Day 2:

I never knew what happens in this place, but I guess my question has been answered. This is the place that are in a child's bedtime story, the loud sounds of howls in pain, the bump in the night with every experiment made. This seemed like a true living hell.....and it is, for all of us.

THEY would always taunt us, torment our bodies and souls and worst of all, experiment us to the point of insanity. Until I found a way to tame my inner beast...

One day when I was in my cell I was doing my usual routine; scratching my arms until they bled, ramming myself against the rusty walls and gripping the cell bars so hard that my knuckles turn white. 'No more, no more please! NO MORE! NO MORE!' I thought as I pound and scratched.

I took a glance at the wall seeing many crack but some caught my eye, they looked like an image I am familiar with. I got closer and looked at the cracked wall.

And there it is......

My hint, for you (Y/N)

I hope it can help you somehow (Y/N)...

Here are some words I can spare for you until then:

"Why do you smile"

....Goodbye......(Y/N)...

(U-uganda be k-kidding m-me! *Papyrus rages in the background, Sans laughs loudly beside me* S-sorry P-papy, a-and s-sorry to a-any o-one from U-Uganda!)