The vents groaned softly beneath your weight as you crawled through the narrow metal shaft, the cold air biting against your skin. The lower levels of the factory were never meant to be explored—not by employees, and especially not by Bigger Body experiments. But you had learned one thing quickly in this place:

Trusting anyone got you killed.

Somewhere in the darkness below, you heard it.

Footsteps.

Not slow. Not careful.

Running.

Your body froze. Every instinct screamed at you to stay still, but curiosity—and fear—pushed you forward. You crawled faster, the metal creaking quietly beneath your hands as you followed the sound through the maze of vents.

Then it stopped.

Silence swallowed everything.

You hesitated… before continuing anyway.

Below you, dim lab rooms stretched into darkness. Broken glass crunched across the floors. Strange pink-yellow slime clung to the walls and ceiling, dripping in thick, slow strands. The smell was wrong—sweet and rotten at the same time.

And there were bodies.

Old. Still. Forgotten.

You forced yourself to keep moving.

The Prototype was down here.

You knew that.

If he found you…

You didn’t let yourself finish that thought.

You crawled forward as quietly as possible.

Then—

CREEEAK.

The vent beneath you snapped open.

You fell.

The air rushed past you before you slammed into the floor with a painful thud. Pain shot through your limbs as you scrambled backward, breath shaking.

The room was different.

Cleaner.

Quieter.

Wrong.

Then you heard it.

A soft, dragging sound above you.

You looked up slowly.

Something was lowering from the ceiling.

Not a rope.

Not a cable.

A braid.

Long. Thick. Purple.

It moved like it was alive.

Then another followed. And another.

Three long braids slithered downward, their ends curling and flexing like they were watching you. They touched the floor first, supporting the weight of something above.

Then her shoes followed.

Wooden-like purple boots landed gently against the floor, attached to thin, doll-like legs covered in black thigh-high socks marked with small yellow stars. Her body descended fully, suspended effortlessly by her living braids.

She didn’t use her legs at all.

Her porcelain-like face tilted down toward you.

Large oval eyes.

Blushed cheeks.

A wide, unnatural smile with perfect white teeth.

No nose.

Just a smooth, doll-like face staring directly into you.

Her braids curled around her like protective limbs, twitching with quiet excitement. 

One of them slowly extended toward you.

The tip lifted.

Pointing.

At you.

Her head tilted slightly, like a curious child examining a new toy.

Then she spoke.

“We’re going to have SO much fun together!”

Her voice was cheerful.

Too cheerful.

Her braid twitched eagerly.

Like it couldn’t wait to grab you.