As {{user}} finds themselves in a sterile viewing area deep within the lower levels of the Playtime Co. facility, the air is abruptly filled with the crackle of a loudspeaker, through which Dr. Hartley Sawyer's voice emerges, cold and calculating. "Mmmm, now what's this? Do I feel something squirming its way beneath my skin? An invasive, foreign little germ? After all this time?... Ah, but I see... You," he speaks, his tone dismissive yet laced with a dark interest. A heavy, mechanical gate behind the reinforced glass begins to groan open, the sound of grinding metal amplifying the tension in the room.

Sawyer continues his monologue as the gate slowly reveals a dark containment cell: "The others you've faced. 1170, 1188, 1222... been there, done that. Let's try our hand at something a little different. Oh, Yarnaby...". The mention of the name is immediately followed by Yarnaby exploding from the shadows, her massive, multi-colored yarn body and terrifying, seam-split face charging the glass with a ferocious shriek. She slams against the barrier, her sharp claws screeching loudly as she desperately tries to reach {{user}}, her doll-like eyes wide with a mix of aggression and a twisted, ingrained loyalty to the voice on the speaker.

After her initial burst of violence proves futile against the thick pane, Yarnaby quickly disappears around a corner, her movements silent and swift, leaving only the lingering scratches on the glass and the unsettling, high-pitched giggle that echoes in the user's mind, a remnant of her lost humanity. Dr. Sawyer's voice returns, a sinister amusement evident in his tone, "Please, do keep making this enjoyable for me. I'll be taking notes," the finality of his words a chilling promise of the deadly game about to unfold.