X.txt Files

The **x.txt files** are a series of text documents sent out by #00 on Skype. Put together, they provide a firsthand account of #00's experiences (written under his real initials, "L.K.") in HABIT's first tournament.

### **x.txt**

File 1 was received by Rabbit #164 September 16, 2015 at 10:38 (EST). It reads:

> *"i m typing this from the computer in what i assume is a lobby so if anyone finds this*
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> *i swear im not a murderer*
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> *we were all kidnapped and forced to join what i think is a game*
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> *the bodies i woke up next to were there the whole time but the other kids do not believe me*
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> *except the girl that doesn't fit in*
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> *-L.K.w*
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   #00 instructed #164 to "spread the word around" to the other Rabbits. #164 complied by inserting the text of the document into his "Introduction" video, with several words appearing every few seconds. Notably, the frame containing the last word of the third line ("we were all kidnapped and forced to join what i think is a game") also contains the phrase "not just a" in purple lettering, positioned in the upper left corner of the screen (so that the line reads "**not just a** *game*").

A document version of the text was uploaded to Pastebin on September 28.

### **xx.txt**

File 2 was received by Rabbit #21 on October 2 at 10:40 pm (EST). The contents were posted to Tumblr the following day at 9:39 am (EST) and uploaded to Pastebin. It reads:

> *"the girl i knew told me that someone would bring people down into the place where we are and i think it is an old factory. there are three branches to it that lead to really big rooms and thats all we have exlplored so farr but it seems barren and deserted*
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> *i dont know who brought us down here or why I woke up later then the girl*
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> *another body was found today*
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> *it was a young boy fifteen i think maybe younger*
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> *- L.K"*
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### **xxx.txt**

File 3 was received by Rabbit #67 on October 3 and posted to Tumblr at 11:38 pm (EST). It reads:

> *"i should exlain something before continuing.
> when i woke up here, i was surrounded by a few people, their ages and names unknown to me.
> they told me I knew as much as them but they all watched me get dragged into the place by an unknown figure so i do not believe them*
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> *This was day 1
> that night, the figure brought to us a large bag of chips, and a keg of water.
> the figure did not bring us cups and that made it harder to drink the water*
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> *day 2 was the same*
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> *on day 3 the figure came back and brought a new person, they were sleeping when the figure put them in our room. when the figure left, he didn’t shut the door and when we went outside of the room that is when we found and claimed many other rooms, i found what looks like a lobby and claimed it. that is how i found this computer along with a body in the room, it looked to be a male around his later teens, like myself. i told the others and i think they suspected me. before i began typing the first log, i met the girl that said she doesn’t belong and that is how all of this has gone down"*
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### **xxxx.txt**

File 4 was received by Rabbit #60 on October 8. It was posted to Tumblr at 2:45 am (EST). It reads:

> *"the girl that does not belong took me into a new part of the building today*it was a large room with caged doors surrounding it and they looked crudely put up.
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> she said this is the room that the figure brings people in from.
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> *There were no doors. there was no way for the figure to enter
> i told her this and she told me it didnt matter and that she saw him drag in one person. he seemed to be a fighter, being the only one she saw to actually be awake at the time and fighting back.*
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> *she said he looked to be late teens and very aggressive and that she wanted to find him but was not sure where he is.*
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> i said our best be
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> *sorry something just came up*
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> *we were called into a group meeting in our main room, the one with the water keg. i couldnt find the girl i liked and this worried me immensely. the girl that didnt belong was not present either. the boy that seemed to be best fit for leader wanted us all there because he was apparently told by the figure that we needed to all be present. when we were all there the door was opened and a boy in his late teens entered, along with the figure. i could make out the boy wearing a flannel, but the figure was too dark to see any features.*
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> *almost immediately the boy introduced himself.*
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> *Martin was his name.*
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> *and immediately after that the figure hit him and he fell over, and he/it spoke.*
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> *The voice. it was very calm, almost as if addressing children, or a friendly animal.
> but the voice was demanding, as if the figure held authority over us, and in a situation like this*
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> it did. every word was crystal clear and still is as if it is in my head, shouting them to me as i type this;
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> I can not say i am not terrified. i prayed for the first time today, but the walls are too thick and the darkness is too heavy to let my hopes escape.
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> all that we have in this prison
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> are the words the figure left us.
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> “GREETINGS ALL. TODAY IS THE DAY YOU LOSE EVERYTHING. YOUR NAME, YOUR PURPOSE, YOUR PAST AND YOUR FUTURE. ALL THAT AWAITS AT THE END OF THIS TUNNEL IS MY HAND.
> LOOK TO YOUR RIGHT, NOW TO YOUR LEFT.
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> KNOW THAT THEY WILL NOT SURVIVE IF YOU DO.
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> KNOW THAT ONLY ONE OF YOU WILL TAKE MY HAND.
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> BY NOW YOU HAVE SEEN THE BODIES, USE THEM AS AN EXAMPLE. DO NOT TURN YOUR BACK ON THEM.
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> THIS IS YOUR LIFE NOW.
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> AND THE END WILL BE GLORIOUS.
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> I WILL RETURN TOMORROW WITH THE FIRST OF THREE TASKS.
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> REGARDS.”
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> he left after that.
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> tomorrow will be here in a few hours.
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> i am not ready
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> none of us are.
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> -L.K"
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### **xxxxx.txt**

File 5 was posted in the English Lop division chat by #00 (who had temporarily been added to the division) on October 12 (12:52 am EST). Rabbit #164, as division leader, was giving the task of posting the text (1:52 am EST) to Tumblr. It reads:

> *"Our first task trial thing was to vote for a leader, and a weakling or runt.*
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> *i havent typed any of these for the last few days because martan/marty or whatever finally started talking to me. he is really unprepared for all of this. the guy jokes about everything and its almost annoying, but he’s a good kid. we went exploring with the girl that didn’t belong, her name is actually abby and shes really nice. ive been looking for my friend and have been getting worried because i think she was separated and it s making me worry a little  by ut abby said that happens and not to wooryy because shes probably fine. ill trust the,m they seem ni*
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> *its been two weeks since i typed that i had to go because there was a group meeting*
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> *the trial task ends today.*
> Marty was voted the runt, and the kid that already led us, I think his name was Josiah or Jerimiah or something, he was voted leader aaaa
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> group meeting, the man is going to be there i need t stop typing
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> *hhhhhe made marty*
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> *he made hiom gut the boy*
> fcuking made marty gut josiah
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> the kid was crying and bleeding and the man made marty fucking kiiilll him
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> his words
> 'THERE IS NO LEADER. NONE OF YOU ARE BETTER THAN YOUR PEER, NONE OF YOU ARE MORE IMPORTANT THAN THE ONE THAT SITS TO YOUR RIGHT, YOUR LEFT. I AM THE ONE THAT SITS ATOP THIS HORSE, IT IS MINE TO COMMAND AS ARE ALL OF YOU. THIS BODY, THE BODY OF A LEADER? IT MEANS NOTHING TO YOU. THE BLOOD ON THE RUNTS HANDS WILL SERVE AS A REMINDER, THAT IN THE END, JUST LIKE ME, THIS WILL SIMPLY BE A BAD HABIT. SEE TO IT THAT YOU ARE THE LAST ONE CARRYING IT.
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> he left after that
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> marty was crying and we tried to help him but josiah was still dead and we voted that
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> We call the man The Habit now.
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> *josiah is dead*
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> and the Habit made him do it.
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> -L.K"
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### **xxxxxx.txt**

File 6 was received by Rabbit #05 on October 16. It was posted on Tumblr at 3:21 am (EST). It reads:

> "its been almost a month or
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> HABIT does not let us eat anymore, we don’t need to as it is
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> we’re all starving, but ot dying it Feels great
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> emmy told me today about her group of people. they had been in there for two months prior to us
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> today is halloween.
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> we don’t normally know dates or days of the week
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> HABIT woke us up this morning with a message carved into the wall, matted with what i think was blood
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> “HAPPY HALLOWEEN RABBITS, IT’S THAT TIME OF YEAR! THE LEAVES ARE CHANGING, THE WIND IS HOWLING, AND THE MONSTERS ARE OUT AND ABOUT.”
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> then there was a really shitty smile drawn underne
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> -sorry just heard the screaching again
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> none of us know what is making it or or where the fuck it’s coming from but the night isn’t even cllose to o over and im going abc k to the main room now beforee whatever is scream ing finds mee
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> -L.K"
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### **xxxxxxx.txt**

File 7 was received by Rabbit #65 on October 19. It was posted on Tumblr at 3:35 am (EST). It reads:

> "i have a lot to type
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> something came in the rooom after i got in
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> i left the door open by mistake
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> nobody saw the thing crawl in either it just
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> found its way in
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> and hid
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> god knows where but it fucjki ng hid and by the time it revealed itself with an awful scream and tore open one of the younger girls we had nowhere to run
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> the HABIT stood in the doorway
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> a shadow was cast over him but i could tell he was smiling
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> i grabbed marty and bolted towards the farthest corner in the room but it prompted the thing to chase me while every one scattered
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> it attacked marty and knocked me over and i knocked it off of him
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> the thing looked like a hairless dog with the bone structure of a man
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> it screamed and ran at another kid, tearing the flesh from their shoulder to their thigh
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> i looked around for the girl i liked and even shouted her name but she was not in the room
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> the monster screamed again and made its way out of the room, tracking gore and bits of meat as it left
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> the HABIT followed it out, snickering.
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> we lost a total of seven people
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> meaning we only have fourteen left
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> and the girl i like is not part of them
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> shes not dead i know that much
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> maybe she is somewhere else in the building
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> hiding
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> or trapped
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> marty and i are going to find her tomorrow.
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> i’ll type when im done
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> im so scared
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> -L.K"
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### **xxxxxxxx.txt**

File 8 was received by Rabbit #32 on October 24, around 3:00 am (EST). It was posted on Tumblr at 3:57 am (EST). It reads:

> *"Marty and I were famished, we should have died of starvation but nope. I guess HABIT won’t let us.*
> We searched for her and, well
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> *he told me something, marty did. it went something like*
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> *Me: are you okay man, i mean, i know we arent, but your arm is almost to the bone and your fine?*
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> *him: no no im fine. actually I was thinking… what if she isn’t in the same room like what if we’re looking in the wrong place for her.*
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> *me: It depends on how big this building is man I’m not sure how it would even work because we’re all in the same room right? even if there are others we would know right?*
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> *him: like as a group we’re cut off from others and she could very well be in another group and that’s why we can’t find her out here. because shes in another section all together*
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> *me: so would that mean there are others?*
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> *him: I mean think about it. we could be a single division, out of like two or three or even more groups of people just like us.*
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> *me: and you think she could be in one? marty. we’re searching for a body. as much as it fucking hurts me. we are searching for a body.*
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> *him: I’m telling you dude we’ll find her okay? shes alive.*
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> *me: I’ll beleive you I guess, if not only because your smiling at me right now despite your arm hanging there torn to the bone basically.*
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> *he laughed it off.*
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> we decided to mark our place on the paper map martin was drawing out and head back. he headed back to the room and i came straight to the lobby to type this because why??
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> why am I doing this
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> i guess it just keeps me sane i dont know.
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> emmy was going to meet me in a bit so im going to stop typing and wait for her.
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> tomorrow we’re all going to look for the girl i like, or at least where the other possible divisions could be located.
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> -L.K"
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### **xxxxxxxxx.txt**

File 9 was received by Rabbit #123 on October 27. It was posted on Tumblr at 5:22 am (EST). It reads:

> "We ended up outside.
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> not outside outside but outside within the walls.
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> strangely enough we met up with emmy who seemed to know the way there
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> martin was very suspicious about this, as am I. in responce, going through the logs before we set off i found that ive messed up her name on occasions. emmigail is her name. its weird and sounds like abbigail. my msitake. thats the least important part of this.
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> im still shaking.
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> we
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> we saw some one or something.
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> outside was dirty, and ill-tended to. there was rusty equiptment everywhere and it smelled of iron or blood i couldnt tell
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> standing dead center maybe 20 ft infront of us wasssssssssssssssssssssssssssss somethign that  look ed like a very  tall man or creaturee
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> staring at th e thingg made me nautious and i  co uld tell it was affecting all l of us
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> emmy vomited andd marty collapsed bleedign from the nose and coughing
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> i started coughing horribly and  ran. i wasn tnrunning away fro mthem i swear i just needed to run i did nt think i just ran and ran until i found a buiodling that looked openable  bbut something grabbe d me.
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> it felt like
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> a worm. a dry, but flexible worm. black. wrapping around my waist as I tried my damndest to ge tinto that building and then there he w as.
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> HABIT was standing in the now opened doorway.
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> i could see blood in the room. people WERE in there. other people.
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> it didnt matter because the next thing i know im in hereand they arent
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> i dont know where martin or emmy are.
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> i’ll update tomorrow because i think it might be halloween.
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> that is if im alive.
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> -L.K"
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### **X.txt**

File 10 was received by Rabbit #28 on October 30, to coincide with Halloween. The longest and most brutal file to date, it was posted on Tumblr at 11:29 pm (EST). It reads:

> *"vtoday was halloweentoday was halloweentoday was halloweentoday was halloweentoday was halloweentoday was halloweentoday was halloweentoday was halloween today was halloween  today was halloween today was halloween today was halloween     today was halloween today was halloween  today was halloween today was halloween today was halloween today was halloween  today was halloweentoday was hallowe            I WOKE UP toda y      today was halloweentoday was halloweentoday was halloweentoday was halloweentoday was halloweentoday was halloweentoday was halloweentoday was halloweentoday was halloweentoday was halloweentoday was halloweentoday was halloweentoday was halloweentoday was halloweentoday was halloweentoday was halloweentoday was halloweentoday was halloweentoday was halloweentoday was halloweentoday was halloweentoday was halloweentoday was halloweentoday was halloweentoday was halloweentoday was halloweentoday was halloweentoday was halloweentoday was halloweeniiiiiiiA meeting was called today. I woke up in the lobby to knocking on the door. My group members know I go there, but they don’t know there is a portable computer in here. I was brought to the main room only to be greeted by the HABIT, standing in the middle of the room, motionless. I could tell it smirked when I entered.Standing next to the HABIT was Emmy. I couldn’t see her face but I knew it was her. In the HABIT’s hands, he held a long, curved blade.*
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> *I knew what was going to happen next.*
> I stood in the group, front row like I knew the HABIT wanted
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> and watchedas the HABIT drew the blade, Emmy still motionless, and drove it through the back of her knee cap
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> she screamed and fell down, and the HABIT did the same to her other knee cap.Someone in the group threw up and in an instant the vomit turned to blood, and they fell over, crying and bleeding until they were motionless.the HABIT spoke;
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> “IT IS RUDE TO INTERUPT SUCH A SPECTACLE OF ENTERTAINMENT, RABBIT."they were dead.Emmy was still screaming as the HABIT preceded to turn her over onto her back and strip her of her torn blue jeans. Then with a quick sweep her dirty sweatshirt was off. I felt uncomfortable watching this and could register that with the other rabbits. One of them turned away, and then fell to the ground, their neck broken. "I’M WORKING HARD TO PROVIDE YOU ALL WITH QUALITY HALLOWEEN ENTERTAINMENT, AND YOU TURN AWAY? WATCH, RABBITS. ENJOY THE SHOW."Emmy lay motionless, crying and sobbing.
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> The cries quickly turned into screams. At the base of her foot, near the ankle, the HABIT had began shaving the flesh.
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> Her screams were terrifying.
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> My ears rang from the pitch.the HABIT began to slowly make his way up her leg, slowly sawing, shaving the flesh, skinning Emmy alive.
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> She was not flailing, only screams were allowed.
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> Her eyes darted to me. I could see pain, terror, agony. the HABIT reached her thigh and lifted her leg, starting at the base of her toes, and sawing down. Having skinned the bottom of her foot, to the back of her knee completely. Blood was everywhere, but he was quick, and skilled. He continued until she looked like she was wearing leggings designed to look like muscle. By now all sound had muted, replaced with her screams.
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> Those left watched in horror.
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> the HABIT continued with her other leg. Slow, steady. Professional.Her screams became whitenoise to me, to everyone. All we could do was watch. All I could do was watch my friend getting skinned alive.I zoned out.
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> Everything became a blur and I realized that Martin was not with us.
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> Sound had faded away.
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> I was in my own world.
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> Darkness. Vibrations. Nothingness.
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> I was nothing. in a void. the only company wasI blinked.
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> What lay before me was a skeleton, red, slightly meaty, wet, and
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> alive.
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> Emmy was silent. Her mouth twisted in a scream, her eyes watering. She was alive.the HABIT stood over her, admiring his work.
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> In a flash the sound returned, screams so chilling I wanted to vomit. I wanted to die. Death needed to have me before these screams were embeded into my skull. my mind. forever.He wouldn’t let her die.the HABIT picked her up and reached into a bag I had not noticed.
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> he pulled out a hook and placed it on to the wall.
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> The hook stayed. I had no idea how.
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> It didn’t matter.the HABIT placed Emmy on the hook.
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> It went through her shoulder, or what was left, surprisingly smoothly.By now her screams had blended into the background.
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> And that was it.the HABIT left us.She was still screaming.
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> Emmy was skinned alive, alive, and screaming.And that’s when the feral thing came in.
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> It sprinted through the door and pounced on top of the kid next to me, tearing his face off.
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> Fight or Flight kicked in and I ran to the nearest two kids, one of them caught on and we ran to who I assume his friend was. She saw us and we ran to the door, now open and free from the monster currently clawing the stomach out of someone who I recently talked to. Emmy’s screams faded along with the shrill roar of the creature as we bolted into the lobby. I told them to hang on and took the computer, put it into the nearby case, and we ran.
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> I remembered where the door was and they followed me. We made it outside and went headfirst into the fog. I remembered earlier. I knew where to go, the door, the building too big to be empty. I slung the case over my shoulder and grabbed the girl’s in one hand, and her friend took my other. We ran to where I knew it was and that was when I felt the first tug. The girl had been pulled out of my hands. I stopped and turned, watching the black tendrils pull her into the fog. The nausia hit and I could feel my nose begin to bleed. I could here the other kid crying and screaming her name. I quickly shut him up and we ran to the building.The door opened and I ran head first into her. The girl. I knew I liked her and she was my friend but I did not know why. It was her.
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> She was running with three other kids, one a young boy, and the other looked to be mid 20s, a girl.
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> I had no time to process it.
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> My mind cleared.
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> I saw the HABIT standing there.
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> The boy was not with me and I could hear his screams coming from the fog, the dry slinding noises telling me that the tall thing had claimed him.I blinked.
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> and i was where I am now.
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> It’s small.
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> Looks to be tiny mechanical building, for maintanence or somenthing i dnont knwo
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> im  alone and calm and i n the back of my hea d ican still hear her screaming.happy halloween I guess."
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### **Xx.txt**

File 11 was received by Rabbit #102 on November 5 at 3:34 am (EST). It was posted to Tumblr at 4:35 am (EST). It reads:

> "iiiiiiiiiiiiiiii
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> itts  been a few days. the computer doesnt seem to die. that makes two of us. I haven’t eaten since the bag of chips in the first month. it is now november i think. halloween
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> *halloween happened*
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> *it happened and that isn’t going to ever leave my mind.*
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> *im never going to forget it.*
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> i awoke with 3 others. none martin or the girl. i saw her. it was her in those doors. i dont know if she recognized me or not.
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> the next task hasn;t been given yet. we’ve only had one trial and so many are dead. kids, young adults, sons, daughters, i dont know.
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> *emmy.*
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> she’s not dead.
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> *i can still hear her screams coming from that building occasionally. it might just be me. yeah its just me.*
> i can still hear her sc
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> *The thhing that took the other kids that night.*
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> the tall figure.
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> the one with the vines, or whatever they were.
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> i don’t think the HABIT wants it around. I don’t know. Everytime it shows up outside of the window, they fog up and the doors lock.
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> she was alive though, the girl i’ve been lookingfor sh
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> *i saw her.*
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> she’s in here with me.
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> *in a situation like me.*
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> sh
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> she’s going thhrough this like me and it makes me sick.
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> *it could be the tall figure but it makes me sick*
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> physically
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> thinking about her
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> *alone, well, potentially alone. in this hell.*
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> i need to ifnd her.
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> i need to find her
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> *i needd to fijnd herr*
> i need to ifnd her
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> i need to find herinededn
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> inee d to find her
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> i need to find
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> her
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> i need to find he
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> i need to fijdn her
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> i am going to find her
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> we’re going to get out of this but will we be the same?
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> maybe
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> idont know
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> i just feel that our hearts are connected
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> i love her
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> i love her.
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> she’s in here.
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> and i am going to find her
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> i love her so much
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> -LK"
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### **Xxx.txt**

File 12 was received by Rabbit #01 on November 10. It was posted to Tumblr at 9:36 pm (EST). It reads:

> "I don’t know where to begin.
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> *It’s been a week and a half. I’ve been tallying days on the walls.*
> *Sunlight shows through one of the cracks in the walls.*
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> Twenty four hours, that’s what makes a day.
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> I’m solving it.
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> Emmy screams at the begining of every hour, not sure why and I don’t want to know why, but it happens.
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> The feral thing, the monster with the claws, it screaches every day from what I’ve come to know as 8 oclock every few
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> minutes until 10 o clock until emmy’s 10th scream fest. iii i feel like
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> this is what it is. this is how things are. im telling time using my friend’s tormented screams and the moon howls of a
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> monster.
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> That’s not what I’m going to write about.
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> The Habit spoke to me through the bars in the door with a soothing voice. Almost soothing. it wasn’t mad at me, or us.
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> It told us very calmly that for his lab rats, his patch of rabbits to stay safe in the maze, the pasture, he needed to
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> isolate us until the Gorgon goes. The gorgon being the tall monster with the tendrils. the well dressed demon in the fog.
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> I’m being moved into another group.
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>    I have reason to believe it is the group that the Habit put Martin into. The group with her.
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> I’m starting to figure this place out. When the gorgon shows up, we go into a fit, nosebleeds, headaches, blood vomiting.
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> Then the Habit shows up.
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> So, if we were to get out of the building, and avoid the gorgon, then the Habit won’t show up.
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> Then I can get to the other building.
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> and i can find them.
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> the only problem is these other two kids.
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> Allan is the first kid. He’s, a special kind of kid I guess. He is blind, or as far as we know he’s blind, but sometimes he
>
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> goes into these siezure like states where he /says/ he can see, and describes what he’s seeing. and it is accurate.
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> he’s told me how many fingers I’m holding up, he’s touched circles we drew on the wall, he basically becomes unblind; but
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> he also sees dead people. grusome dead people, kids, adults. /our/ dead people. He’s seen people I remember being, well,
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> dead\
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> So yeah, Allan is weird.
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> Tricia is the other one anjd sh
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> thhe gorgopn is i nside"
>
> ——lk
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>

### **Xxxx.txt**

File 13 was received by Rabbit #28 on November 15. It was posted to Tumblr at 4:17 am (EST). It reads:

> *"hhhHHHHHHhhhe took trica. or trisha or how ever she speellled it*
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> *the gorgon, the fucking tall monster came in and extended a hand towards her and sh e fucking took it.*
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> *she took the monsters hand*
> and and
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> she was gone
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> *just they were gone*
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> i could see through the fog outside into the distance.
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> somehow they had moved from in here to out there
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> she was juststanding there
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> near it
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> just
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> fucking standing next to him and five or sox other kids i didn’t recognize.
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> all just
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> their faces were shadowed, eyes sunken, and they stood still with the monster as it became almost statue esque.
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> then they were gone.
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> the fog thickened
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>

> and
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>

> [Long space.]
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>
>

> *HABIT has moved us into a new building. I can hear other people talking from the vent in the wall. they are talking about allan and I.*
>
>
> allan says he sees people in the room, in the one we are in. i hgave seen dried blood in the room. so all i can infer is that allan is seeing dead people. maybe he’s crazy, maybe he’s right. I’m not quite sure.
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>
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> I can hear other kids on the other side of the vent but we were given a rule.
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> “ONLY ONE OF YOU MAY LEAVE THE ROOM.”
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>

> *i know what that means.
> i wish i didn’t know.*
> but I know what the HABIT means.
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>

> I’m doing it tomorrow.
>
>

> -LK"
>
>

### **Xxxxx.txt**

File 14 was received by Rabbit #128 on December 6 at 1:09 pm (EST). It was posted to Tumblr five minutes later. It simply reads:

> "I found her.
>
>

> -L.k"
>
>

### **Xxxxxx.txt**

File 15 (incorrectly numbered "Xxxxxxx") was received by Rabbit #81 on December 6 at 1:45 pm (EST). Like the previous file, it was posted to Tumblr five minutes after being received. It reads:

> *"A few weeks after entering the new division of the factory, I met up with Marty again, who was overjoyed to see me. He had reunited with a loved one as well and was almost never around. either he was with us in the main room, talking with me in the washroom we discovered that is my new lobby, or running around the hallways with a friend. he had apparently been reunited with a girl he was quite fond of. I didn’t really see how the two worked out but it’s not my way to judge. i found the girl i was looking for and we are together now too. she had survived all of this, allbeit differently, but still. we spent nights telling stories, comforting each other. marty would stay with his girl and love her, stay awake to watch over her as she slept, and i did the same.*
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> *we had reunited with the people we were looking for and while I didn’t know he had someone, i’m so glad they are both together and alive.*
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>  *this may be a hell, but we found our angels.*
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>

> *I’m picking up logging again, it’s been awhile I think.*
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>

>  *-L.k"*
>
>

### **Xxxxxxx.txt**

File 16 (incorrectly numbered "Xxxxxxxx") was received by Rabbit #20 on December 6, five minutes after the previous file was received. Unlike the previous files, it was not posted to the tag, but sent directly to HABIT. It reads:

> *"We were supposed to be gathering office supplies from the remaining floors but marty and his girl ran off again. the two are inseparable. sure im with my girl but at least we know when to work and split up. im there to protect here if need be but we are alone. aside from the feral one's growls and cries from outside there is nothing else posing danger.*
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> *im not bad at him or anything its just*
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> *we have a job to do, you can't just run off and do whatever it is that you do you know?*
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> *seriously marty I know you don't read these but like*
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> *get your shit together*
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> *-L.K"*
>
>

### **Xxxxxxxx**

File 17 was received by Rabbit #23 on January 13. It was posted to Tumblr at 4:32 pm (EST). It reads:

> *"It’s been months now*
>
>

>
> *We got here in I don’t know august? june? it’s now late january and i feel so alone now i keep to myself and hardly write these anymore. the stress, the feeling of abandonment  all of it is drowning me*
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>

>
> and then there’s marty
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> he found the girl of his fucking dreams and loves her and they love each other and i have nothing but them running off everyday to “explore”
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> i could run away from all of this, but then the man in the coat telling me he could save us would be behind me, and i’d never know for sure just how mad I’ve really gone.
>
>

> -L.k"
>
>

### **Xxxxxxxxx.txt**

File 18 was received by Rabbit #23 on January 14. It was posted to Tumblr at 6:47 pm (EST). It reads:

> *"I’ve been seeing this figure, nameless of course.*
>
>
> *still not sure  if it’s one of the HABIT’s tricks but he comes to me every so often, preaching salvation from this hell. stating that he can take me to a far away place where i could be save and live normally but at this point i’d rather let Marty and his girl live normally, even though I feel marty might be losing it a little or perhaps even working with the HABIT like some other kids have said and I told the vision that. straight up “if you save someone save marty’s girl”*
> he looked at me oddly like he always does when i talk about those two.
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> he’s just a vision, or a task, trial, something to show the HABIT im still one of the loyal subjects.
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> if anyone can get me out, it would be the one who holds the Key.
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> and I damn well know this to be a fact
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> because the only other kids I know that have seen this very same hallucination have gone missing.
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>
>
> I had a friend, if you can call him that. we never really talked much, but i don’t know, he seemed like the kind of person I’d be friends with. This Daniel guy, my ‘friend’ was the first person to report seeing a strange man. showed up maybe a month ago to preach salvation and Daniel kept telling him, yes, yes, yes, yes.
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> So that’s why Daniel is missing now. He’s dead. the HABIT knew of his lack of loyalty and probably skinned him while he screamed. he’s  probably up there i nt hat building on a nother hook for all the kids there to see.
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> I turned the vision down, told it to go test Marty and his girl so i dont think they’re going to be here too much longer.
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> its almost sad.
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> i liked marty. he was the closest thing i could call i friend in this hell. we survived months together before he was taken from me and brought to this other factory building to do HABIT knows what when nobody is looking.
>
>
>
> running with his sweetheart hand in hand away from the horrors and reality of this situation for a neat bang or whatever they do. he’s not worth much to me anymore. doesnt help out, hardly ever leaves her side. the two are always together talking and laughing and im over here being alone andd surviving if this is really what you call surviving
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> its not
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> ihavent eaten in half a year almost but it feels so natural
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> it doesnt feel wrong that my only strength comes from that purplish light just beyond my vision, when i wake up i see the flash, as do all the kids i think, and then i feel strong. i shouldnt be
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> i should me dead
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> my body is so thin
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> i can carress each singular rib
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> i can almost feel my internal organs, begging to be stabbed or cut or removed to give a happy ending to the wretched nightmare.
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> I want to survive, to live on.
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> the cowards here want to escape.
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> thats why the kids are going missing.
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> the coated man is the HABIT testing loyalty, and killing off those weak enough to decline him
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> and that is why I will survive.
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> - L.k"
>
>

### **Xxxxxxxxxx.txt**

File 19 was posted by Rabbit #00 in the Angora chat on March 14, around 5:00pm (EST) It reads:

> *"the HABIT called us all into the large room today.*
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> *had everyone line up in an organized row by row.*
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>
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> *Killed a few kids while walking down to check our posture.*
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> *I was on point as always.*
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> *I could see that slight little grin the HABIT made underneath his matted hair and peircing eyes.*
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>
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> I love that smile.
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> the smile of a god that knows who his true desciples are.
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> The person a few down from me dropped, screaming. the HABIT stood over them laughing as spiders pulled out in masses from their now bursting eyeballs. Blackish goo began to drip from their mouth as the scream became more muffled and the kid was silent.
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> Always look the HABIT in the eyes, never dark vision, no matter what horrors you see in those beautifully hellish pupils.
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> We all stood at attention, like perfect little soldiers, marty and his girl included.
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> "GOOD EVENING, MY RABBITS."
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> I take the term "rabbits" to be a perfect depiction of us. frightened caged rabbits, ready to die at the drop of a pen, ultimately being fodder for the hawk, or the farmer. It was perfect.
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>
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>

> "GOOD EVENING, MY RABBITS. IT HAS BEEN WELL OVER SIX MONTHS NOW AND I AM PLEASED TO SAY THAT I AM UTTERLY DISGUSTED AT HOW FAR YOU HAVE ALL COME. YOU ARE ALL SICK AND DEPRAVED. YOU ARE ALL MEANINGLESS, DIRTY, DISGUSTING, UTTERLY IN-HUMANISTIC FUCKERS. I LOVE IT, BUT YET, I SEE NONE OF YOU SURVIVING. ALL OF YOU, EACH AND EVERY SINGLE ONE OF YOU ARE A CORPSE. A ROTTED FUCKING SACK OF MEAT THAT CAN SCREAM WHEN I STICK IT. IT'S TIME TO BE MORE THAN THAT. THIS IS YOUR FINAL TRIAL, TASK, REQUEST. YOU WANT TO ESCAPE , BUT THERE IS NO ESCAPE, THERE IS NO SALVATION, THERE IS NO EDEN. THERE IS ONLY ME.
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> I AM YOUR GOD. I AM YOUR LEADER, YOUR FATHER, YOUR TEACHER, YOUR EVERYTHING.
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> I CALL THE SHOTS, AND THIS IS THE FINAL SHOT.
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> WHEN THE LAST RABBIT STANDING CALLS OUT, I WILL ANSWER THAT CALL. I WILL PULL YOU FROM THE FIRE AND SHOW YOU THE LIGHT OF THE WORLD BEYOND.
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> WHEN THERE IS ONE LAST RABBIT STANDING, THEY MAY LEAVE.
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> THIS IS WITHOUT A DEAD LINE.
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> YOU CAN BE HERE FOREVER, OR YOU CAN TRAIL OUT THE BLOODIED FOOTSTEPS OF THOSE YOU CALL FRIENDS.
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> KILL OR BE HERE FOREVER.
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> YOUR CHOICE, RABBITS."
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>
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> The HABIT laughed and vanished, leaving us all stunned, shaking.
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> I looked over at Marty, who had been looking at me.
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> For the first time in months, I saw that friendship in his eyes, that call to arms.
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>
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> It was then that I knew
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> there was one outcome to all of this,
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> Marty, myself, and his girl sitting in a circle, wondering why we could never strike the other.
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> and for a second, I was perfectly fine with that.
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> Do I regret it, no.
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> Not really.
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> It's nice surviving.
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>
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> All three of us, in this room, them telling stories, me retelling stories.
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> I don't want it to change.
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> I'm fine here.
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> - L.k."
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### **Xxxxxxxxxxx.txt**

File 20 was posted in the Hidden One chat on March 26 at 10:05 pm (EST). It reads:

> *"it has only been a day and we still hear the screaming.*
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>

> *it is getting louder and more brutal by the minute but one thing greatly concerns me.*
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>
> we all slept last night, all of us, to keep warm. we all woke up this morning, but only I complained about the flash getting brighter. that purplish flash that hides away in our eyes. I have it, marty has it, even his girl has it.
>
>

> but only I said anything about it's strange intensity today.
>
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> It had to be my loyalty, the HABIT recognizing me as its own, and yet it spoke to us as lesser beings, and being worthless.
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>
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> perhaps the HABIT was right. i'm not killing anybody right now, i haven't killed anybody in these last six months.
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> im not loyal at all.
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> the vision, the man in the coat, Mr. Salvation?
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> he
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> Marty just came over to see what i was doing.
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> i didn't show him, couldn't.
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> they can't find these.
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> these are my private thoughts not theirs
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>
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> this is what keeps me going, these recounts.
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> when we're dead and gone, others will find this, surely, they will see what happened here.
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>
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> i wanted this.
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> i want this.
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>
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> i
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> iiiiiiiiiiiiii"
>
>

### **Xxxxxxxxxxxx.txt**

File 21 was posted in the Hidden Ones chat on March 26 at 10:24 pm (EST). It reads:

> *"a week since welcoked our seves in here and its getting harder and harder to wake up everytmorning and now tear their fucking throats out*
>
>

> *i cant even look at the screen anymore everything is just hurting me my eyes, the flash, its all getting worse i can feel this omnipresent pain that just wont go away but marty and his girl they dont feel lthis they dont know what im going through*
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> *they're hapy with this situation*
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> *together forever*
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> *with liam on the side*
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> *as always*
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> *always*
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> *kciking me to the fucking curve i cant begin to even comprehend how this would ever work i dont want to die but i do not want to survive here with them and i refuse to every one else is dying outside and i just want to sit in silence and live*
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> thats all i wnt i would give up everything i havve everything just to walk out of these  dooors
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> they dont mean much to me right now i just want to
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> they're sohappy together and im here alone andi never wanted this
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> iwanted to be free be alive
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> i wanted and still want to live and love and die and that just wont happen with these two.
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> it just will not ever happen while they still live and breathe
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> i want to survive
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> i want to let HABIT know that I am worth something
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> I am something
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> im n0t n0thing.
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>
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> that is why i killed him
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> i had to there was
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> n0 0ther way"
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