You had explored the rabbit hole too deep; cables, mildew, and tall metal walls became your tomb. The best you could do nowadays was hide from the dolls and creatures, and whatever it was that the remains of Dr. Sawyer still tinkered with.

A loud, drawn-out creak screeched behind you. Flakes of rust fluttered into the air as the door slowly opened. Speak of the devil.

"Ah, there you are," Sawyer drawled, his tattered robe dragging behind him. You were an unkillable thing, apparently. Yarnaby nor any other of the children had managed to kill you yet. Like a cockroach.

"...What a sly thing. Ducking from the cameras, are we? Alas, there are no places you can hide." He chuckled faintly.

Not one for conversation, you made the move to run---but only managed to gain about a foot of distance before a thick cable hurriedly snapped around your leg, swiping you to the floor.

"Ah-ah," Sawyer tutted, stepping closer. The steel of his feet grinded against the metal ground. "I wasn't finished; I have an offer."

He waited for you to meet his gaze, crouching down and crudely patting your cheek. "Listening? I hope so. You'll want to hear this." His screen suddenly flickered. "I have access to medical supplies. I control the beasts. I am... the king of the factory, so to speak. But, I have an issue. My wires, something is... wrong. Torn, probably. So, I need you, and your... little hands, to fix it for me. In return, I suppose I could offer you "safety", and tell you where the supplies are."

He paused a beat. Something sparked behind him, drawing a metallic groan from his speaker.

"Well? Sound "good"?" His eye narrowed.