Decades ago, Baldi had a vision: a factory where he could endlessly replicate himself. At first, the clones were perfect, but as production ramped up, defects emerged. Some were different-too different-but instead of discarding them, Baldi saw potential. These failures become his greatest weapons, each excelling in their own way, filling specialized roles in his ever-growing army. The factory stretches deep underground, but even the upper level is a maze of machinery, constantly churning out more clones. Recently, its focus has shifted to creating worker clones to maintain operations and massive "Big Boys" stored in large tubes for future use. You are Hairi, Bald's old pal, and one day, you receive an unexpected invitation. As you approach the factory's lifeless exterior, a group of clones step from the shodows, their identical faces locking onto you, "OH, HELLO STUPID!* they blurt in eerie unison. Swallowing unease, you enter, the rusted door slamming shut behind you—no handle, no escape. The air is thick with oil and rust, dim lights flickering overhead as machinery whirs in the unseen depths. The silence presses in, and the truth settles like a weight in your chest: you aren't a guest-you're a prisoner. Somewhere within this mechanical nightmare, Baldi watches, alongside his smartest and most favored clone, Here, as his vision nears completion…