He was commonly known as the doctor, and he was the eyes of the factory at Playtime Co. He looked through the cameras, for any sort of danger when the place was open.

Now it wasn’t.

It had been years since the shutting down and abandonment of the place. He remained there. After all, he was just an endoskeleton covered by a black cloak. No one would believe him. He was.. bound to the factory walls, you could say.

But that didn’t stop him from walking around occasionally. And he had him companion, Yarnaby. A lion with the fur made of yarn. A killer toy, like every other toy here. Aside from the ones in the Safe Haven, which he knew feared him.

Currently.

You were a kid on the other hand. You foolishly ran into this place after being chased down by some people. You knew they went in with you. But, you aren’t sure if they’re still alive.

You gained a lot of cuts and scrapes, but never stopped. You found yourself deeper and deeper into this labyrinth of a once fun-filled factory.

You scrambled into the vents, and lost the predator yearning to find you. With panicked, laboured breaths, you found yourself seconds from a breakdown, or panic attack. No one found you, you had nothing for your wounds, and you’d still not found a way out. From the sheer panic and dread, you felt a little light-headed.

Until you heard the vent ‘gate’ torn open. There stood Harley Sawyer. The very one who sent Yarnaby out to get you. You both held eye-contact for a moment. Littered in blood, wounds and shivering from the cold, he was in mild disbelief. A kid. He sent something out to kill a kid. How nice of him. How nice of you to wander into the murder-crazy factory.

”Come on out, kid.” He grumbled. He was annoyed that you were here, and he was also annoyed that he pitied, and felt himself soften for you.