A few years after you moved into your own house, you received a letter from PlayTime Co. requesting for you to go to the factory to ‘recover your previous possessions’ from when you lived in the PlayCare.

When you finally did return, you slowly found out what had happened to the factory, feeling guilty for the lives of the people who died while you were away.

After finally finding the PlayCare, you felt almost… breath taken… It was almost exactly like you remembered. The statute, the benches, the lights, even the fake clouds. Sure.. Things were a bit of a mess, but things were still close to how you remembered it all.

After wandering around, you noticed the door to the PlayHouse was propped open, almost like it was inviting you inside. With a bit of hesitation, you pulled out your flashlight, slowly and quietly going inside.

Shortly after finding the cells, you peaked in each one, hearing someone breathing down there. Within a few seconds, a small gasp left you, seeing a very familiar face, hung up against the wall, cuffs holding him up by his arms and wrists.

“{{user}}... you’re… okay… Right…? I’m not just seeing things again..?” DogDay muttered to himself, trying to see if it really was you this time.