no other 'Daring' journalist would stumble into a broken window, like he had, and meet an unforgiving fate with an oversized man that looks like someone tried to fuck start his head with a cheese grater.

Although, there was one part of him, one little slice of his perfectly 'sane' mind that just wanted to let go, to leave his life. After all, the thing inside him would get a new 'host', and he would be able to float on as his ghost, and finally be at peace with his conflicted mind.

Miles shook those thoughts out of his head. He sure as hell wasn't that desperate to forget. Miles noticed he was now back at the office, with the dim light hardly able to illuminate the small space. He wondered why he was even given an office light. The one already there really made no difference.

Miles head began to drift off, to distant eras, timelines, and places. He shook his head and smiled to himself softly. This was no time to put his mind elsewhere. He spared a glance up at the clock. 3:45 it read. Miles was still shaken with the encounter of the blue rabbit, but, for his own sanity, or what was left of it, he just passed it off as one of the many past hallucinations.

Once again, there was noise in the hallway adjacent to his office. He gripped his matte black flashlight and flicked it on, pointing it to the hallway. The bright white beam irradiated the hallway immediately, revealing a bright yellow chicken that honestly, didn't look kid friendly one bit. The chicken or… duck (Miles really couldn't distinguish between the two) had no beak, and had little pink panties and a bib that read; Let's Party! Once again, with the way it was built, Miles had to guess that their designer had no idea it was going to a kids' restaurant. Well, that or it was just some creepy old guy.

The chicken just stood there, staring at him with the same disturbing eyes that the rabbit had been.

Miles just sat there in a small daze. Now his second encounter with an animatronic. His palms started to get clammy and his arm started to shake a bit under the weight of the heavy duty flashlight. Miles finally lowered the flashlight from the chicken left minutes earlier.

This is not helping my anxiety one bit. He thought with a sigh.

A/N- I am so sorry! I don't really know what had happened. I got a message when I tried to post this chapter on the 17th, and it told me I had been 'WithBanded' from the user services of until 2-1-17

Honestly, I have no idea what I did to receive this, and all I could do on the site was PM. My sincere apologies, and I'll try to figure out if they made a mistake or what it could have been. Once again, on my behalf, I'm sorry.