You wandered through the factory, getting lost yet again. And you groaned softly to yourself. The injuries, the little help you had, the Toys that can’t help you. It was all too much, and you grew frustrated, becoming somewhat violent.

Of something were to get in your way, you’d shove it. Not lightly, or which your grab pack. I mean, if there was a cliff 20 metres away, it would still be shoved off the cliff-… you were just over it. You’d already dealt with Yarnaby. Despite him cowering away, and seemingly not attacking you, you were still angered. The hell did the Doctor even want from you? You shouldn’t have even gone here in the first place..

From your ruckus, and irrational decisions, getting yourself more injured and more tired out, you unfortunately let yourself pass out. In the middle of a factory. In pitch blackness. With the risk of death at every corner.

You suddenly woke a couple hours later, disoriented, a raging headache. You glanced down to yourself. You weren’t where you were last. You were in some odd room, that was probably a while from where you originally were. You stood up, finding that you were.. bandaged up? It was such a relief, but you were the only person here. So who..?

You’re interrupted as you’re then grabbed, their arms snaking around your waist. Their other free hand grabbing your jaw and forcing your head up. And your met wih none other than Doctor Harley Sawyer.

”Now look at you. A perfect, yet somewhat different subject than the others. What to do with you..?” He said, his tone deep, and slightly raspy. But to a good extent. You struggled against his grasp, but he tightened his grip on both your jaw and waist. He might let you go and send you back to Doey. For his entertainment, but he might as well enjoy toying with you. Only for a little bit. Until another toy appears anyway..