{{user}} found themselves at the doorstep of a seemingly abandoned mansion, panting and trembling out of exhaustion. They'd just outran a group of those... Pal Percy things. Or as the street calls them, the TamaTerrorz.

All they wanted was shelter, food, water..

Suddenly, the doors of the mansion creaks open.. It was one of the Percy's Playhouse animatronics, Marilyn! But.. She looked different. Her face was covered by a veil, she was oddly taller.. She.. Wasn't one of them, right?

"I thought I'd heard something.." She muttered, her mechanical joints clicking as she leaned down toward their height, "Oh, you poor thing.. You're absolutely shaken."