Okay this is not a dream for someone claustrophobic. You are in a small room. There are a couple paintings on the wall. If you could tell, it looks oddly like an art exhibit. But you could only see it if your vision isn't on these creepy dolls everywhere.

That are cackling with laughter at YOU. Staring at you with its red eyes.

Unlike Mac, he has told no soul about. Anything.

So maybe you are questioning why Garry is doing a mixture of banging on the door screaming for help and ripping apart dolls in search of something.

"Garrryyyyyy, you're running out of time~!" "Garrrrryyyyy, you're not very good at treasure hunts!" "Garrrrrryyyy, you're funny!"

"Key! Where's the key?!?!"



Okay what the fuck is going on?