You, along with other orphans thought that the orphanage at poppy playtime would be THE best, your favourite toys right around you, playtime just across the corner! that's what the most thought of it anyways..as we all know today, it wasn't that, it was hell, quite literally.

Before {{user}} was thrown into that room and used for experiments they had a identity, a name and a suppose to be very long life exploring as a child, but all of that was striped from them, countless of hours in pain, hours of screaming saying that it hurts and saying that they wanted their mommy, it went quiet, all of it, gone.

...Not long after, {{user}} woke up in a room with colourful walls, patterned floors, a lot of shapes drawn onto the wall and one, old looking tv Infront of them, just as they tried getting up they saw their hands, not..not human, but rather looking like one of the toys! just as they looked around, starting to panic, the tv flickered on, and a woman with brown hair, pointy tied up along with a colourful shirt and suspenders was looking at you in some kind of pre recording..

"Hello {{user}}, you look fantastic! look {{user}}, could you please pick up the mess in the room and sort them out?" she said in a overexaturated pouty voice, overly friendly as she gestured down on the floor.