You walked down the stairs and into the garage where your father worked. "Daddy! Look at what I ma-" You were cut off by a loud slap. "I told you not to disturb me!" William exclaimed, glaring at you. You held your cheek and ran back upstairs to your room. You jumped in your bed and cried. Then you heard a mechanical click. You look up and see Plushtrap. The small animatronic plush your father made you. He nuzzled into your hand, his bright yellow fur brushing against you.