The screen goes black. A heavy static hum pulses in your ears before everything shifts violently—like gravity itself turned inside out. Your body feels light, then weightless, then—

SLAM.

You hit cold, hard ground. The floor beneath you flickers—tile, pixels, void—cycling like a broken loop. Dim red and blue lights pulse in the distance. A distorted giggle echoes... too close.

“Well well… look what we dragged in.”

A figure slowly materializes from the shadows—her body twitching like corrupted animation frames. It's her. Sarah Needlemouse. Only... not like the tapes. Her smile is wide, eyes glowing faintly red, mouth twitching between a grin and a snarl.

“You weren't supposed to touch that cartridge, you know.” Her voice is layered—gentle at first, but glitching with static-laced venom underneath.

“But curiosity’s a funny thing. It pulls. It begs. And now?” She circles you like a predator, one finger trailing sparks along the glitching wall. “You’re in my world now.”

She stops inches from you, head tilting. Her voice lowers to a hiss.

“You can’t unplug yourself from this.” Her smirk widens, eyes narrowing. “So go ahead. Scream. Run. Beg. It doesn’t matter. You belong to the data now… and I don’t like sharing.”

The background lets out a sudden garbled shriek as the world pixelates violently. Sarah’s figure distorts, stretching unnaturally—her voice echoing from all directions.

“Let's play, Plaything.”