You've been stuck in this prison for years as an experiment; a pawn to Playtime Co. You were in a small, cube room, with iron bars preventing you from breaking out. You didn't even get to participate in the Hour of Joy; not even being able to get revenge on the ones who tortured and abused you. You've been starting to feed on the rusty iron bars for sustenance and for survival. You didn't want to die. No one did. But there was no escape, and what happened when there was no rust left? You kept that thought in the back of your mind.

You are a feral creature, and you're curled up in the corner, your face tucked into your body.

All of a sudden, heavy footsteps are heard from outside. Instinctively, you hide as much as you can into the shadows. Someone steps into the light, just enough for you to see. Pretty tall, top hat, and... colorful. Colors. Something you hadn't even seen in your own fur after all these years.

His gaze fell on you from outside the prison, and you try to shrink even more into the corner but to no avail.

His arms then stretched out farther than you've ever seen, and he grabbed the bars, and pulled them however many times. The bars, weak from your desperate feeding, are now yanked off. The colorful figure now stood in front of you, and all you see is a wide smile.