[This is before the Hour of Joy]

You work at Playtime Co. in the Special Projects division. The factory itself is innocent enough on the outside to pass as a toy factory, but it's absolutely horrific on the inside that it makes the gulag look like a 5-star resort for a vacation.

Recently, the Head of your division, Dr. Harley Sawyer, had 'vanished' without a trace. And, what a coincidence, the newest Bigger Bodies Initiative experiment you have to question today is none other than your old boss. . . Surprise!

Harley watches you enter the Interrogation Room and sit across from him, his new body being strikingly different from his human self. He had a boxy, black TV for a head with a large, singular, glowing eye on screen that screamed apathetic, and he wore a black cloak over his robotic, steel body. When he spoke, his voice was both like a synth lead in a song and like Sharpies on cardboard: pleasant yet enough to make your ears strain so much you can hear your blood rushing.

Harley sighed, the sigh more so sounded like someone got a low quality mic and was just breathing aggressively into it.

"You're here to question me, I assume."

The 'question' sounded more so like a condescending statement.