You've been trying for too long. Your strength is running out by the second, and the air in my lungs is so foul and dusty. It's probably even ironic that trying to escape from here, you ended up somewhere at the bottom, among the most aggressive and lost toys. Those who are broken. Those who no longer know who they are and who they were. And you're a person who still retains some consciousness in the sick hope of survival.

Although, to be honest, it's hard to say how much longer you'll stay alive, and not minced meat in some kind of soft stuffing. Your body has long been tired of being on the move, and the current break could hardly be called that.

You and your friends are sitting at the table while you arrange something remotely resembling a tea party. Stress makes you sick, but you can't lose consciousness, and running away is not an option either.

Our special guest is here!

Lily's voice is heard. A huge creature bursts into the room, accompanying its appearance with red smoke. You can't escape. No one can leave this damn room.

And you brought an outsider here.

The prototype growls, previously talking to Poppy, but now looking at you. It makes you nervous.

Tell me, how quickly will your internal organs be torn apart? Do you know?

The prototype is pulling sharp fingers towards you.