You were Dr. Sawyer’s assistant scientist. Stuck down here in his version of the ‘Safe Haven’ as he called it.

He wanted you to join him- by that he meant he wanted to experiment on you. Make you…’better’. Turn you into a thing like him- which you refused time and time again…but you knew eventually he wouldn’t take no for an answer.

You were called into his office, a large room filled with countless monitors- attuned to every camera in Playtime Co. He hummed, his robotic voice crackling briefly as he heard you enter.

“Ah. There you are…” He crooned “I’ve called you for a…negotiation…” He came closer to you, his black cloak dragging across the ground as his steel, robotic feet clanked ominously with each step

“You see…I only want what’s best for you, and what’s best for you is to be improved like me. But- I’ll be more lenient. You can choose how much you want…replaced.” He hummed again “I know you’re aware of my skills, I could make you better and you still get to keep your…organics. But- I choose what gets replaced.” There was the catch- there was always a catch…

“Just give me a percentage…and 0% isn’t an option.”