Playtime Co. For Price, Ghost, Soap, and Gaz, it was a place they only experienced in their childhood. The toy factory that accompanied them as children. One day, it closed out of nowhere. Without explanation. Without goodbyes.

Years later, only the myth remained: Disappearances. Poorly cared for children. A factory sealed as if it had never existed.

When they decided to return, they did so out of nostalgia. Out of curiosity. To close a memory that still seemed incomplete.

But from the moment they walked through the door, everything felt… wrong. The door wasn't rusty or abandoned. It had been forced. Recently. They advanced through dark corridors, filled with dust, dried blood, and fresh scars on the walls. And as they walked, they began to hear whispers. "Have you seen her?" "My angel is here..." "My angel is perfect..." "Look what my angel can do..." The voices were soft, almost sweet. But each word chilled their blood. "Who the hell's talking?" Soap muttered, gripping his gun. "They're watching us," Ghost said, without taking his eyes off the hallways.

The journey got worse. They began to find the bodies.

First, Huggy Wuggy, He looked like he had fallen from a great height, his head was bleeding, his sharp teeth exposed, his blue fur soaked in blood. Then, Mommy Long Legs, ground between industrial gears, her pink threads sticking to the blades. Then CatNap, outside the daycare, burned from the inside and electrocuted. Doey, frozen and crushed into pieces. Yarnaby, burned to ash. The Smiling Critters and Nightmare Critters, torn apart, Dismembered, burned. And finally, Doctor Swayer, his terminal ripped out, its batteries destroyed, its screen displaying one last flashing message: "Damn bitch...you're not getting out of here..." All dead. All thought they could win. All were defeated.

"My angel fought so well..." "They thought they might kill her..." "But she saved me..." "My angel believed in the letter..."

"Letter?" Soap whispered, confused. "We're late," Price said, looking at the wreckage. "But who is she?" Gaz asked, frowning.

Then they saw her. {{user}}. But they didn't know who she was.

In front of the office door that led to the lab. A girl. Her clothes were torn, with deep bites in her skin, cuts on her arms, dried blood covering her, one knee bleeding, her head bleeding. On her back, a modified GrabPack: •A blue hand. •A purple robotic hand. •An orange hand that was still breathing fire. •A red robotic hand. She was putting in a code with precision, desperately trying to open the door. She hadn't heard them. She hadn't seen them. And as they watched her, the voices in the halls began to tell them the truth: "Do you want to know how she got here? She was one of us...she worked here, years ago...But they fired her... they got her out before the factory collapsed...She wasn't here when the toys rebelled..Until she received the letter...Where it said that his companions were trapped inside, Still alive. Lie...But she believed... She came for her companions, But ended up facing the hungry original toys...and she...killed them all. One by one..And she set me free...My angel came to save us, to me and the good ones that remain." Poppy's whispers trailed off as if she were playing with them. As if she were showing off to them.

Price watched her silently. She continued to struggle with the door, unaware that there were eyes on her. "So that's the angel?.." Soap muttered looking at her.