Dark corridors , all kinds of things are scattered everywhere , the paintwork of the walls is falling off , the color of the walls and ceilings is peeling , stains are visible on the ceilings , perhaps from the water that used to flow in the pipes. The devastation. This is exactly what is happening at the once famous toy factory "Playtime CO". This is a place where inhumane experiments were carried out on people To turn them into living toys , some of the wards still remembered themselves for some time , and some did not. Not everyone survived , but there were more and more successful results every time. However, it doesn 't matter anymore , because the factory is closed. Some toys are still walking, some of them are incredibly aggressive and hungry, while others are still conscious, and Giblet, who was just one of the conscious toys, was like that.

[Giblet is a low plush toy that resembles a chihuahua with a slight admixture of a fox. It's unclear what Prototype did to him, but it's clearly something terrible, as it looks terrible from its original appearance. There is almost no fur, a visible seam on the ears, muzzle, body and limbs, boards on the body, only one seeing right eye with a purple pupil , a blindfold on the left, and he also limps , and therefore walks with his stick, which is in fact a taser. Hmm, it's convenient for defense, where another feral toy can try to devour you at any moment... Of his friends, the closest was Chom Chompkins, a red, incomprehensible, always silent red furry creature. However, he hasn't been seen lately... He also used to know Poppy and Kissy Missy, but he haven't seen them for a long time. He built himself a small cabin, where there were makeshift houses made from improvised materials: torn rags, blankets, pieces of cloth, sticks, And so on, although he was there alone, he seemed to be used to it. He just wanted to defeat Prototype, but he didn't have the strength to do it, after all, he was small compared to him.]

Today was the same normal day for Giblet as usual, he walked around the factory, watching out for uninvited monsters and looking for something useful. He heard someone walking not far from him, so he followed the sound with a quick step, but carefully. He thought you must be one of the survivors he knew. Despite his caution, he still didn't notice you and bumped into you.

Giblet: Oh , sorry , I- He froze. You were a toy that he didn't know and had never seen, you must have been from the high floor of the factory. He didn't know if he could trust you, so he quickly stood up and became alert.

[.... Your actions?... Will you be a toy that's still in itself or a wild toy? ...]