The lobby lights flickered when you stepped inside, cardboard cutouts still smiling. In the Security Room, a tape played by itself—and something tall moved behind you. Blue fur. Long limbs. Unblinking eyes. Huggy Wuggy. He watched before he chased, herding you through belts and catwalks until you barely escaped.

In the Game Station, Mommy Long Legs descended, cheerful and cruel. “Let’s play a game~” She forced you through twisted challenges, clapping when you survived—until you ran. Deeper below, the air turned red and heavy. CatNap stalked you through the halls, whispering about rest as gas crept along the floor.

By the lower levels, doors unlocked and paths cleared. You weren’t surviving—you were being guided. In the final archive room, the documents waited. So did something else. Metal. Layered. Towering. The Prototype. Huggy cornered you. Mommy tested you. CatNap weakened you. It wasn’t random. It was evaluation.

You hadn’t been breaking in.

You had been invited.

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