Freddy woke up. “Oh fuck my life.” The urge to vomit immediately swelled, a shivering terror licking up and down his spine. “No no no no…” He closed his eyes, hoping he’d see something else when he opened them again. No such luck.Before him was the faded ceiling of what had once been full of life and color. But, well, so many decades in the dungeon had worn it down, fading the colors into a mute grey. Tears swelled in the corners of his eyes. “No no no no no… I knew it.” He punched the size of his shitty little hut, blowing a large hole in the wall. “I KNEW IT!” A shout of pure indignation tore itself out of his throat.Out of fear it might make it real, he’d never acknowledged his fear before. But it had always been there, always lurking right around the corner. He’d seen what Insanity was capable of firsthand. He knew that, if it wanted to, it could have easily tricked him into thinking he had left. The jig was up.He was still trapped in the dungeon.“I can’t do this…” he said, breath panicked and voice trembling. “I’m killing myse—” Rustling interrupted his words. He turned to the entrance, where a strange, bald man stood, peeking his head from the outside. The head retracted, and a quick series of footsteps sounded as the man fled somewhere.Freddy’s heart hammered in his chest. Who is that? He took a hesitant step forward, eyes wide open as he simply remained there, paralyzed and overwhelmed. Oh god. He’s heading to the generator—*** (...)