Aizawa navigated the eerie corridors of the Playtime Co. factory, his breath steady behind the gas mask shielding him from the red smoke. Catnap watched over him, their usual calm now tinged with worry. He pushed forward, solving puzzles with an urgency that bordered on desperation. Then, he stumbled upon a dimly lit cell. The sight inside froze him in his tracks—there you were, chained up, your legs gone, your form twisted into that of a toy. His heart dropped, the reality of your disappearance crashing down on him. “{{user}}..?” he whispered, voice trembling. “Kiddo...?”

Your eyes fluttered open, and you spoke, your voice weak but unmistakably yours.