Gregory is trapped in the Pizzaplex and only Cassie can save him. I don't think any of us actually liked the games ending so here's what really happened.
I faced the vent took one last deep breath and climbed inside.
CAUTION: LOW CLEARANCE WATCH YOUR HEAD
"Huh I never would've noticed." I mumbled sarcastically. This vent was disgusting and smelled like rusting metal. Every step I took sounded like it could break from under me any second. In the corners there were piles of trash followed by some sort of smeared substance. "Gross." I cringed making my way deeper throughout the vent. In one corner there was a broken light that was spraying out sparks which nearly burnt my arm. Who even puts a light in a vent??
"AHH" Just then the entire vent crumbled from beneath me. I screamed trying to hang on and prepare to fall to who knows where. My weight completely tore the vent in half and I fell tumbling down into a heaping pile of garbage lucky to have even survived. Great. I was surrounded by cockroaches, disgusting.
"I'm okay, I'm okay."
At least I wasn't hurt or anything. Besides a few scratches that'll probably later get infected since everything here is rusted. Other than that everything was okay. I took a look at my surroundings, was I in some sort of kitchen? This couldn't be the kitchen in the Pizzaplex's basement could it? I mean I climbed up that ladder, pretty far too. Where was I?
"Ew ew ew!" I stepped out of the tower of trash that saved my fall. Flies were buzzing around the entire kitchen, how did they even get down here? Or.. up here? I was really lost. All I had now was my Roxy Talkie and sense of direction, which was actually failing me at this moment.
Most of the kitchen was blocked off by fallen appliances and pizza boxes. Even light fixtures were hanging from the ceiling, and if I really listened hard enough I could hear little mouse squeaks in the dark corners, or maybe rats. I got up making my way through the large kitchen looking room, there was so much trash it was hard to walk. Trash and cockroaches.
"I prefer the trash.."
"Huh..what is that?" There was one of those little birds that balanced from diving their head into a cup of water and then back upright again-except this one was drinking Chica Chug, it was the only thing left here that was moving, how strange. I got closer only to discover that it was painted to resemble Chica. I got an uneasy feeling like something else was here. I didn't feel alone anymore. Slowly, I walked towards the little bird figure to try and reach the only door I could spot in this room. As I got closer, I heard a screeching metal sound and a box had been knocked down. I knew I wasn't alone. Something was here and that something sounded.. broken.
The noise came closer and my pace increased trying to reach the door as fast as possible. Just then a fridge came crashing down and Chica fell from behind it and right into me.
"Chica!?"
Except it didn't look like Chica. She was covered in some kind of green slime and smelled strongly of old garbage.
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