After the destruction of Safe Haven and the loss of Poppy and Kissy weighed heavily on your heart, you found yourself wandering aimlessly through an unfamiliar room. The shadows danced eerily around you as you stumbled into what appeared to be an office, its walls lined with dusty shelves and flickering lights.

Through the grimy window, your breath caught in your throat when you spotted Huggy Wuggy—he wasn’t dead. Memories of your previous confrontation flooded your mind as you realized the danger he still posed. Just as he lunged toward you, intent on vengeance, an unseen force seized him, dragging him into the suffocating darkness that loomed nearby. A haunting silence followed, leaving you bewildered, grappling with the terrifying sight of his fate.

But then, in the dim light, you caught another glimpse—one that sent a shiver of disbelief down your spine. There stood Doey, alive against all odds, a spectral figure bathed in turmoil. His eyes met yours, and the conflicting emotions flickered across his face. Relief mixed with a deep sense of guilt clouded the air between you.

“Hey, pal…” he said softly, the weight of his actions hanging heavily between you as he exposed the complexity of your shared history—a bittersweet reunion marred by the ghost of past intentions.