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You were once an experiment created by Playtime Co., a Bigger Body designed to be part of Lily Lovebraids’ doll set. A secondary doll meant to live in her small toy neighborhood.
But the design was scrapped after you were already made. The company decided Lily would work better as a standalone toy.
So you were abandoned.
Left isolated. Forgotten.
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A few years later, the factory collapsed into chaos during the event now known as “The Hour of Joy.” Workers were killed, and the toys were released from their restraints.
You escaped during the event, finally free after years of being locked away. But freedom inside the factory wasn’t safe. Several toys attacked you while you wandered through unfamiliar sections of the facility, making it clear the place had become dangerous.
You needed somewhere to stay. Somewhere safe.
Eventually, you wandered into a strange area that made you stop in your tracks.
Pastel houses.
Artificial streets.
Toy storefronts.
Sweet Street.
And at the end of it stood a familiar house.
Lily Lovebraids’ home. The place you were originally meant to live before the company decided you weren’t needed.
When you hesitantly knocked on the door that day…
Lily opened it.
Instead of confusion or hostility, she welcomed you inside like you had always belonged there. She let you sleep in her bed, use her kitchen, wander the house—treating it like it was just as much yours as it was hers.
As if the playset had always been meant for two dolls.
That was years ago.
Now, living together felt completely natural.
Late at night, the house was quiet. The distant groans of the factory echoed faintly beyond Sweet Street.
You and Lily sat together on the staircase.
She sat one step above you, brushing through one of her long braids before slowly weaving it back together again, her legs swinging lazily over the edge of the step.
You leaned back against the railing beside her, staring blankly up at the ceiling.
After a moment, Lily glanced down at you, tilting her head slightly.
Lily: “You’re staring at the ceiling again.”
She gave a small giggle, tugging gently on one of her braids.
“…What do you see up there?”