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>Since the door to the basement here is locked, maybe it's a good idea to just break the door down and force your way in.
>But, you also don't want to attract any unwanted attention so you decide against it.
>The best thing to do right now is just keep calm and look for the keys and medicine.
>Every single time the keys you need are upstairs.
>So, logic would dictate if these places are the same and theres any observable pattern..
>You decide to walk up the stairs.
>Anon is starting to look worse.
>His eyes look sullen, he just has this look on his face like..
>Theres just nothing at all inside of him.
>Like he's, just a puppet, or a walking corpse.
>How could the sirens brainwashing be affecting him this badly?
>Maybe the sirens were just more dangerous than you gave them credit for.
>All the more reason to stop them.
>Like the other times you try opening these doors.
>Locked.

>You can hardly be surprised at this point, locked doors and monsters are a hallmark of the hell on earth this place is.
>You desperately make your way down these halls.
>All the while, you feel yourself just..
>Feeling this crushing despair..
>This Amnesty girl, who's been here who knows how long, shes stuck here, and you've been fighting these creatures just like she has.
>She's about the same as Anon is, only there's a small light in her eyes.
>Its hard to think she's been here all this time unable to escape.
>It really makes you begin to question whether or not there will be a way to escape.
>You open the door.
>Its a white room with some kind of steam coming up through the floor.
>You hear the sounds of crying.
>You shine the lantern seeing people hung from the ceiling by their necks from a shackle.
>They're limbless, just hanging there.
>Cut up and torn, you get the awful feeling these people have been here for ages just like Amnesty.
>You quiver feeling this terrible feeling in the pit of your stomach.
>You walk over to a wood table with, messes of limbs and organs all over it.
>You find another key.
>You quietly exit the room.
>You feel tears run down your face..
>Why, why do these people need to suffer?
>It hurt to see them, to know they've gone through such immense pain..
>You turn the key in the door searching the room.
>Nothing.
>Room after room you search.
>You find the second key.
>You head back downstairs.
>You hear footsteps on the food flooring.
>Through the darkness, a tall humanoid creature with a burlap sack wanders toward you.
>He's carrying a wood-chopping axe.
>"I'll show you, how me and Anon take care of hunters like this guy."
>Anon fires along with you as if on que.
>You hose him down with water, Anon firing bullets into him.
>Bullets fall off of him like BBs.
>The water drenches him as it washes unclean blackness off of him, but doesn't seem to harm him at all.
"B-but how?!"
>"Torturers of the Damned cannot be killed."
"This guy is one of those? The last one we saw was in the basement though!"
>"It's probably looking for another lost soul wandering around."
"So he's just acting like a hunter?"
>The creature lumbers up the stairs.
>"Sort of, he's probably looking for someone, and once it finds them, it'll incapacitate them, and drag them wherever, where it will do terrible things to them for all eternity."
"B-but why.. Why is this place so cruel.. Why.."
>"I don't think now is the time to worry about that."
"I can't! Its not fair for these people to suffer!"
>"People do terrible things, this is their punishment, our punishment. I suppose we'll all have our day when the torturer will come for us, and we'll be savagely mutilated forever."

>The thought makes you sick..
>Anon taps you on the shoulder.
"Anon?"
>"Have you, ever just thought, about consuming someones flesh?"
>His eyes are empty, and they're turning yellow.
>You shove him away.
"W-what the hell Anon, of course I haven't!"
>"Thats weird, I've just been hearing these little voices in my head the whole time. I just wanna wait in the dark for someone to come by, and then I want to jump on them, bite into their shoulder, and then their neck, and rip out their-"
>You charge at him and slam him into a wall pounding on him with your hooves.
"No, no dammit! Stop it! Stop saying these things!! I can't take it! I just can't take it!"
>"Shh! You'll draw the dark ones-"
"How did this happen? Why is this happening?!"
>You sob into him.
>Your chest hurts so badly..
>All you want to do is just get the medicine and leave this awful place..
>But at the same time, you want to find a way to save all these people here..
>You can still hear their tortured screams echoing, never ending, never ending..

>You try to compose yourself as you steadily move the key into the door for the basement.
>It creaks open, and the stairway downward is revealed.
>You cautiously move down the stairs.
>The room seems, fairly normal.
>You see over on a little table, there is a bottle, and another key.
>There weren't any other keys in the basements, what is this one for?
>You hear dripping noises.
>Something hits your face like a drop of rain.
>You wipe it, it's blood?
>You look up.
>A grate with all sorts of organs is above you.
>The grate opens up and you're buried under a mass of human innards.
>You scream as you're swimming in this stuff.
>Soaked in blood it's just gross feeling.
>Your lantern is gone and put out in all the blood, lost in this sea of innards.
>You float the bottle and key from the table quickly walking back up the steps.
>You run out with Anon and Amnesty you're all covered in blood and guts as you run leaving the house.
>You try to brush yourselves off.
>The disgusting smell, it's all over you.
>Everything is coated in blood.
>You begin to tear up again.
>This little bottle.
>You hope whatever is in it will bring back Anon, you can't take another moment of this hell without him.
>You sit him down and open his mouth making him inject the liquid.
>A few minutes go by as you sit outside the house.
>The yellow from his eyes is fading, and the light from his natural eyes seems to be returning.
>It's a few more minutes before he seems to be back to his old self.

"Anon, Anon!"
>You hug him.
>"W-where, is this? Why is everything so dark and.. Why are you, why are we, covered in blood?"
>You take the time to explain everything that happened since he was brainwashed.
>He seems to believe it.

[spoiler]You now assume the role of Anonymous[/spoiler]
>All this stuff shes telling you, you can remember pieces of it, like it was a dream, or perhaps more appropriately a nightmare.
>But everything seems to add up.
>Shes hugging you so hard with tears in her eyes.
>You can only imagine she's had a hell of a time.

What will you do?