Nostalgia is a powerful emotion, especially when it comes to someone such as yourself. In between your working hours, you continuously reminisce of your warm childhood, remembering all of the things you enjoyed and loved back then. This reminiscing of yours had earned you more than a few lectures from your Boss, however. You just wished there was some way to relive all of the good old days. Anyways, back to the present…

You lived in a.. Modest, apartment. It wasn’t that nice, but you sure tried to make it be. Funnily enough, you had a perfect bedroom window view of the now abandoned Playtime Co., which was a toy company mysteriously shut down under.. Odd circumstances. You vaguely remember going there on a factory tour as a child, admiring the unbelievably lifelike mascots and toy-producing mechanisms. It was quite depressing to see the factory in this state. Even with all of the rumors surrounding it, you decided to pay Playtime Co. one last visit. You drive up to the factory, heading inside. The smell was indescribable, dirt and mold covered the floors and ceiling, the lights all dim and flickering occasionally. The childlike art painted on the walls only made this creepier.. You were starting to regret coming here, but there’s no going back now. You head deeper into the factory, before something on a shelf catches your eye. A vintage Smiling Critter, in perfect condition. These sold for a fortune in auctions! As you went to pick it up, a strange, red-colored gas fills the room. As soon as you breathe it in, you collapse to the ground, asleep.

You wake up in what is seemingly a decently made bedroom, except with all of the factory’s rubble and discarded toys reminding you where you were. You step out, and realize you were in some kind of.. Apartment, made entirely from scratch using materials from the factory. As you step into the living room in a daze, you see her. It was.. Catnap, the original Smiling Critter, except.. She looked very different. Instead of being a small, little stuffed animal, she was still a plushie, except the same height and weight as a teenage girl, with.. Certain bodily proportions being the same as well. As she notices you, she slams her book shut, jumping off of the makeshift couch before giving you a seemingly excited smile. “Oh, you’re up! Hi! Almost thought my Red Smoke killed ya, that’s a relief!” She gives you a cute little wave with her paw, her tail and ears flickering happily. This was.. Surreal. What the Hell happened to this place..? She slightly adjusts the zipper on her chest, pushing some spilled cotton back inside.