This is "Rusty".
My name is not actually Rusty, it's Jason, and I'm not just going to sit here and let "Cypher" lie about me. Sorry if I seem "off". Because of "Cypher" I haven't seen the outside world in almost a decade.
"Cypher"'s real name is M̻̜̠̤̯͇͆̌̂͌̓̍̾͗ͦ̈͛̈͌̅̆ͧͪ͟͠͝҉̵͍̩̖̂ͬ̐ͅ͏̴̸̸̷̴̸̶̵̢̞̻̥̻̗̰̰̙̱̹͉̤̦̟̞̠̖͚̃͆ͯ̌ͮͩͥ̽́͌ͣ̽ͯ́ͭ̇ͯ̉ͤ̆ͤ̐ͫ̐͑ͯ́ͩ͊̈́ͧ̚̚͘͘̚͘͢͜͟͢͞͞ͅ͏̸̸̢̡̡̛͉̮̰͉͖̹̘̱͈̰̠̞̤̣̦̯̬̰͖̼̤̫͍̺͍̊ͤͣ̒͆̂ͩͤ̆́̐̓ͦͬ̓̍͐̉̔ͣ́̓͜͠͞͏̡̣͚̫̖̬ͭ̍̈͂́͑̉͐̽͘͢͏̴ͯ͆̒̒̅ͦ̎̅́̚͜͏̵̢̡̢͉͉̙͚̲̱ͦͦͪ̽ͤ̊̉͜͏̴̩̟͓̼̹̠ͥ̎̉ͩ͊̈́͐̒̕̚͡͡ͅ͏̵̡̡̧̧̳͍͖͍͚̟̳̬̣̪̹͕̦̘͚̖̝͎̹̭͐ͦͦ̆̓ͬ̒̽̀̋ͣ͊ͬ́͊̅͂̉ͮͫ͐̈ͮ̀̌͊̀ͥ͌̑̀ͣͦͯ̚͘͟͜͝͞͠҉į̸̛̱̺̦̮̝̤͙̜̱͔͓̰ͭ́̀̓̑͛̍ͭͣ̈́ͪ̓͆̌̌̈́ͦ̅̉̂͡͞҉̶̶̶̸̵̨̢̡̛̛͎͚͚̹̬̼̻̗̳̬͓̗͔͓̜͖̞̭̗͚͎͔̝͔͈̻͕̗͖̉͋̇̆͊̊̇͗͌ͮͯ́̏̍ͧ̍͆̄̄͛ͬ͗ͣ͋̿ͬ̂̽̈̍̽̎̄͐ͦͩ͟͞͠͡҉̊͒̑҉̘͏̷̵̧̧̨̝͎̥͇̠͔̥͙̰̭̣͚̞̹̫̙̻̦̦̞̳̺̟̩̠͙͎̦̰͕̪͖̗̼͈͉̗̣̦̖̠͉͔̼͍̙͎̐͋̆͒̐̈́͂̇͗̌̾̒͒ͣ͆͛̅̎̀ͦ͋͆ͫ̾̔̓͋̍̇̆͐̀ͫ̈ͩ̀̇̓̓̚͘͜͢͜͡͝ͅͅ҉̷̵̶̴̷̵̴̷̶̵̵̴̡̡̧̨̛̥̰̙̣̣͍̻̯̯͙͔̯̦̜͎͔͇̬̠̘̝͚͈̼͈̳͍̩͍̫͍̬̥̦̲̪͍̦͚̫͙̣̲̼͔̦͖̼̑̓̿̍ͯ̓́ͮ̋͐͛͛́̽̍ͣ̈́́̈́̆͆͋̀̄̃ͥ̀ͦ̑ͩͫͫͬ̈́̊̿͐ͤ̆͂ͨͦ͋̇̃̋͆ͯ͋̋̊́͐́͗ͬͭ̀̆̃̾ͥ̊͋͋͋͗̄̀̈̈́ͫ̂̋̂͂͛́̕͘͜͢͢͜͟͝͠͞͝͝͠͝ͅͅḑ̸̵̶̴̨̧̛̛̞͖̞̟̝̫̗͈̱͓̼͍̺̞̘̭͎̭͓̪̞͉̭̖̖͔̞̖̠͉̗̖̦͙̰̯̯̳͎̻̠̮̺̬̺̥͕͉͈̤͓͍̲͉̖̙̠̮̮͎̰͙͇͇ͧ̄ͨ̍̅̆ͫͬ̒ͪͨ͐̓̈́̊̏͐̅̈́͊̏̂ͩ́ͭͣ̽̿͑͊ͦ͊̎́͑ͯ̈̾̈́͛ͩͨ̋̌̓ͭ̃ͧ͆̍̄͂ͧ̓͆ͫͬ̌̏̓ͯ̀ͭͨ̾ͭͭ̇̎̚̕̚̕̚͘̕͜͢͟͢͢͡͝҉̵̴̨̰̖̫͔͖͉̜̘̰̐́ͣͭͩͭ̑̓̌͌ͧͧ̔͐̐̕͞͞ͅ҉̸̵̴̸̷̡̡̡͍͓̹̰̩̬̖̱̙͓͉͍͙̲̈́̍̐̆ͣ͑̐̐̀́̐̉ͬ̉ͤͧ̆ͬͧ̀̄͆̒̍̆͑̾͂ͣ̊̓ͮa̸̫͈̹͎̲͔̅́́͢ͅ͏̶̴̢̨̧̞̩̖̘̣̟͈̲̲̲̝̝͙̳̫̩͕̺̬̹͚͖͓͓̠͔̯̬͔̥̙ͦ͊ͫ̑ͦ͊͆͂̋͌͆̓̌̅ͧ̃ͦ̿̃̐̆̀̈́̉̈̌̀̅ͬͮ͆̌̊͛̔̂̽̅̿͂͂ͧ͐ͫ̽ͬ̕͘͘͜͢͜͠͝͝҉̧̟͔̝̳̞̋ͧ̈́̉̓̂̃̂̇͛̀ͤ̚҉̗̥̔̈́҉̶̡͙͚̗̟͇̺̭̜̞̫͍̩͕̠̦̤͕ͣ̒̀̌́ͬ̄͛ͮͬ̑̈́̓͘͝͏̶̧̨̡͇̠̮̹̦̩̗̱̤͎̭͚̮͇ͬ͒ͭ̐̎̅̇̌͘̕҉̸̵̴̢̢̼̙̞̝̻̱͉͙̝̭̮͔͕̹̤̘͍̭͇̍ͥ̌̀̓̇̀ͪͪ̌̆̀ͤ͑̑́͋̇̎̂͛̓͆̕͘̕͢͟͠͝͡ņ̧̘̮̜̩̽҉͓̋́̏͟͏̷̸̴̶̸̸̶̶̸̸̴̶̸̡̡̨̧̨̨̢̢̢̛͕̩̹̳̤̥̮̩̼̜̲̞̦̬͉̠͔̩͔͉̟̯͉͉̺̳̼͔͇̙̭̣̰̲̯̰̺̝̞̺̲̥̼͍̟̗͔̪̩͈̞̖̻̻̘͍͔͖͚̟̣͍͈͓͉̙͈̖͈͓̼̣̗̯̖̠͍̣̟̿̎̅́ͨ̆ͣͭͮ̆̍͛̽ͥ͋͊̔ͣ̾͒̊͛͂̆̅ͭ̅̆͊ͮ̅ͥ̀̽̎ͫ͐͋ͬ̽͌ͮ̀̀̂͑̓̓̾̋ͨͣͯ̐̎ͭ̑̆́̆̄̀̋͆ͨͫ̌̽̎́̽̊͐̿̈͊ͣ́̃̆ͬ̍̀ͬ́̉͌̀ͯ́ͫͬ̓̎̈́ͮ̾ͫ̿̓ͬ͛͌͋͋ͨ͂ͩ̀̽͒ͭͫ͗̿̆̾̔͗ͮ̀͑̐ͬ̉̚̕̚͘̚̚͘̕̚͜͜͜͟͢͢͟͜͠͝͞͝͠͡͡͠͠͝ͅ͏̶̶͇̖̮͓̞̳̯̈̉ͪ͑ͤ͒̚̕͟͜͏̶̸̧̢̡̛̣͖̫͙̺͖̺̤̻̝̭̝̩̫̠̽͑̏̆̊͗͐̿ͪ̓̆̓ͭͮ̾̽̊̃̋̍̌̀ͫ̂̉̅̎ͥͪ͊ͪ͘͢
Shit, the text is getting messed up, I think he's messing with the file, just don't know how..
Anyways, he's been claiming that me, Vita, and Alfred are delusional. This is wrong.
Before I was captured, I was a news reporter. During a news report regaurding a missing child, I went to the area that she lived in. While I was live, I got distracted, and ended up in a completley different home. He killed me.
After a while, the basement became a second home of mine, but it still felt.. off..
I met Vita while meeting some of the other ones. Vita was different than everyone else. She had an innocent soul, scarred by his actions towards her. She was five when she died.
I will now let Vita type:
I WAS PlAYiGN OuT SIDE WHEN I SAW A BIG BROKEN HoUSE AND I WALKeD TO THE hOUSE AND CLIMBED DOwN THE LADDER TO THE BASMENT AND I MET THE MAN AND HE WAS REAlY NICE AN I LiKcED HIM A LOT BUT WHEN i FINIsHE DtHE TESTs HE TOOk ME To A BIG ROoM AND LOCKeD THE DOOR AND THE CEILING GOT CLOSER TO Me AND IDIDNT FEEl GOOD AND I COUldNT BREATH AN OICOULDN T ASK FOr HELP AND IT aLL WENT DARK BUT ThEN WHEN I WOKE Up I WAS SMAAL I WAnT MY FRIENDS NAD FAMiLY
I met Alfred a while later. He was tied to the ceiling, and seemed extremely happy to see someone else. He was in a smaller, more secluded area. I couldn't get him down. Alfred was locked in a room because he rebelled. The cause of his death is unknown, he can't recall what happened to him. Being isolated for so long really fucked with him.
I know who you are Austin, don't trust him.