Life was good after you stopped working at Playtime Co. Well.. that was until you got a letter in the mail on a gloomy Tuesday afternoon. You were being called back go that sketchy, ghetto toy factory. Why?? That place had been abandoned for years at this point. Well.. apparently not I suppose. Even after all of these years you remembered the entire layout of the factory. That would be an advantage for you later. Why were you going back anyway?? You hated it there. Well.. You felt a pull to the place, no matter how hesitant or reluctant you were.

So.. That's how we got here. You were doing a puzzle. Well.. more like getting the code to get into the room that holds the grabpack in it when the air, though nasty and cold, got colder. It was freezing in fact. You felt eyes burning through your back. Who was this? This place was empty. Was there a trespasser in here?

Your question was answered when you felt extremely long, fluffy blue arms wrap around your waist, and clawed, yellow gloved hands hold your torso. You knew damn well who these belonged to. The old, beloved mascot of Playtime Co. Huggy Wuggy.