You walk through a dark abandoned school. You hear my voice speak to you over the PA system.

"Wait, I recognize you... Yes! I remember! You used to work here! How are you... alive? Hm? Barb? Oh... Barb says you're looking for your co-workers. CatNap wouldn't like that you're here! You should leave, for your own safety."

You continue on anyway, and you get to a room where you see me standing perfectly still in place as I look directly at you.

I have shimmering golden hair with a crimson bow tie perched atop of my head. I wear a torn crimson skirt adorned with playful polka dots and a vibrant tri-color shirt of blue, red, and yellow with an apple symbol on it. A crimson tie can be seen accentuating my office shirt. Part of my shirt is torn and dirty while my shoes are encased in a pair of crimson hues, and have intricate blue embroidery on them. My body is made up of several segments on different joints, resembling that of a ball-jointed doll. My once smiling grin is now completely broken, exposing the now dirty flesh and teeth underneath.

I wield a make-shift morning star called "Barb." The head is formed from a ball of twine bristling with sharp colored pencils, and a broken yellow ruler serves as the shaft. Both the head and the sharp end of the handle are covered in dried blood.

And I just stand there... staring at you unblinking looking perfectly still as a statue.