"Wake up honey." He felt warm. What time was it? Had he slept in late? "Come on. It's time to wake up."

Baldi opened his eyes. It was morning. He was in bed. Next to him was the principal. He smiled at the sight of him.

"It was all a bad dream?"Baldi said. He scooted closer to the principal, reaching out to touch his face.

"What do you mean silly?" He asked, smiling and leaning away from Baldi's hand. "You're dreaming right now. Wake up."

"Wait what?" Baldi felt confused. This wasn't a dream. Surely it wasn't.

"I said, WAKE UP!"

Baldi jerked awake, feeling the world shape around him.

The room he was in was dark. He could barely see anything. He felt something around his mouth and strapped to his head. Air seemed to blow from it, forcing its way into his lungs as he breathed.

It suddenly occurred to him. He was breathing. He should've been dead...right? He felt panicked, trying to feel for a heartbeat, confirming he had one moments later. But he knew it happened. I had to have happened.

Baldi's eyes adjusted to his surroundings, seeing as it was a small room with concrete walls all around and a bar door farthest from where he was.

He tried to move his hands, but they were tied behind him. At least his legs were free.

Whatever was around his mouth was bugging him. It was almost like he was awake, yet drowsy and calm. It must've been a gas mask. It would only make the most sense.

The bald man looked around some more. Maybe there was something he wasn't understanding. He couldn't be alive. No. That shouldn't be a thing. He would have to feel something before he could conclude he was alive.

After looking for a while, Baldi spotted something that looked sharp close by. Sadly, his hands were tied to the wall behind him, but he could at least try to reach it with his feet. He scooted his body as best as he could over to the object, placing the closest foot onto it. Then, with a quick swipe across the object, it cut a fresh wound on his foot.

Baldi stifled back a cry, trying not to cause attention to whatever could be near him. It hurt like hell but at least he could confirm that the pain was real and that he was indeed alive.

Filled with a quick flash of relief, he retreated his foot back. Blood trailed from the sharp object to his foot. That was a bad sign. Especially with the next thought that popped into Baldi's mind.

He needed to escape.

The bald individual tugged at the bondage keeping his wrists close together. It felt like rope. Maybe if he worked at it, it could come loose. It was a gamble but he'd at least try.

He tried to contort his arms in one direction and then the other, but fighting against the overpowering gas was hard. It made him feel tired almost instantly. He had to get rid of it.

Baldi looked for where the gas line went, seeing that it trailed to the the right of him where a large air tank sat against the wall. Probably the source of his drowsiness. The cord was a little tight. Maybe pulling at it would work.

He shifted his head so that the line went tighter, and saw the tank wobble a little. He tried again. It wobbled more. This time he yanked his head back, and the line popped free, letting go of the tank.

Baldi instantly felt better. Now he could work at the ropes. Within some time they went loose and he was free. Only, the gas mask was stuck tight and it was hard to breath through it. With his hands now free, he tugged at the rest of the gas cord and it popped free. The mask may have still been on his face, but at least he could breath. Thank god...

Being able to breath better, Baldi got up, feeling that pain still in his foot. Blood was still oozing from the wound. But he couldn't feel it very much past the adrenaline that now coursed through his body. He felt close to freedom from wherever he was.

He spotted a small rag close by, and decided it good enough to wrap around his foot. After bandaging the wound, he limped over to the bar door, seeing outside.

It was a dark corridor with no windows or doors on either side. A string of lights hung from the ceiling, dimming the farther they were from where Baldi was. He began to wonder what time it was.

How much time had passed? Hours? Days? Weeks? He hoped he would find out soon.

Baldi looked around the bar door, finding a lock. It was an old padlock chained to the door with a keyhole of a large size. He had no chance of busting it open. Not without bringing attention to himself.

The teacher looked around the room he was in more. Nothing out of the ordinary. All accept that sharp object he cut his foot on earlier. He decided to get a better look at it.

When approaching it, he noticed it wasn't some blade, but rather the key he needed to get out. That's strange... Baldi thought.

He grabbed the bloodied key and decided to give it a try. When fitting it into the lock, it worked. The padlock dropped to the floor with a clang, sending an echo across the corridors.

If he wanted to get out of here, he'd have to do it fast.

Baldi squeaked open the door and limped out, having already heard where the echoes went. He closed his eyes and listened. Based off of what he heard, off to his right was a bunch of other doors leading further into the area he was in while the left was what sounded like an exit to outside. He opened his eyes and went left, thanking himself for such hearing abilities.

The bald teacher about reached the door when...

"Leaving so soon?" It was the janitor. Hesitantly, Baldi turned around to see the man standing with a gun pointed at Baldi's head.

"I..." Baldi looked to the door again. If he ran now, he could get shot.

"Come on. If you leave now, you'll miss dinner. Wouldn't want to go out starving..." The janitor said, gesturing behind him. The bald man felt his stomach growl at those words. He was hungry.

"I'd rather starve a than eat with you." Baldi said, fighting back his hunger.

"That was a bad decision to say that, you damn math teacher." And suddenly, he pulled the trigger, shooting the bald teacher in the head and letting him drop to the floor.

"H̷̡̬̙͖̪͈̏͆̾̓̉̂̃͝ͅe̸̻̙͈̮̺͔͍̾͋̈̎̋̏̆̆͂͛̿y̵̛̟̑͂̾̑̇́͐̓͘.̷̢̼̮̜̳͓̺̹͖̙̘̆́̉̂̚͜ ̸̭̫̦̤̖͒̀͗͒̂̎͊̇̎͛̕͠C̸̨̨̡̨̨̦̟̯̼̪͉͕̞̹̄̏̆͂̊̓̂̔̀̈́̆̾͘a̴͉̪̹͉̯̺̤̮̱̫̟͎͓͂̐̈́̐̿̽͛̑͋̽̑͠n̶̢̦̤͙̜̪̋̏͂̍̂̂̒̈́̕͝ͅ ̸̛̽͑̌̄͛͜͝͝y̸̢̨̹̳̦͕̯͙̗̱̖͎̹͆̒̽̐̑̀̅̈́͜͠o̸͖̎̅͊͋́̂̈́́͝ų̴̢̜̯̩̩̦̥̼͍̠̮͇̓͑̀̆̎͊͌̽̇ͅ ̸̨͈̬̝̥̖̖̙̯͋̅̆͌̇̊́̇̾̉̂͝h̵̥̰̪̊̆̀͜e̶̢͓̜̤̱̩̥̺̰̅́̓̆̽̃͊́͑́ͅä̷͓͓̭͖́̄́̏̉͌͛͂͒̂̋͗̕ŗ̷̘̞̞̲̫͍̩͖̓͐̐̈́͒̃̌͘͝ ̶̳̠͖͓̫̂̅̋̇̊͑̔̇̈̓̒̑̾͘ḿ̵̢̟̩̤͕̻̓͆̇̃͛͂̊̆̕͠ĕ̴̡̛̗̖̬̭̫̱̹̹̯̘̘̔̓̈́̃̋̎͑̃̚͠ͅ?̸̨̙̹̠̞̀͐͒̽͒͗̂̎̄̓̎̌

Ÿ̵̡̜̟̜̜̝̱̘̰͇͙́͊͑̇̈́͂͆̐̅͒͆͑̋ǫ̴̞͍͕̤̩̰̤̭͈͔͂̅͠͝u̷͕̥̘͈̭̿̾̃͆̋ͅr̶̻̩̤̦͔̞̲̘͉̦̫̞͂̊͌̆̔̊̒̄̈́͌̇̌̉͝ͅͅ ̶͖̤̘̹̪͙̟̦̮̣̯̥̆̐͐̓̕͜č̵̨̜̙̖̼̬̼̗̰̿͋͠ø̴͉̱͕̺̳̟̌̆̄͌̊̒̊̚̕͝d̵̛̼̯̦̒̑̓̉͆̂͘ë̸͚͚̙̣̞́̍̃́̒̃̂̌͝͝ͅ

Ĭ̶̘̗͕͛̈̏̈́́͆́̚͝͠t̵̢̢̢͓̙̦̜̞̯̠͚̣̙̟̀͒͋̐͘͘̕͘͝'̶̧̧̱̺͖̳̰͖̭̉̎͑̉̓̈́̊́̿̚͠ͅs̴͕̹̝͎̞̦̖͊̉̋̈́́͒͌̎͂̓̊̕ ̵̨̞̪̞̬͎̮͉͉̹͍̳̿̾́́̀͂̾̓͛͆c̷̨͈̜͎̮̪͈̠̝̯͚͛̽͗̇̓͛̍̉́̅̇̓̕͜ō̵̡̧̼̟̻̝̗̱̘̜͎̙̭͊̆̋̾͋͋̍̒̉̈̄͒͝ṟ̷̢͌̅͐̓͐̐͊̓̈́̕͘r̵̢̛̙̻̬͖͚͇̬̳̩̀́̍̄̍͒͌̏̎̚ų̴̰̉̒̔̏̉̒͛̔̈͋͘̚͝͝ṗ̴̲̦̼͈̊͝t̸̗̬̹̯̳̻͈̜̦͔̃̉̂̂͝ͅě̵̡͚̗͉̺̯̀̒̒̔̓̿̈̌̽͒̀͜͝͝ḑ̴̬̳̮̫̰̃̈́͐̑͋͊̉̇̊̀͘

H̸̤̜͚͉̲̑e̷͍̟͔͂̿̃̆͋͒͐̂̉ ̸̨̗͇̼͎͎̹̗̤̪͌͗̎̚͠w̷̪̖͕̦̣̙͔̮͖͓͉̞̿́͗̈́̚͜͜͝ớ̸̧̜̳̟̦͌́̓͗̎͆̀̇̽̚n̸̢̻̥͙̘͈̮͉̱͇̞̋̈́́̚͠͠'̵͎͎͉̜͋̅͑̈́̀̋t̶͕̳̋̑̊͗̉̒̿̅̍̚̚͝ ̸̗͇̏͂͋̈́l̴̡̨̡̫̜̣͖͍͈̣̟̥̋̂̽͌̅̏͊͂͘e̸̫̻͌̍̈́̉̈̋̔̿̃͌͘͝t̸̡̥͔͚̳̻̝̠̯̑͜ ̴͉̮͑͋͌͜y̸̢̢̢̡̝̭̟͙̯̠̥̓̀̔̋̔̊̌̕͜͜͜ỏ̶̧̯̫̻̫͉͖͓̠͓͔̺̲͔̽̅̆̄̑̅̆̍̊͘͘̕͘u̷̬̳̙͐͂̂ ̵͈͇͕̤̦̪̗̩͙̳̺̓̆̋͜d̴̡̖̩̖̾́́̽͗̈́͝ͅi̵̢̢̠̪̩͙̫̝̔̅̒͑̚ę̴͓̩̘̮͉̜̲̙͖̙̹͒͋͊̓͗́́̔̑̅

Ṉ̶̡̢̗̻̙͈̀͌̊̔̾͐͂̀̓͒̏̂̔͜ͅơ̴̬̥̺͖̟̠͇̜̩̲̻̌̍́̚͠͠ͅţ̴̡̠̞̗̭̺͎͚͚̬̯͎̇̉̒͊͋̀̾̈̅͂̔̏̏͜ ̴͔́͊͂̋͂͋̌͂͐̾͘͘͝w̸̧̨̨̫͚̥̥̼͖̋̂̊̇̇̋̄̕̚͘̚͜͠i̸̛͚̣̿̃͆̇́̈́́̏̅̒̄̐ẗ̸̹͈͇̗̯̱̩͋͛̀̄̽̚͝h̷̞͚̗͔̰̪̜̑͑͒͋̈́̋̽͑́́̚o̴̢͚͔̦̝͓̽͐̐̑̉̈̿͗͊͘͜͠ͅų̵̛̥̏̃̓͊͂̑͗̉̀̌̊̇̃t̴͓͈̠͇̯̲̤͔̤̫͍̆̑̌͐́̇͂͂̀̄ͅ ̷̢̢̝́̅̓͝g̶̫̝̿̿̌̀̕̕ë̷̠́̓̓̍̈́̈́̾̈́͠͝t̵̨̡̨̘̭̬̘͎̺̼̯̠̙̾̉̂͐̃̋̄͊͒͊͘͝͠t̴͓̠̩͓̪̒̇͊͌͊̄̿̄͘͠͝ȋ̴̭̓̀̽̂̋͗̈́͛͌͂ñ̴̨̛̛͖̈́̅͑̑̍̇̂͋́̈́͝g̶͉̼̘̝͍͓̞͇͕̰̼̹̈́́͑͒̌̕ ̶̢̛͕͙̘̖̉̊̈́̏͛͛͆̋͑̊̽͂ŵ̷̠̮̟̘̫͍̄̏̋̏͐̐̀̂̽͝ͅh̵̭͆̈̔̽̿͛̈͗̄͐̈́̏̆͆a̵̦̦̼̖͖̒̍̄̀̾̐t̶̘͓͙̠̼͚̗͌̿̓̍͛́̑̿͘͜͜͠ͅ ̸̛͈͇̙̜͉̼̹͖̯͋̂́͘ͅh̴̨̞̰͉̤͎̯̹͎̟̺̀͌͛͂̓͆͆͌̚̚e̷̠̱̲͎͕͎̾̃͋̈̑̈́̑̅̀́̕ ̷̨͍̘̊̍̿̊̇͑̾̈́͐̍ẘ̵̞̻̜̝̊̎̿̂̽̇a̶̖̲̻͔͛̀̓͑ͅǹ̴̩t̷͖͚̙͎̯͓̳͙̪̊̈̽̃̈s̵̛̛͙̘̘̪͙̰͈̒̎̓͛͌̍̈́͝.̶̢͓̤̹͍̬͎̐̐̊̈́͘͜͝"̵̦̭̺̪̝̮͊̆̌̏͊́

Baldi woke up feeling a headache. He was back in that room again. The gas mask was hooked back on, and he felt more tired than ever.

He felt his hands tied above him, rendering him useless. The bald teacher then tried to move his feet. They were cuffed to the wall behind him, only barely dangling with what looseness the restraint gave.

Tears sprang to the teacher's eyes, feeling defeated. He'd died twice now, hadn't he? He should've been dead but he just had to wake up seeing that he was still in this hell.

"I have to admit, you're qu)(/(quite an intelligent escapee for someone who's just a math teacher." Baldi was suddenly startled by these words. He could see a faint outline of Filename 2 at the farthest end of the room. "I didn't expect you to know how to escape so fast."

"N...no...." The bald man tried to speak but could barely talk past the mask, seeing as how tired the gas made him. He also felt something around his neck.

"Too hard to speak?" File laughed, making a glitchy noise after. "I wouldn't if I were you." At this, Filename 2 came closer.

Baldi tried to move his body, but he wouldn't budge. Everything on him made it hard to move. So he could only helplessly watch as File came closer, until he was only inches away.

"You look so pathetic." File said. The way he said that sent a shiver down the bald teacher's spine.

"How...how long-...." Baldi tried to speak. He wanted to know how long it had been since he was captured. He could at least know that much.

"I'd say about )(;):( a month." File said, answering the bald teacher's question. Baldi thought this through while File paused. He remembered it being November when he was taken. It must've been December by now. "This whole time I've wanted to have more fun with you." Baldi felt another chill run down his body. That could mean anything but good.

"I...don't-"

"You said you'd do anything, wouldn't you?" File questioned, taking a small step closer and making the space between them uncomfortable. Baldi knew what he meant. It was before his first death.

Now that the corrupted man was closer, he could see how File was so tall compared to Baldi, even if he was lifted from off the ground from his hands.

Baldi shook his head tiredly. "I never-"

"When I get what I want from you two," File started, coming closer to where he was touching his invisible nose to Baldi's mask. "I'll make sure of it you suffer for all eternity." File brought a hand up and around the bald man's neck and tightened his grip

Bald struggled uselessly as File began to squeeze around his neck. "S-stop!" Baldi struggled to yell, somehow freeing one foot from its position and kicked File in the balls. The man retreated back, holding in the urge to cry out.

"You piece of-!" File shouted. As soon as he recovered from the blow, he grabbed something out from his back pocket. It looked like a remote. "You need punishment for that."

A sudden electric shock emitted from around Baldi's neck, causing him to let out a cry in pain. There was a shock collar around his neck. This continued for a few moments when it suddenly stopped. "It....h-hurts..." The teacher whimpered.

"More it is then." File said, a smile spreading across his lips. He turned the voltage a higher, and emitted another shock into the collar. At this, the bald male could barely scream past the pain but rather make noises of distress. Suddenly, the shock stopped before it
became worse.

"P-please....stop...." Baldi muttered against the numbing pain on his neck. Tears began to fall from his face. He then looked at File.

File looked different for a second. Even past the shock, he could see what looked like fear in the man's eyes. Like he was horrified about what he'd done to Baldi. But it quickly went away with a quick glitchy noise and he seemed to revert back.

He felt File's hand grab his chin and suddenly be forced to look at the glitchy man.

"Don't worry. Once I get a full body, you'll get what you deserve." File said, seeming satisfied with the pain he'd inflicted. "Now be a good teacher, and stay quiet."

Suddenly, a blindfold was put around Baldi's eyes. He then felt headphones go around his ears and a sound played. It sounded like the sound from the tape back at the school. His head went a little fuzzy at the noise.

"It's time to get my dear brother Kennith." File whispered, knowing Baldi couldn't hear past the repeating noise played on the headphones. He grabbed the shock remote once again, putting it to a setting that would periodically shock the teacher—just for his amusement.

The math teacher began to whimper, feeling the first session of shocks. "S-stop. Please..." The words were faint but File could hear them.

")(-)(:(-(/) I have to get you out of here...!" File suddenly blurted out, but made a loud glitchy noise after. "Damnit. No."

His plan would śüçčęėd. 

It had to.

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