Waylon was stupid. He was at the Drying Grounds and he was holding a partially damaged camera. I remember how he looked at me and backed away from me with uncertainty. He was paranoid out of his mind. He wouldn't let me get near him.

"Fine, don't talk, just hear me out."

He whimpered in fear.

"I want this place shut down just as much as the next guy. If we get out of here, it's a clear dash to the cops. We get this place reported, and we're all home free."

Turns out, we were on the same page. I don't believe he trusted me, but I lead him through Massive as best I could. Needless to say I was desensitized to mostly everything Waylon had seen. We travelled back the way I came, making me feel like I was making no progress. Waylon insisted that this was the right way. Stupid.

I had come out of this place half an hour ago, and now here I was, back where I came from. What a waste of time. We walked for quite a while. There's no need for details… What? I'm trying to make this easy to understand.

As I was saying, we walked for quite a while, until Waylon decided that it would be a good idea to make a jump he knew he couldn't make. I don't even have to tell you this time, he was stupid. The boards broke loose and he crashed into the Vocational Block. I knew a guy named Dennis who liked to hang around down there. I rolled my eyes and carefully made my way down to where the techie crash landed, with help from all the boards he managed to break during his fall. I met him inside the walls. He was breathing hard.

"Are you ok?"

"I-I think I broke a rib…" He stuttered out.

"You fucking idiot," I mumbled. "It's alright… I can get you help soon. Just forget about the pain and you'll be better."

I helped him to his feet and handed him his camera. I could hear someone through the walls, talking.

"…don't need any sisters. Maybe some… some girls that ain't blood."

"You ain't old enough to be worrying about it. We have worser problems."

"Grow some hair on your pecker, Timmy, then we can talk about girls."

Waylon looked at me and whispered, "Wh-what are they talking about?"

I shushed him and looked through the cracks in the wood to get a better view of the speakers.

"If we had a visitor. If we did. He could be our goat."

"What in creation are you talking about?"

"He just likes to hear himself t-t-talk."

"We need a goat."

Waylon stirred and stared at me with worried eyes. "What the fuck are they talking about, a goat? What do they mean, a fucking goat?"

"You act like you've never seen a crazy person before." I grinned as I watched through the wall and looked for the three men in conversation… but I only saw one.

"There's reason here."

"To bear our guilt. Our gender. A small piece of flesh… between us, and the blade."

"You want to give him to Gluskin."

"That's the idea."

I pushed myself away from the wall momentarily. "What did they say?" I gazed to Waylon for a second opinion, but he wasn't listening. Once again, stupid.

"I-I don't want to get Gluskin's attention. He'll hurt us."

"He'll hurt YOU. You'd make a pretty woman."

"No sense in pullin' a mad dog's tail."

I was too curious. I should have led Waylon back through a vent or something… but I had to get closer. I keep thinking they're saying…

"We feed him a goat, and leave him alone. A gift for the groom."

Now I'm the stupid one, with a stupid dog walking behind me. Damn it, I can't understand what any of this fucking means. Who the fuck is "the Groom?" Why does this asshole want us so bad? They couldn't mean Eddie… No, no I know Eddie. They couldn't mean him. I mean I was crawling through cervices, under tables, between bookshelves. I was getting us into trouble, and I knew it.

Thud.

"Rats in the walls! Kill the rats!"

"He's here! Inside the walls! Kill him!"

I didn't run, I fucking bolted. I grabbed Waylon's hand and dragged him downstairs. To the Female Ward.

"This idiot WANTS to die!"

"Here comes the bride… here comes your bride, Mr. Gluskin."

"Fucking idiot delivered his own self to Gluskin's hell."

We stood there for a while, until I spoke up.

"You. You fucking asshole! I'm stuck here because of you! I can't fucking believe this! I'm right where I started, and it's all your FAULT! I would be out by now if it weren't for you! I should skin you alive! I…" I paused to look around the area I had come across.

Sewing machines everywhere. I don't recognize this place. I wandered a bit, only to find a familiar piece on the radio. I remembered Eddie singing it to me a while back. I hummed along in what you could almost call joy, until I rounded the corner and saw… oh god.

I can't even tell you how bad it was. It was horrific. A man in a prison uniform, a blanket over his head, holding the hand of a dead... woman? It mimicked birth in a way… but I-I could never tell you how awful it was to see.

I pushed on without hesitation, dragging Waylon away before he had the chance to vomit. More sewing machines. I trailed behind a bit to examine the area for vents. They were our best bet at this point. I'd let the stupid techie lead the way for a bit. He put his hand to one fucking door knob and everything went wrong from there. I only looked up because he screamed.

I saw a man before me, barely visible in the light that shone through the curtains. He peeked through the small window in the door, a huge, sadistic smile on his face. He said one word, and that was all it took for me to remember.

"Darling."

Oh. My. Fucking. God.

This was mostly in-game dialogue. Im sorry. It will get better in the next chapter, in which we have FLASHBACKSSSSSSS

again, I am sorry if my OC sucks ass.

-Hollow

OH AND im sorry but I made an error in the first chapter. In the beginning it says Ivy met Waylon in the female Ward and then near the end it says he met him in the Drying Grounds. I meant to fix the Famale Ward to Drying grounds but I must've forgotten SORRRYYY