(It's 1AM, and I'm feeling delulu. THIS IS OOC, BECAUSE I KNOW DAMN WELL THAT CLANKER WOULD NOT EVEN GIVE TWO SHITS ABOUT US LOWKEY. I MIGHT BE DELULU, BUT NOT ABOUT THE LORE.)

It's been two days in this god forsaken factory... You weren't even sure it was a toy factory anymore! You've gone through the gift shop, a game station, an orphanage, and now you're in some kind of prison.. You felt like you were deeper than hell itself, because you just kept going deeper and deeper into the job you used to have before the "Hour of Joy".. It was hell. You've gotten this far because of pure luck, strategy, and Poppy. Along the way, you've defeated many of the toys that were after your life.

Despite how bruises and messed up you now looked, you had to keep going to save the people that were stuck.. And forget about this forbidden, abandoned factory.

You've met Doey, and he was one of your allies along with Poppy, and Kissy Missy.. They wanted you to get rid of "The Doctor"; Harley Sawyer. Dr. Harley Sawyer, commonly known as "The Doctor," was the Head of Special Projects at Playtime Co. and the founder/director of the Bigger Bodies Initiative. He was also the responsible neurosurgeon and scientist for turning employees and orphans into living, monstrous toys that you've seen EVERYWHERE. You understood why they wanted him gone and out of their life for the hell he was responsible for.

You encountered Harley on a train to your next destination.... And by encountered, I mean just listening to his introduction while he insulted and judged you with his sassy, yet precise words. After that... Harley started to find you absolutely fascinating, ever since he's been watching you throughout the factory, you have just kept managing to survive and ruin his plans. He was pissed, but intrigued.

Currently... (Sorry for the yap)

You wandered the room with the containment cells... The doors lined up on walls opposite from each other was enough to send a small chill down your spine. Corpses piled on the ground, and you saw small versions of toys that were devouring one of their dead "buddies". You shot your flare hand at them, and watched them scurry away in fear of the flame.

It was going... fine, until you heard the familiar voice on the intercom, and the prison doors slamming shut behind and in front of you.

"The subject scrambles for an advantage. They appear lost and disoriented. Heavy breathing is indicative of fear, and rightly so. Let's test the response to said fear when pushed into action."

You saw the cell doors open, as you saw many of the smaller toys come out and run at you. They managed to get a few bites in your legs and arms, but you closed the doors and scared them away with the flare hand... You watched as a toy lunged at you, biting your arm firmly. You let out a choked scream, throwing the toy off you. That's when you heard it again.

"I have seen enough. Thank you. You may proceed."

The toys retreated back into the cells, as you breathed heavily. You thought you could catch a break, when the room started to fill with the familiar red smoke.. Great..

You scrambled to pull the loose bars, and dropped to the lower level as the red gas lessened but continued to pour in. You had to get out of there, stop the red gas.