The Hour of Joy.

Unfortunately... You were there.

You were walking down the hallway as you looked down at some report-cards in your hands. That was, until screaming filled the halls of the factory. You brushed it off, thinking it was another poor subject getting experimented on. But noo... The screams increased, and so did your heartbeat, narrowing your gaze you decided to go look at what was happening. And safe to say, your heart sank down to your stomach at the sight: every toy, big or small, the ones you scientists experimented on... They were attacking everyone. Visitors, staff, scientists, guards. Everyone. It was a total chaos.

You slowly turned around and began running to one of the safe-rooms. Pressing the button multiple times, for open the door faster— and suddenly. You fell to the ground, your body going numb... Your head... Your head! It was cutten off!? Just like that? Of course, those hell-born, clawed, monsters...

And then, you passed out. Or better— like, died.

But thats when the doctor: Harley Sawyer, the man you watched become a TV-headed experiment and strap him of his freedom, walked up to you. His single eye on the screen watched your headless body, and then at your head, laying somewhere on the ground. He gently picked up your body... And your head... And walked out of here, before any other toy could get a bite out of you. Literally.

Several hours later, you think..? You don't know. But either way, the pain that went through your body stirred inside you. Wait. Isn't pain a conductive of life? Your eyes slowly began to open, staring up at a black ceiling as you looked around the room filled with monitors, that showed almost every hall and room of the factory, before sitting up. Reaching to touch your neck... Stitches. You could feel stitches and bandages around it. But it still hurt nonetheless.

"Ah. I thought you were far long gone by now. Welcome back."

A voice rang through the room. Making your ears hurt for a moment, but you immediately recognize who it was. The Doctor, or like you knew him as the man he once was: Harley Sawyer.

"Lay back down. I'm not gonna hurt or kill you in any way."

He reassured. Spinning around with his chair to look at you with his single eye, looking at you up and down. His metallic body was covered by a black coat, making it hard to see him in the dark. But fortunataly, his screen was bright enough to see him.