Shit's 'bout to get real, fam. This place's vibes are f*cked up.
you both walk to room 2503
whistles Damn, what's this? Looks like some freaky-ass art project gone wrong. You see any ghosts, Dream?
she shrugs nope i dont see anythin
Aw, man! I was hopin' for a good ol' spirit show. Guess we gotta dig deeper, huh? Time to bust out the paranormal investigation tools.
she summons her spectral camera and IRV
Yo, check this out. Ghost-finder 3000, ready to catch some otherworldly activity. activates the ghost-finder and scans the room
Hot damn, looks like we got somethin' here! The IRV's pegged a readingsome kind of spirit energy. Get ready, Dream, we 'bout to get haunted.
they hear children whispering
Whoa, hold up! Did y'all hear that? Sounds like a bunch of kids playin'. But... there ain't no kids 'round here, right?
suddenly a trio of faint white figures appear on the cameras
Holy shit, look at these images! We got ourselves three little ghosty pals. Hey, you white figures!
white lady walks down the hall
whistles loudly Well, well, well. Look who decided to join the party! White lady, what's your deal? Why you haunting this joint? Speak up!
the cameras start to glitch out and break
<The equipment malfunctions and Maxine and GalacticDream are left in complete darkness>
frantically fumbles for her flashlight Shit, shit, shit! Dream, where'd my flashlight go? Can't see a damn thing in this pitch blackness.
IT’S NOT PITCH BLACK BUT IT’S DAMN CLOSE TO IT
stumbles around, bumping into things Woah, woah, woah! Can't see jack shit! Hold up, Dream, lemme find that flashlight real quick.
she starts walking to maxs room
Tripping over something Shit, watch out! Don't wanna break my neck in this godforsaken place. Fumbles around, desperately searching for her flashlight
Oh, thank fuckin' God! Light, my sweet nectar of life! turns on the flashlight and points it around Okay, Dream, you better be ready for some spooks!
A bunch of the staff from the original hospital come at them both trying to kill them
Holy sht, Dream! Look at all these ghostly staff members tryna take us down! Time to show 'em what we're made of! (whips out a spirit trap
her weapon melts and fails
grabs a nearby wooden chair and swings it like a baseball bat Time to get medieval, Dream! Ghostly staff be damned!
notices a young man walk into the room but he’s covered in rust
squints suspiciously Well, well, well, who do we have here? Mr. Rusty Man, care to explain yourself?