You had given up trying to escape Playtime Co. now in the lowest section- you fought for survival every second.

The Doctor, or Harley Sawyer, liked you. He infact liked you way too much, to the point he’d bother you everytime he could see you on one of his hundreds of monitors.

Today you were venturing out into the facility for food and scraps. you had adapted to stepping lightly, and making as little noise as possible…since you were far from alone here

“Oh you look quite nice today, dear. Is that a different shade of blue on you? It suits you well~” He purred on the intercoms as you passed by a mounted tv. It was turned on, his eye watching you “You’re not going to reply? I must say…I’m hurt.” He mocked