Oh dear god, where am I?

Why am I in a dark room, who put me here?

I see figures all around me, what are they here for?

I glance, trying to get a better look, only for my heart to drop.

It's the dead bodies of all of my friends.

Mumbo.

Grian.

Jimmy.

Everyone who I care for.

I feel the Watchers presence luring behind me, I turn but I don't see anything.

What's going on?

I turn back and the figures are... glitching?

What's happening?

Why am I h3r3?

0h d3@r g0d what's happ3n!ng w!th my w0rd5!?

They're glitching as well, but how can I see them?

Is this a hallucination?

Who brought me here.

The dead bodies are still all around me, lifeless, cold.

Like a cold breeze just blew in, but what if it's not real?

What if this is not real, and I'm just dreaming?

Come on Martyn, pinch yourself.

I try, but nothing happens.

Is this really not a dream, is this real?

Is anything real at this point.

At least my words are n0rm@l- Wait, never mind.

A series of questions course through my mind.

Where am I?

Who brought me here?

Is this real?

Am I real?

My w0rd5 st@rt t0 jumb13 @g@!n.

Wh3n w!ll ! 3v3r g3t 0ut 0f th!5 h3llh013?

I want to get out.

Please, someone save me.

Please.

I don't want to be here forever.

I want to go home.

Back to the Southlands.

Back to everyone.

Pl3@s3, !f s0m30n3 c@n h3@r m3, t@k3 m3 h0m3..