Guys, we did it. We actually won a victory today over that son of a
bitch who was drugging us.
I don't know what the bastard's plan was, but it failed. Really, I
don't know how it could have succeeded, all things considered. We
were just settling down to go to sleep, so we could continue sweeping
the area for Kruger, when that sweet smell filled the air. We aren't
as dumb as you think, jackass. We immediately knew who it was and
what was coming. It... Still affected us, a bit... But it was just a
hallucination. The Faceless fucker is a monster, but Spinner is just
a guy. He kicked open the door, and... Just for a second we just
stared at the hallucination. Those eyes... If... When I make it out
of this, I think those eyes are going to stick with me for as long as
I live... Darkness just doesn't get more black than that.
Or so I thought at the time.
He rushed at Carlos, probably trying to take him like he did Kruger,
but I managed to intercept him and got him good where I think his
head was. I guess.. The Gas made me think he made this screeching
sound at me, and he backed off into the hall. Carlos ran after him,
and so did I. I don't know if the pain in my knuckles, after hitting
him that hard, made me shake off the hallucinogen faster, but as we
chased him out of the building into the night, I felt my mind gain
clarity. I could see that what we were chasing was not a Spider
Monster, but just a guy in a padded hoodie, with a weird mask. He was
fucking fast though, but not as fast as he thought he was. He would
slip around some corners and stop to check if we were still
following. And we were.
Some of Corvin's Timberwolves found us and tried to stop Spinner, but
he apparently had some kind of gas sprayer in his sleeve, and hit
them with a face-full of that shit he used on us. I could hear the
Timberwolves screaming, as we chased Spinner into the theater room.
He made a beeline for the stage, and activated one of the same
fucking trapdoors we use for Carlos' act... Now that I think about
it, that Anonymous douchebag commenter did mention he watched our
act. Maybe he wasn't in the audience after all...
Like I said before, there was an entire basement level under that
stage. It turns out, it wasn't as unused as I thought it was. Spinner
ran through the place like he knew it well, but we had no idea what
the layout was like. It didn't take us long to lose him. The black
clothes and mask made him blend in good with the dark, and we didn't
bring flashlights. As we searched for him, we realized that going
down here without a light source would be a really bad idea. So we
had no choice but to head back up and grab some flashlights. Carlos
wanted to get Agent Elliot... And he was probably right... But I
didn't want to risk Spinner slipping away. I wanted to end this shit
there and then.
Well, obviously I didn't, but we did find something fucking insane.
After about thirty minutes of checking every nook and cranny, we
noticed a trap-door behind some boxed, almost covered with a rug. It
was unlocked, so we opened it and crawled in. You would not believe
what was down there... I can't really bring myself to fully believe
it myself. There was an entire ruined... Temple, or... Fucking...
Authentic as shit Haunted House, Castle, thing. There were mostly
unlit torches along the walls at the end of the moderately short
ladder down into a stone staircase. It was a blackish stone, or very
dark gray, and it wasn't natural, that was for sure. It looked
carved. But... I'm not, a mason or anything. The end of the winding
staircase down into the darkness, opened up into a larger area filled
with oddly new looking wooden benches. There was a large doorway at
the end of the room, as well as a long empty looking tunnel off to
the right side, coming in. The darkness inside it looked...
Unnatural, would be the only way to describe it.
Three things were noticeable in this room, aside from the doors and
benches. The first, was that it was absolutely infested with insects.
Big insects. Roaches were scuttling around the ground, feeding on the
corpses of other dead bugs. The air was alive with buzzing and
fluttering, but it was still too dark to really tell what kind of
bugs were flying around. Spiders were everywhere, in nearly every
corner and around nearly every bench, and some of them looked like
fucking tarantulas, in how big they were. The really bizarre thing,
is that none of those flying insects landed on us. All the insects in
the room seemed to keep at a distance, and it was... Like they
cleared a path for us, when we walked near. The second noticeable
thing, was that there were still burning torches in places, almost
making the flashlights unnecessary, in places. But just outside the
light, the darkness was thick and deep, almost seeming to eat up the
light we shined into it. I just... Know... They were infested with
more of those spiders and insects. And maybe other things...
The third... Noticeable thing... Was what made us decide to leave
early, without finding Spinner... There was this... Big Statue in the
center of the room. Of a Spider. With a fucking human face on it. The
expression was one of... Doubt, I guess, or inquiry. It was...
Lovingly detailed. Hairy, and the joints on the legs made it almost
look like it could come to life at any second. Everything about it
made me feel wrong. I mean... The whole place had me feeling like I
shouldn't be there... But that statue was a fucking abomination. The
way the insects moved around it...
I'm just... Not going to talk about it anymore. We left almost
immediately upon seeing the thing, not even bothering to explore the
other areas of that place. Elliot was waiting for us outside of our
Room.
We told him what happened, and we told him that the guy in the black
mask and hoodie ran down a trap door in the basement of the Theater
building. What happens next is up to him, I guess... Hopefully he
will take care of Spinner. So we can focus on The Slender Man at long
last.
You guys in the comments know more stuff than me, and I... Gotta
know. What the fuck did we find down there?
