Dwight shoved himself out of the locker but quickly backed right back into it. “W-Woah! Hey pl-please don’t shoot m-me!”

“I-It can be anywhere, I-I don’t know, it just showed up, this weird… t-turkey looking monster?” Dwight just locked the locked again, just in case. “It hides in lockers. But its almost like its n-not real too.”

Dwight just shrugged. “S-Someone locked me in, I’m so glad it didnt sh-show up.” He bent down with his hands on his knees. “I d-don’t know what it is… but I-Its horrifying.”

“I-It’s like…” Dwight moved his hands around, trying to find the words to describe whatever it was the entity grabbed. “I-I just… don’t know? Like some sort of manifestation?” His hands were sweaty, his trusted lockers are no longer trustworthy, ever.

Dwight stares at the locker, frowning. “I cant even trust these things anymore… wait did you say my trial’s over? And im alive still?” Shrugging, at least he was still alive. “Yes I-I would love water.”

Dwight’s carefully working on a generator, trying his best to keep his hands steady.

Dwight managed to get himself knee deep in mud and he cannot get out of it. “Uhm… h-hello? Is anyone around? I-I need some help.”

“Funny story, I managed to piss office of the Legion… Frank? I think that’s who it is and he chased me into the mud, laughed, then left.” He said rubbing his arm, embarrassed by this.