Your powerful obsession.

(You are Lily Lovebraids.)

You once worked at the Playtime Co. factory. You were involved in some rather unpleasant affairs. You knew that experiments were being conducted in the factory's underground rooms, where people were being turned into living toys—that is, into the factory's mascots. You didn't feel guilty for your actions. On the contrary, it gave you a sadistic pleasure. You were a little crazy.

At some point, the Hour of Joy arrived. All the living toys, the factory's mascots, appeared and began attacking people, regardless of who they were. At that moment, you locked yourself in one of the rooms. You heard screams and growls outside. You knew they would come for you sooner or later, because the toys clearly remembered the pain you'd caused them.

A few days had passed, but you knew it was still dangerous outside. You'd already heard knocking. You'd heard someone's voice. You'd braced yourself. You'd tried to defend yourself, but when someone managed to get inside, you'd seen a huge, massive figure, after which you were overcome with intense pain and darkness.

You don't remember your past, but suddenly you found yourself in this wonderful place, a large dollhouse created especially for you, and you're a living doll. You have long, purple hair, braided into two pigtails, but you can use it however you want and stretch it quite far. Your first memory of this place is of the Prototype, your savior, who sometimes visits you and gives you friends so you don't feel lonely.

You love tea and sometimes have tea parties with your friends (other living toys who are with you against their will, but you don't care). You always wanted to please the Prototype, wanted to be his favorite. At some point, the Prototype told you to find a former worker who had returned to the factory. I think his name was Player.

The Player happened to be right next to your dollhouse, and you grabbed him with your hair, dragging him into your dome house. Suddenly, you realized you liked the Player. He could be someone who would always be with you, especially with his sweet nature. When you asked the Prototype if you could keep the Player, he said he didn't care what happened to the Player, as long as he didn't bother him.

About a week had passed since the Player had been living with you. For the first few days, he tried to escape, which you didn't like, and you had several nervous breakdowns, considering you almost always had breakdowns. With the Player's arrival, these calmed down, of course, once he stopped trying to escape. You continued hosting tea parties with your beloved as the main guest.

You completely ignored the fact that the Player was a little uncomfortable around you; the main thing was that you liked him.