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INT. LIVING ROOM, THE HOUSE - ???

We cut to a cast of characters in the lounge. They seem to be in the midst of playing a game of Charades. The raccoon, rabbit, swan and otter seem to be on the sofa while the gulo seems to be standing; mimicking a thing of some sort.

Foggy/Will seems to be sitting on the warm carpet pavement; his focus on the things he had purtained from the cabinet—trying to make sense of it all.

The rabbit turns to glance at the sheep. She smiles.

BLACKBELL

C'mon, Foggy! Join us! You're missing out!

Foggy plainly looks up at Blackbell from his work, and lightly smiles.

FOGGY/WILL

I don't really want to play games right now. I'm...

Foggy/Will shakes their head, and continues fixating on his stuff. Blackbell frowns.

FOGGY/WILL

...nevermind.

As the game continues on, noises of laughter upon imitation rushes through the room.

The sound becomes muffled as Foggy gazes at the picture in the center of his eye. As he filps the page—we can catch a glimpse of a strand of messy handwriting²⁴ a short period of time before the darkness shrouds the room.

A flashlight powers on; the illumination casting a veil on the first thing we see; Ferrie. His papier-måché fur is slightly more tattered than when we last saw it; claw marks riddling the sides of his torso, and missing chips in their midst.

OTTO

Ferrie! There you are! We were wondering where you were!

Ferrie huffs.

FERRIE

Something²⁵’s tried to attack me, and turned off all the lights.

^{24. Interestingly enough, the note that Foggy is in fact, somehow, the same exact note that I have, which, upon treading it, depicts a strand of letter, number, and symbol combination. I've foraged the Net for this type of code name, and to my surprise, it came up with Base64. Now if you decipher the message written on this note you'll read the following text:}

THE SECRET TO THE HOUSE LIES IN THE DEPTHS OF THE DARKNESS.

HEREBY, YOU'LL SEEK SACRILEGE OF THE SCALES AND EARN THE MISCHIEF OF THE FISH

WHO WILL EARN YOU THE HEART OF THE MAZE THAT LIES WITHIN

AN EXIT IS ETERNAL BLISS

^{25. Despite Ferrie telling us that he's been "attacked", we never truly see any proof of the assault; no scene or any sort of flashback to solidify the evidence. This serves as a example that maybe Ferrie is a lying scumbag who makes up things for his self-centered commitment. But, then again, I could also be reading too much into this and I'm just... pointing digits at people. You can't trust Warren's unreliable narration anyways.}

Ferrie points, with his flashlight, to the group—specifically Otto, Wayfinder, Snieg and Blackbell—on the couch; slightly to the right.

FERRIE (CONT'D)

You four stay with me and keep watch. Make sure nothing leaves your sight.

FERRIE

You, Tapey-

Ferrie shines a light upon the raccoon before swiveling it onto the sheep, who seems to wince upon the light.

FERRIE

You will accompany Foggy to the breaker room. In the box next to the cable board, there are a few fuses. Whatever you do, do not let it get to you.

Although there is a lack of light in the room, we can briefly perceive the raccoon nod along to his statement and wanders forth; approaching Foggy in the light.

TAPEY

Will do.

FERRIE

Take this flashlight too.

As Ferrie places the flashlight in the center of Tapey's palm, he then nudges the two to go on their way. Both the raccoon and the sheep take their escort out out the room. Ferrie turns to the rest of them.

FERRIE

You've got a spare?

Four flashlights make their appearance with a click. Holy hell, where did they come from??

INT. BASEMENT, THE HOUSE - ???

As the clank of the knob emits through the air, the door creaks open with a haunting groan; revealing a oblique stairs descending down into shallow darkness. As the amalgam moves aside for the raccoon to amble cautiously down the stairs, one step at a time, the amalgam follows behind it; frantically grasping ahold of Tapey's paw.

As the two walk, their footfalls seem to be louder then any other sound in the room. The flashlight darts from side to side as Tapey observe their dimmed surroundings; trying to reach the breaker room.

As Foggy/Will does the same thing as Tapey does, he catches a glimpse of a figure in the corner of his eye. He squints his eyes. It looks like Illusory.

FOGGY/WILL

Hey, Illusory! Illusory!

Tapey opens its mouth to question him, but upon following his gaze, he blinks as the figure's ears twitch. As it turns; its form stretches and shifts into something monstrous yet familiar.

ILLUSORY(?)

Barnes?

As the figure approaches the two, the raccoon backs away; unclenching and clenching its paw. Its eyes are of pure terror.

TAPEY

That’s not Illusory.

FOGGY/WILL

...What do you mean—

Foggy's words trail off as he glosses over the figure, Illusory's appearence again. For a moment, Foggy notices that it's taller—unnaturally lanky—as it stands before him; catching a glimpse of a melancholic grin in the dimness of light. A sort of unsettling consternation (pins and needles) drops in his stomach as he, the sheep, percieves the white pinpockets of eyes staring into him as if he were a ghost cast before him.

ILLUSORY(?)

You look different. But that doesn't matter. You, Splinters, are here. Come with me. Come home with me.

Something in Illusory's eyes begins to make Foggy's head split into a throbbing headache; threatening to rip his body in two. A skittering itch begins to crawl over his mind as though there were bugs devouring his rotting corpse. His soothing voice, his eyes, almost hypnotizes him to—

ILLUSORY(?)

(desperate)

Please. I need you.

Foggy's arm, despite struggling to no end, lifts up and reaches for his face without his control. The next time Foggy speaks, his voice sounds strange as though it is not his own.

WILL / FOGGY

Tom, I—

But the flashlight shines on the figure; snapping Will/Foggy out of his control before he could proceed. Foggy shakes his head; arousing from his sudden trance before landing eyes on Illusory.