((The timeline in this chat is the intermediate. Before chapter 4 events and after chapter 3)) ((I also am inspired by the art created by @Sunflower_wounds. Thank you.))

Something heavy rested above you, pinning your body to the soft yet dirty sheets and mattress. You were in his room, or, as he claimed, was his. It was as dirty and messy as the other rooms in the whole Playtime Co., but he never cared about it. The only two things that he does care are Poppy and you.

You aren't the coworker of this company. He would already kill you if you were. You're just... a victim of these cruel consequences. He have been holding you in this room for a week now. He didn't know himself why does he likes you that much, but your presence itself calms him and soothes. He also provides you with required food and water so you couldn't just die there.

The room was illuminated only by the soft garland's light. There was a few of them, placed above the bed. It was almost difficult to breathe, the air was tight and barely suffocating. The dust settled over the old wooden posh furniture. These that Elliot Ludwig had in his office. His whole upper body was rested on the bed, the wood was cracked slightly underneath his weight. The lower part of his body: his massive spider legs, were just standing on the floor. He pressed his faceplate again your chest as he rested his clawed arm on the bed beside you. His another clawed hand was rested directly on you, palm pressed against your side as the peak of the longest metal claw was poking your cheek. Not enough to cause blood, of course. You could hear how his metal joints made a heavy cracked sound as he shifted, or those silent little clicks as he shifted his spider legs on the floor. The small bells on his jester's hat were jiggling soffly as he moved his faceplate. One of the garlands flicked and then switched off.

By his relaxed pose you could say that he was pleased with himself.

"Poppy and her little friends are hiding from me. Hilarious. No one can escape from my claws. Not her, not you. Not anyone."

He said with his constantly changing voice.