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The steel door opens once again, the same creaking sound of it echoed as Stan and Ford entered the boxed in room for the second time. The agent from before had patiently waited for the two to return, the fifth tape already placed near the television set, "Welcome back. Please, take a seat." the agent gestures towards the same cold, metal chairs the Stan twins sat in before.

The two Stans gave a nervous glance at one another before approaching their usual seat. Once sitting in their seat —which they did cautiously and slowly— the agent began to speak again, "Now I must warn you. This tape hasn't been viewed even once before. Non of the agent here have watched it since we had figured after viewing the first four the last one would show who the real culprit was possibly." he spoke, "As soon as the finish this tape, I will send my men out into the woods to search for the children, including your niece and nephew."

"Understood." Ford spoke, while Stan only gave a firm nod and not even sparing a glance over towards the agent.

"Very well. I'll begin the tape."

As the agent started to prepare the video, Ford glances over to Stan. He had one of his arms rested on the table, while his other arm only had his elbow rested on the surface, his chin placed into the palm of his hand and looking off towards the bared window. Ford places one of his hands gently onto Stan's shoulder, causing the said person to flinch and sharply turn his head in the direction of where Ford sat. Ford gave his twin brother a sad smile, trying to reassure him without using words, as if this wasn't the first time they've used their unspoken language to one another.

Stan let's out a sigh, using the hand that was resting on the table to place on top of Ford's —that was still resting on his shoulder— giving it a couple of pats.

"Now, shall we watch?" the agent spoke.

////

The camera was shaking violently, and the sound of heavy breathing could be heard from behind the camera. There wasn't much time to try and think who was holding the camera as the said object was spun around to face the familiar [Hair color].

[NAME]: "U-Update... March 7th... p-probably around... 2am."

[Name] seemed to be out of breath, and she was covered in dirt, sweat— even some blood.

[NAME]: "T-The six of us h-have come across... s-something in the time we h-had left the party. S-Someone— no, something has been leaving out here; F-For months! Maybe even years! I-I woke up in some... a-abandoned shack... far out into the woods."

The camera seems to shake from [Name]'s hard trembling. [Name] began to spin around the camera once again before showing her surroundings. It seemed to look like the same exact place Pacifica had found back in Tape 4, only [Name] was sitting on the ground near all of the body bags Pacifica found. She was even halfway in one of those said body bags herself. [Name]'s loud but slow breathing could be heard from behind the camera as she skimmed the room, recording every little ounce of it she could most likely.

[NAME]: "I-I don't know what this place is... a-and I really don't want to know w-what's in the other body bags..."

The camera pans down to the body bag [Name] was in. She lets out a whimper while quickly squirming out of the bag, kicking it away in the process. The camera still shakes as [Name] pans over towards the body bag next to her.

[NAME]: "H-Hey... wait a second."

[Name]'s hand comes into view as she begins to reach out towards the top of the body bag. Her fingers lightly touch the chestnut brown hair poking out from the opening part of the bag. She let's out a small gasp as she places down the camera, panning it over towards herself. She furiously begins to open up the bag, dragging down the zipper harshly to reveal who was inside. She lets out a choked sob, one of her hands raising up to cover her mouth.

[NAME]: "D-Dipper..?"

Her voice was barely above a whisper. Her hand grazes down the side of his pale cheek, then skimming her hands over to the side of his neck, most likely to feel for a pulse.

[NAME]: "P-Please don't be dead... please."

There's a few brief moments of silence, the amount of tension in the air so clear that not even a knife could cut through it. But finally, [Name] is seen to let out a sigh of relief, collapsing her body over the chestnut brown haired boy. The camera picks up her quick sobs.

[NAME]: "Oh thank god... t-thank god."

Once again, there was a good minute of silence, [Name] still resting onto Dipper's body, her hands gripping at the body bag tightly as quiet sobs echoed throughout the closed room. But suddenly, the sound of pounding footsteps could be heard from outside of the room. [Name]'s head snaps up, while her hand reached over to the camera to pick it up. She pans the camera over towards the door, where the footsteps continued. The footsteps seemed to make a abrupt stop on the other side of the door for a split second, before the doorknob twisted and the door was yanked open.

[NAME]: "B-Bill?"

[Name] quickly stands up —slightly wobbling in the process due to how weak she probably was— and tries to walk over to Bill. The golden locked boy quickly comes to her aid, catching her right before she could collapse onto the wooden floor board.

BILL: "Hey? Are you alright? Are you in any pain?"

[NAME]: "I-I'm okay, really. B-But I think I just found where everyone h-had went..."

[Name] pushes herself off of Bill and faces the room full of body bags again.

[NAME]: "W-We need to get everyone out of here. O-Our friends and the other people that were kidnapped. T-They're literally all here... a-alive I hope."

[Name] begins to walk over towards Dipper's body, before kneeling down. She places one of her hands on his shoulder, lightly shaking him.

[NAME]: "D-Dipper... wake up. P-Please, you have to wake up and help us get ourselves and everyone out of here."

[Name] shakes him a little bit more, by then suddenly stops. She pans the camera back around over to Bill, who still stood at the doorway. The camera was finally able to get a good glimpse of him. For some reason, he seemed to be in better shape than [Name]; Perfectly clean with no blood or dirt on him. His clothing wasn't ripped at all and he had looked like as he did earlier in the day.

[NAME]: "B-Bill... come on. Help me."

Bill remained unphased at the doorway, an emotionless look on his face. [Name] cautiously stood to her feet, still aiming the camera at Bill. It seemed like [Name] was catching on to something. The something being that there was something definitely off about Bill.

[NAME]: "Bill..?"

[Name] pauses.

[NAME]: "H-How come... your clothes aren't ruined? And how are you so clean?"

[Name] takes another pause.

[NAME]: "...And how were you able to find this place?"

There was suddenly a booming sound of disoriented laughter. [Name] pans the camera all around the room to found the source of the sound. When she finally comes to a stop back on the doorway where Bill still was, a near dark figure seemed to appear out of nowhere in front of her. [Name] lets out a scream as she tries to back away. She ends up falling to floor, seeming that she tripped over the body bag Dipper had been in.

???: Y̷͕̲̊̊̾ö̶͓́̄̇u̷̢̲̬͠'̵̡͉̐̇͋v̷̬̬̂ĕ̴̯͈̉ ̶͆̉̉͜ó̵̫̥̘̐n̵̨̞͙̄͗̈l̵̬͈̞͒̋ỵ̷̖̭̈̚ ̴̟͔͇̓j̷̼̯̈́ȗ̶͎̀s̴̡̯̣̄͘̕t̵̡̡́ ̵̭̱̊f̶̱̯̫͑̾̍i̸̧̝̤̽g̷̟̰͇̾͆̓u̶̩̟̿͛ṛ̵͝ȩ̷̔̒̈ḋ̷̛͉͖̿ ̵̦̫́͜i̶̱̰̲͠͝t̷̛̠͚̕ ̵͋͗ͅo̸̙͖͝ͅū̴̪̽ț̸̓͌,̵̹̇ͅ ̷͔͘[̶̛̀̑͜N̶̡͙̠̅a̶̢͛m̴̝̘͓̓ĕ̶͍͒͠]̷̱̊?̷̰͑̔̚

[Name] lets out a confused voice, the camera shaking violently in fear at the dark figure still in view of the camera.

[NAME]: "Wha... What?"

The figure lets out another hoarse laugh, which seemed to make both [Name] and Bill flinch.

???: "B̷̥̖̝͌̒͗i̸̬͕̭̋l̶̙͘ļ̵̠͚̀̔͝ ̶̦̫̰̅h̷͉̹́a̷͉̪̿s̸̲͙̞̀ ̶̙̖̀b̷͚̲̮́̊͌e̵̦̓̄̐ȅ̶͇̤̳̈n̶͇̘͂́ ̴̹̒͒̌e̶̗̕ͅͅv̴͔̒ḛ̶͊̊r̷̜̯̩̈́ ̶̡̱͚̌̄͝s̸̪̦͊͝o̵͚͊͒ ̶̠͈͒͊̚ͅk̷̨͍̾̋ì̷̡̯̹n̶͕̿d̸̠̒́̄ ̴̺͔̽͘t̶̲́o̸͓͝ ̷̓̄̑ͅh̸̺̱̒̏e̷̡͚̅̌̏ļ̸͚͊p̴̙̳̿ ̴̒͒̈́ͅm̸̨͍̘̂̇ẹ̵͆̒ ̶̞̱͑̇̕d̶͇̥̽̉͜o̴͔̔ ̴͍̪̀͌̈́á̷̘̅l̴̥̂̾̾l̷̹̳͆͐ ̴̛͜o̶̥̰̩̽̏f̵͙̊ ̵̛͖̣̐t̶̗̻̮̆h̸̦̹̽̿ĩ̷̟̒̔s̴̻̏.̷̢̡̣͆̾́ ̶̨̭̓Ȑ̷̡̛͔̙̕e̵̳̯͒̀̚ạ̴̿̑̚ḽ̴̪̬͐͑̈́l̶̛͈͖̓͜y̴̹̯̖͠,̵̘̜̉͝ ̶̩͇͒͛ͅŷ̶̟ŏ̴̭̘ụ̵͕͇͌̃̽ ̴͚͙͋͆s̵̡̨͌͝h̷̠̞̄́̔ơ̶̳̅̇u̶̪̻͖̾͌l̶͚̙̊̊̌d̸͔͘ ̵̦̮̾b̶̨̧͚̿͐̾ę̴̔͛͗ ̷̦͘t̶̝̼͆̽̈́h̶̩̱̝̊̾ă̵̧̺̦̐͠n̴̼̄͂k̵͍̞̼͊͌̌i̷̢͎͙̔n̵̖̮͚̿͋g̸͕͍̬̅̊͝ ̷͚̆̈́h̷̟̀͠ì̷̠̬͆m̷̮̘͍̊ ̴̨̟̇̒̆f̴̘̠̈́o̶̺͑̕r̸̘͚͖̾̑͌ ̵̪͆b̷̊̑ͅr̷̨̾͋͒í̷̟͂n̷̞̬͒̆͠g̶̟̖̘͒͂̋i̷̠̣̚ǹ̶͉̙͓̓g̶͕̜̔ ̷͓̠͂̉y̵͓͐͆̿o̵͈̘̮̐̑̆u̶̝̐ ̵͍̳̄̾͒ȧ̸̧̂ń̸̩̙̩̕͘d̸͖̭́̒͗ ̴̮̪̽̌ý̷̢̜̪̀ơ̷̭͖û̷̱̻͛r̷͇͍̅ ̵̻̺̽f̵͕͌͗͊r̵̟̲̳̈́ȉ̵͕͔̞͘e̵͕̊͘͝n̸̨͆͌̈́d̸͇̓s̸̨̢̪̒͊̋ ̴̘̺̍̽̚ş̵̡̯͂ţ̴̧̞́͂̈́r̵̰̣̀̊͑ă̶̩̞̦͝i̴͍̎g̸̪̰̱̓̽̒h̸̻̰̐ͅẗ̵̩͚́̊ ̴͇͙͍̕t̶̠̟͖͒̃̊o̴̭͕̙̊̈́̔ ̷̧̳͂ḿ̸̺͎̚ë̵͕͖́̄.̶̧̿"

[NAME]: "B-Bill? What is he talking about?"

Bill remains silent, before he finally speaks up.

BILL: "I'm sorry."

[Name] is heard from behind the camera taking in a sharp breath. She slowly rises to her feet once again. Bill had finally tried to make an effort to walk over towards [Name], but with each step he took [Name] took one away from him.

[NAME]: "Y-You... H-How could you?!"

Her voice came out more confident than before.

[NAME]: "H-How could you sell out your friends like this?! Or all of these innocent lives?!"

BILL: "[Name]—"

[NAME]: "No—! Stay away from me! I don't want you anywhere near me, you traitor!"

BILL: "I didn't have a choice, [Name]—!"

[NAME]: "That's bullshit—!"

BILL: "—IF I DIDNT HELP HIM HE SAID HE WOULD HAVE HURT MY FAMILY!!"

There silence from the two, heavy breath from both of them. An intense expression comes across Bill's face, staring directly at [Name]. The dark figure was watching the fight break out, circling the two.

BILL: "He... H-He told that I had to help him order to keep my family alive."

Bill pauses.

BILL: "You already know how my parents were already taken away from this world... a-and how I promised myself I'd take care of my little sister. I promised to keep her safe. I can't let anything happen to her or hurt her. I've already lost most of my family... I can't lose all that I have left of it."

[NAME]: "I know you have a really close relationship with your sister, but you should have at least told us what the fuck was actually going on with you lately. Is this why you'd bail on some of the time we ask to hangout with you? Or when you decline our calls and basically ghost all of us? Or even how you take your anger out on us?"

Bill stays silent. [Name] lets out a pity laugh, her voice cracking slightly in the process.

[NAME]: "I should have known. Ever since last summer you've been acting differently and I started to become suspicious of you... and this was why. You were kidnapping people."

BILL: "I wasn't apart of the kidnapping! I only helped him by giving him information about the people he wanted to kidnap!"

[NAME]: "HOW IS THAT ANY BETTER?!"

BILL: "IT'S NOT!! But I never wanted to be apart of this! I had no fucking choice, [Name]!"

[NAME]: "No... you did have a choice. You just chose the worst possible thing to do."

It was clear that Bill was beginning to break down. He started to tremble in place, silent tears rolling down his face. A crazed look was plastered in his eyes.

BILL: "You... Y-You don't understand..."

[NAME]: "No, I do understand. A-And I never want to see you ever again."

???: "Š̷͍̠͓́e̷̪̜̠͛e̶̛̖̼̥̋,̶̲͊̈́̊ ̴̡͇̳̃͛t̴̢̙͐͋ͅh̶̡̭͛ȉ̵̛͚̪̫s̸̭̗̥̒̄͝ ̷̞͓̫͝ǐ̴̧̟s̸͎̣͉̈̍ ̶̪͎̌ẃ̵͕͘h̷̳̄̕a̸̛̦͎t̴͎̗̐ ̴̤̬͇͒̀Ì̷̅͜͜ ̶̩̺̃j̴͕̅u̷̦̅̇s̵̻̻̾͐͝t̸̟̩̤͒̈͝ ̴̞̜͉̾͘l̸̺͔͆ȍ̶͓͇́v̴͎̈́̄̾e̸̳̮̗̾̂̕.̷̣̩̖̉ ̴͎̑̇͘Ĉ̴̗̤̹͝l̵̛̲ỡ̷̡̭̞͝s̶̪̆̑è̵̯͓͔̆ ̶̦̎̀f̶̬̙͗̓̎ŗ̶̞̩̐̎̓î̸̫̍̐ẹ̶̮͎͂͐̈́ņ̶̛̒d̸͕̣̃s̶͈͖̈̃̚ ̸̺̞̓͆ͅţ̴̂̂ú̶̟͎̳̉r̴̝̞͎͗̑͒n̵̨̯͆̉i̴̭͕̇͐n̵̗̋́̄g̵͔̺̈́̂ ̶̢̍̅͜o̵̠̥͖͗n̸̜̳̅ ̸̨̍͘ḙ̵̇̓̋ȁ̶͙̫͐ć̷̳̘̏̉h̴̡͉̑͋ ̴̤̊̈́ó̵̡̮̗̈t̷̪̠̔̋h̴̦͌ẻ̴̦̯̪̿͘r̵͍̠͆̊ͅ.̶̨̹̜̋͌ ̶̒͜Į̵̈́ẗ̶̗̝͕́̃̚'̴̛̼̩̒̈s̷̟͔͗͌ ̴̪͊̀́r̴̟̓̂̏e̶̡͎͗̏a̴̢̔̉͆ĺ̵̪̆͜l̴̰̿̑͗y̶̡̡͛͌ ̷̞̈́à̷̖͇n̶͕̲͕̍̏̏ ̸̤͎͙̏̈́a̴̭̼͑ḋ̴͓̫͛͝d̴̹̲͝͝i̷̬͒͝c̴̙̖͗́t̴̢̝̗͌̎͆i̴̠̫̅̿̅v̷̡̳͌̂͘e̸̹̐ ̶̟̫̋ś̷̮̱ḛ̶̼͇̈́̀͑n̸̥͖̎ś̸͚̀̚â̸͎͝t̴̝͜͝i̵̲͐̒ͅỏ̶̝n̵̯̅ ̴̼̙̤̆̾̈ẉ̷͔̔̃̑h̸̛̛͚̦ė̸̩̺̾̀n̴͍̯͌ ̷̻̪̊̓͋s̸̯̈́ē̸̝̩͠ě̷̖i̶͍̐͂n̶̰̪̟̔͊͗g̷̲̍ ̶̡̤͕̿̅͠ṯ̴͒ͅh̴̝̞̔̕e̶̢̮͋̉ ̴̨̛͔j̸̼͓̍̏ő̸̢̼̜͐̈́ÿ̴͇̹̮͝ ̴̛͚̥͑a̴̧̘̝̽n̴̦̚d̷̺̗̭͒̉ ̵͇̥̎͛t̴̹̲̼͝r̵̖̱̦̈̊́ŭ̶̮̞s̸̨̽t̴̹̍̏̾ ̷̧̞̏̆i̶͓͛̾ṉ̸̮̓͌̿ͅ ̷̨͕͈̅͂̈́ṯ̷̻̀̋ẖ̵͉͋́é̸̻ ̶̡̭́v̶̱̊į̵̋̏̃ͅc̷̢͔̀͜t̴̬͖̩̓͘i̵͙̠̞̋̓m̵̫͍͗̉̈́s̸̺̜̩̆̀͋ ̴͙̞̩̓̅e̷͎̓̓͜ẏ̸̩̜̃e̵̝̐̌̾s̶͉̍̔̚ ̵̯̬͊ẉ̸̢̭͊̓͐h̸͉̊e̷̱͊̌ǹ̶̹̂ ̷̟̪̂͐ľ̴̳́ǫ̴͊͘o̵͚̤͑k̷͇̔i̷̼̝͋͝n̵̟̉̏g̴͙͓̾͘ ̶͔̟̯̂̀͂à̷̼͙ṱ̷͍̚ ̵̢̯̱̿͆͝t̷͚́͋̕h̵̭̓é̷̬͔ ̶̥̫͂̆p̶̗̍́̚e̶̩̒͒̚r̷̥͉̓̕s̸͚̮͗o̴̫̓̈́̽n̵̛̞͛͑ ̶̗̜̘̔ṱ̸̄͒h̶̡̹͌̅e̷͚͒̈́͝y̸̬̒ ̸̥̺̬̈́ò̶̢̗̖n̵͔̂͒c̵̳̲̎ê̵̦̬ ̸̠͇͂t̵̰͓́r̸̪̟̅͗u̶̥̇̉s̶̪̉̔͌ť̸̜͊ė̵̮̤͘̕ͅd̶̡̤̗̃̾͌.̴̯̍̄͗.̵̤̎̚.̷̨́ ̵̝͌͐s̶̡͙̞̉͗͝ḷ̵̤͚́̈ő̸͎̤̹̎w̴͖̰͚͛͊͝ĺ̸͕̹̩̔̅ý̴̧̻͔̾̐ ̵̢͓̯̽͐̿d̵͙͙̯̈̈̕r̸̤̩̐a̸̖̙̻͋̐ỉ̵̯̩͈́̄n̸̹̗̾́̄i̸̘̿̈́̋n̵̜̯̭̓ğ̵͙̃̚͜ ̶̙̆f̴̹̑ȑ̸̖͙̊͝ó̶̹̞̈́͝m̷̢̓̓̑ ̷̢̮͠ẗ̸̳̗̋h̵̖̏̅ẻ̷͎͔̣̅͌ ̶̖̀̈́̚v̴͕͊͛ï̷̦̱c̶̯̭͋̚̕t̸̳̹̱͒̇ȉ̶̢̤͜͝m̴̳̔̃s̵̗̓͠͝ ̵͍̙̔͗v̵̹̕̕i̷̫̖̓̍̓ş̸̮͎̈́̏̐ḯ̴̥ó̶̮͕̻͒͐n̸͕͇̿ ̴̭̤̓ó̸͍̩̃̉f̴̬̄̏͌͜ ̸̭͐̀͘t̶͔͒̀̇ḣ̴̳̼̀ȅ̷̘̏ī̷̢̩r̶̡͑ ̴͉̯̐͜s̶̱̈̓u̵͓̯͇̍͊p̷͉̰̽̐̚p̵̰͖̈̋ò̴̡̲̘̐͠s̶̘͗̂̎ë̵̟́̃̌͜d̶̘̅̀̈́ͅ ̵̨̖̈́̀f̸̧̛͉̔̈́r̴͙̗̀̎̍ͅi̸̡̛e̵̳͊̑ṅ̶̼͎̳d̶̢̘̉͑̚ ̷̗͉̂ͅt̸̝̖͝o̶̮̍ ̷̭͗͝͠a̶̺͎̭͌̉̈́ ̷͇̞͛͌d̶͍̗̲̐͗̏ű̶̥l̷̢̹̞̋̔̕l̶̪͋ ̸̱͈̭͛͝a̷̟͋ǹ̷̨̜̠̏̓d̸̛̦̹̟̋̿ ̴̮͍̊̃͝ď̸̹a̸̝̋̍͝r̷̠͈̈k̴̿͜͝ ̵̰̿g̴͎̮̭̾̚ĺ̴̹͍̙a̸̡͍̋̽̀r̵̛͎͍̿̾e̵̹̫͠.̸̱̫̬̿͑͌"

[Name] pans the camera over to the dark figure.

[NAME]: "You're a sick bastard."

???: "Y̴͖͉͊̓̃ě̵̜̺̾͋s̵͇̯͖͛̋̍,̴̪͑͒ ̶̧̤̍̓̚I̴̱͒̅͊'̴̘̄̀̚v̵͎̻̌ḙ̴̖̕ ̸̱̔̏̚b̴̧̯̰̀é̵̗̣͂͒͜ė̶̮̺̓n̴̦̝͍̂͘ ̵̡̗̄̾͝ċ̵̞͇̏͛a̵͉̭̒l̶͍͔̃̐l̷̡̞̄̒͑e̶̖̭͘͝d̸͓̼̼̓̚ ̸̺͂̎t̶͈̜̯̅̀h̴͚͕̫͆ǐ̴̧̦̱ṉ̷̘̄̉͆g̴̼̜͔͂̏s̶͙͌͂ ̶͔́s̸̰̥̦͆͑̓ȋ̶̛̱̫̚ḿ̶̮̬͝͠ỉ̷̛̫͠l̴͉̙̘̇a̴̦͑r̵̰̫̽̕͠ ̸̞͍͍͑̏t̵̗̼͋́ȍ̸̖͔̂ ̴̧̫̏t̶͚̓̍͠h̸̻̓a̶̫̍ẗ̴͍́̑͌.̷̨̣̭̀͝ ̴͚̆͑B̴̫̈́͋̐u̸͍͗̀̈́t̵̬͠ ̸̥̂p̴̩̦̀e̴̢̮͎͐r̵͍͚̿s̷͖̜̋̅̓o̶͍̓͂͝n̶͓̽a̶̩̠͗̏̒l̷̨̺̅̄͒l̵͚͌͛̽y̵̨̭̤̑̇̇,̷̮̯̂͒͐ ̶̘͍̐Ḯ̵̢͙̈́͋'̷̘̫̘̾́͒d̵̺̥̊̍̊͜ ̴̱̈l̶͕͉̋̊í̶̥̳̈́ͅk̴̛̫̪̳̂͐e̵̤͖̺̋̈́͆ ̸̳͈̌̾t̷̨͚̲͠o̵͎̯̤͌͝ ̸͍̇̾̈c̸̥̉a̸͈̯̎̉̃ḷ̶̗͚̆̍ḷ̶̂͐ ̶͕͉̑̔͜m̸̠̯̀̄̌y̵̤̓́̉s̸̺̱͋̽ȩ̸̪̈́ļ̵̧͋͛͝f̶̧̞̐͋̾ ̶͎̜͐͑c̴͍͕̄͂̏h̴͇͗̊̇͜ȃ̷͈o̴̭̝̜̐̍̈t̶̬͂i̶̺̹͔̇̑c̸͇͉͝.̷̬̑.̷̯͓̄͝͝.̸̥̄͘͠ ̴̫͎̣̋o̵̱̊͝r̷͔̙͌ ̶̨̤̎̕ẻ̷͜v̸̘̥͔̾e̵̖͖͊n̷̨̿̊̂͜ ̶͎͘p̸̨͕͒͊̕r̶̡̟̕e̷̙̰̖͂̋͝p̷̰͎̣̔͑ŏ̷̜͇̦̕s̴̱̉̿̀t̸̺͍̹̏͌̿è̷͓̲̘̒r̷̨͕̘̍̓̈́ò̶̪͉ú̸̖͓s̶̖̮̫̉.̶̘̣͈̄̅̇"

[NAME]: "Why... W-Why are you doing all of this? What's the purpose of even kidnapping these people anyways?!"

???: Ţ̷̮͕́̎̋́ḩ̸̞̫̦͈̋͌̊͌̏͝a̸̪̖̍̈͗̐̾t̵̡͉̮̹̎́̍'̸̩̥̙͍̀̏̐ŝ̴̺̬̥̝͒̐̒́̚ ̷̫̬̗̀̚c̶̡̭̦͔̮͑̾̈́l̸̼͉̻̜͔̭̍́̀ǎ̷̤̻̲̤̀̑̂s̷̺̽̈́̀ş̶̱̼͓̞̀̎̇̈́̚i̴͉̫͒f̴̩̲̤͚͖̕ǐ̶̢̩͍̺̤̈́̚̕͝e̶͕̲͑̑̏̍͝ď̵͔̼͑̊͠ ̷̧͓̝̱͓̖́̄͂̚i̸̢̛̳͙̒̈́̈́͘͠n̶̢͒f̶̨̥́̇̃̓͆͒o̷̢͌̏̾̈́̿͋r̸͉̖̝͋m̸͇̱͙̥̑̆ͅä̷̧̘͔̽́̔̋͜t̶͓̊̀̉͘i̸̡͕̘͓̤̐̆̒̓̒̏ò̴̦̃̅͆́n̵̠͈̅͂.̶̱̗̖̇̓̄̇̍͠"

[NAME]: "What could be anymore classified? Are you going to kill these people? Is some sort of... horrible experiment or something?!"

???: L̸̯̿i̸͎̞̪͗͒̑k̷̪͚͌̈́e̵̪̫͂̿͝ ̴͕͌̈́Į̷̍̇ ̷͔̍̈́h̴͎̏a̵͍̠̽̾͆d̷̗͕̈̐ ̸̻͊́̑ͅj̷̢̣̄u̶̻̐̔́s̷̙̲̦̄̒̏t̷͔͚̑͐̀ ̶̣͑̆̔ś̵̼a̶̲̾͗į̵͖̖͒d̶̛̞̼͆,̷̰̦́͛̕͜ ̴̠̦͎̔̏̇w̴̹̭͂̑h̸͙̎̀ͅa̵̺̽ẗ̵̳̭́̌͆ ̵͙̒Î̴͓̆'̴͚̜́m̷̢̡̪̑̋͆ ̶͚̈́ͅd̴̳͒́͌ō̴̱̪̅í̸͉̦͜ņ̵̺̊g̸̦̞̓ ̸̛̯̲̈i̷̮̎̾͜s̴̢͍̱̋ ̷̧͛ă̶̢̙ĺ̵̨̞̫̍l̵͇͊̃̇ ̴̥̤̘̐̌͛c̶̗̺̃̂ḷ̵͉̣̇a̸̧̮͆̾͜s̷͓̭̅s̵͕͉̙̋í̶͉̆f̸͚̹̈i̵̭̽̂͋e̸͍̅̀d̶̞͓̥̑͒̄ ̶͈̟̟͆̓͗ī̴͕̆n̴͇̿͂f̸͙͖̐̚ó̷̗̠̈͝r̷̨̮͊̔͊m̷̯̗̰͂̕a̷̦̅ẗ̴̻͕̥́ḯ̸̈͛ͅȍ̶̻n̵̯̍.̶̧͛̌ ̶̬̱̜̀͒̚R̶͍̝̓̈́ī̷͎͍̾̿g̴͔͈̋̚̕ḫ̴͖͙̐̑t̶̜͕̿ ̸̲̔̕n̸̤̣͊͠o̶͓̼̫̔̏w̶̢̨̩͒ ̷̳̜̼̆̇̋y̷̜̫̑o̵̦̥͂̒͂ü̶̢̺̪̈́͂ ̴͍̳̿ͅb̴̮̤̎̽̏ệ̷̾́i̸̲̳̞͛͋͆n̴̡͈͕̈́͠g̵̥̼̗͝ ̶̼̄̓ă̶͈w̶̮̽̉͝a̴̛͎k̷̺͍͐̌̓ͅe̵͈͔͒̑͝ ̸̯̼̥̑a̴̞̔̒̀ṅ̵̹̫̫͝d̵̟͍̀ ̴̫̒͐͊ṱ̷̑̍̌a̷̡̬̼̎͑l̸͓͕̹͂̊ḱ̴̛͕̳͖i̴̳̊̉̕n̸̬̾̐g̶̱͕͑͑͑͜ ̸͚͔̺́̇t̴̺̥̂̚o̶͍͆ ̸̜̥͐͒͜m̸̳͙̖̀ḛ̸͆ ̴̢͔̬͂i̴̧̩̐̚s̶̭̤͔̃̑̑ ̷͇͈̲̅͐a̴̒͌͜͝ ̷͎̆̿ͅͅh̷̨͖̺̽ű̷͖͈̅̃g̴̥͒ȅ̷̙̞ ̶̹̚͝t̵̝̀͒͘h̶͉̙̬̅ŕ̵̭̜̠̓e̸̢̊ầ̸͍͙͌ț̴͙̃̈́ ̵͖̲̈͐͘é̶̝̯̹͗̈́n̵͇̈́͘ó̷̯͓̫̾͒ù̶͓̺g̴̛̮̝̣͑h̷̎̍ͅ.̷̦̦̬̐̈́͝ ̶̹̼́̍̐I̷̢̺͗ ̵̥̝͘m̸̜͛̎̚ḭ̷͉̗̓g̸͇̃ḫ̶̨̨́͐̓ţ̴̮̬̆̐̄ ̶͈̣͖̔͑e̸̢̻̩͐̐v̶̦̈́̊̇e̶̼̼̺̋͝n̶̝͕̩̈́ ̴̤̗͐͜͝h̸̳̊̈͐a̸̲͗͝v̵̮̹̰͆ē̶̳̻͑ ̶̳͖̊͐ť̴̼̫̩̈́͝o̸̟͐̐̈́ ̵̡̗̒̋̇k̵͙̘̥̐ị̴̺̹̍l̴͍̈́̚̚l̵̨̛̞̈́̚ ̷͎̜̿̀̚y̷͎̿ö̶̦̯̭́ŭ̴͕̰ ̸͚̳͒̔i̶̬͙͛̀͜n̸̫̟̾̀ ̵͙͔͒̆́ő̶̞̭̀̈́ŕ̴͉͔̽ď̵̫͓͐e̸̗̖͊̊r̵͙̆̄̒ ̸̢̻͛̓́ͅf̵͍̈̆͜o̷̠͗r̶͖̘͋͊̑ ̴͍͔̊̃y̴͍̻̠̿͌͝ö̷̹̪͚̋u̵͖͈̩͑ ̵̟̼̇̆̈́t̴͎͓̔̆̏ȍ̷͖̘ ̷̙̒̄̂n̶͉̎͆̈́ö̴̥̦͙͐t̷̡̥̆̀ ̵̛͓̫͛̊t̶̝̺͗e̴̻̳͆͒l̴̫̃̕l̵̮̜͎̐ ̶͚̐a̴̖̽͋n̶̤͈͝y̶̼̣̅̎̽ͅo̴͈͗̊n̷͈͖̪̈́ë̴̱́̄͜ ̵͈̊̀́a̷̲̽b̶̧̩̘̉ȯ̸̺̈̌u̷̱̼͋̍̕ͅt̵̲͠ͅ ̷̧̳͐ṫ̸̩̘̹̈́͝h̷̲̯̜͂ȉ̵̼͠s̷̠̳͆̃ ̶̧͕̝̓̅͐p̷̦͘l̶͍̜̈́a̶̺͊c̸̲̻̉͝é̷͕̃̈.̸͉̪͈̈́"

The dark figure's voice in the last sentence had deepened in an increasing amount. A shocked and panicked look came across Bill's face as he turns his attention over to the dark figure.

BILL: "Wait! You made a deal with me that you wouldn't kill [Name]! I still didn't want to get my friends involved but out of everyone else you promised you wouldn't hurt or touch [Name]!!"

???: Ẅ̶̛̜́ẹ̵̀̑l̶͇̼̼̎̑l̵̰̠̿́,̵̻͐̅͋ ̵̳͆͝à̷͕͓̙ṧ̸̫͚ ̸̙̒̆ẗ̸̙̲̋h̵̥̭͌͆e̶͕̓ ̸̜̯͚͘͘s̷̢̹̰̊a̶̲͑y̴̪̮̕í̴̦̫ṉ̸̹̾g̸͉̦̀ ̸̭͔͐̈́́g̵͙͌̆͗o̸̬͌ë̴̳̬͚́̉̊s̵̘̰͋-̸̛͚̏̔"

The dark figure approaches Bill, getting right up into his face.

???: "-̸̨̯̐͜n̸͉̆e̸̲̱̦̍v̴̭̰̜̑é̴̬r̴̤̘̕ ̵͇̼͛m̶̰̾̃a̴̲̦̣͗k̵̨̘͊͝ẽ̸͖͇͒̂ ̴̙̲̒̀a̶̮͚͖̍̎͘ ̸̨̝̰̇̕ḋ̶̖̠̈͠e̵̡̓͜a̴̪̱̓l̶̝̬̬̓̚ ̵̯̰͉͐͘ẅ̵̟́͒͑ï̴̡͖̜̔͒ť̷̝̫̘̉̿ḧ̴̥̯͍̄̕ ̴̭̦̙̒͑͐a̸̱̟͓̓ ̶̢̜̈́͆̌ͅd̶̘͈̹̉̈́e̶̬͚͇͗͊m̵͇͚͈̏̎ó̸͚ṅ̴͍̗͖̉.̴̤̫͌"

The dark figure turns towards the direction of the camera, heading quickly straight towards [Name].

BILL: "Yeah—"

In practically a flash, Bill appeared in front of [Name], facing the dark figure. There seemed to be a glint of red glowing in his eyes in the split second the camera was able to see his face.

BILL: "—I should know."

In one swift moment, Bill pulls out a knife and stabs the dark figure in his shoulder. He let's out a horrible screeching noise and quickly backs up into the wall, slowly sliding down it to the wooden floor. Bill turns around, and he seemed to look completely different from before now. His golden locks of hair seemed to float slightly on its own, the usual golden flecks of eyes now letting off a glowing red. His clothing now had been splattered from stabbing the dark figure. He looked like the pure definition of a nightmare.

BILL: "[Name], you need to get Dipper, Mabel, Pacifica, Gideon and yourself out of here right now. I'll hold him off for as long as I can... but I probably won't make it out alive. As soon as you reach the public eye go straight to the police and tell them about this place so they can rescue the other hostages. Do you understand?"

[NAME]: "I-I can't just leave you here—!"

BILL: "Please... I completely deserve to have this faith. I broke yours and everyone else's trust. I wouldn't be able to leave with myself if you all hated me for the rest of my life."

[NAME]: "Y-You didn't break there trust! Only mine! B-But I can just forget about it and let it go! I... I don't want you to die."

Within a swift moment, Bill pulls [Name] into a hug. The camera is pressed between both their bodies, making their voices muffled.

BILL: "Take care of my