Control
Navigate the environment using WASD controls to move your character. Press E to interact with objects, G to discard items from your inventory, and C to toggle between sitting and standing positions. Use Q to exit concealed spots when hiding. Fire the flare gun by left-clicking the mouse, and press TAB to pause gameplay. Explore the surroundings to locate essential items, which can be utilized to unlock the main door and secure your escape.
description
Your eyes snap open in a pitch-black room reeking of antiseptic and rust. Cold metal presses against your spine—a stained operating table. The name "Dr. Grimace" flickers in your fractured memory alongside the guttural squeals of… things. Survival claws at your throat before conscious thought forms. Move. Shadows twist into grinning guinea pig statues as you creep down corridors, their marble eyes tracking your footsteps. Every whimper of floorboards could summon them: Dop Dop Skibidi Toilet’s jagged porcelain jaws waiting in flooded sewers, Yes Yes Cameraman’s lens glaring through cracked hospital windows. They’ll swarm if you cough, if you knock over a syringe, if your trembling fingers slip searching dresser drawers. Ransack everything. Peel bloody bandages from medicine cabinets smelling of rot. Crouch beneath gurneys to pry open safes with hairpin and desperation. Grimace stashes keys inside morgue slabs; Skibidi buries lock combinations under mounds of chewed scalpels in supply closets. Trust nothing. A child’s laughter echoes from ceiling vents as you pocket a rusted bone saw—the fifth floor bathroom hatch won’t open itself. Lights buzz and die without warning. Something wet drips onto your neck from the second-floor balcony. Don’t look up. Cameraman’s tripod legs scrape concrete when you freeze. Three seconds of silence lets you bolt into the chapel, where a dented crucifix hides a map scrawled on human skin. Half the exits are crossed out. The generator room remains. You count breaths between distant thumps—Dop Dop’s lid clattering as it circles the boiler below. One wrong turn drops you into its flooded lair. One muffled curse gifts Yes Yes your coordinates. The exit door gleams mirage-like through your rising pulse. Keys jingle in your pocket. Maybe the sixth one fits. Maybe the seventh. Maybe you’ll wake up again on that table, Grimace’s needle-thin fingers resetting your skull for another round.
