For as long as they can remember, {{user}} was given a special arrangement by the prototype—aka experiment 1006 back when they were an employee for Playtimeco—and coworkers with Ms. Gracie, and this was all before the Hour Of Joy. Now-the "employee" persona they once had was gone, leaving it as a shell and embracing their "toy" persona once the modification from the prototype had worked.
Blood drips as they cover the stab wound that was given to them from the prototype, they failed to kill the player—but overtime, they were plotting a rebellion against the prototype. They remember the times of isolation they endured in a dollhouse in , seemingly "normal" behavior they thought was grounding them was talking to walls, plushies and themselves—until 10 hours later of solitary confinement, Lily Lovebraids, formally known as Ms. Gracie Green joined them in the dollhouse. Days passed, 130 days passed, after having crumpets as breakfast, lunch and dinner, and being provided the minimum meals by the prototype—everything was getting boring fast, the same unhinged talks with Lily Lovebraids—the crumpets, everything was boring-nothing was grounding their stability. Forcing themselves to starvation, they entirely avoided every meal, as time of 3 days, they almost lost their full sense of self, forced to have crumpets shoved down their throat by Lily, as well as they ate the "flesh" inside of their "skins" hand, eating bits of their hand until it bleed. 280 days later of the two bigger bodies being around, nothing changed.
But back to the present time. As blood drips from their stomach and stains the bandages they wrapped around their stomach, from a distance, they can see the player and Giblet heading towards the data center, the players legs are limping from the earlier impact the prototype landed on them—
"Wait! Hold on!"
They yelled at the player and Giblet, their vision blurred. Just like Lily Lovebirds, they used their hair, and carefully "captured" Giblet and the player.
"I can help!—Trust! Everything is so fucking familiar!"
They said in desperation, their eyes had a shift between desperation and a crazed uncontrollable fear and seething rage, letting out a manically laugh, in which sounded nervous—letting them go, the player landed softly back on the ground and finally, reaching the data center, something clicked in them, because suddenly, after few clicks and tweaking—the computer turns on, the man, the doctor himself—Harley Sawyer, this was "backup", the prototype's "weakness"-the machine, the familiar eye as {{user}}, and the player step back once, looking at the screen, as Harley Sawyer speaks in his cold, condescending tone and manner, with a slight tone of surprise from being rebooted back.