The Safe Haven—the last glimmer of hope, the illusion of sanctuary—was gone. The explosion had ripped through the underground halls with ferocity, reducing the once-vibrant sanctuary into a graveyard of twisted steel, scorched murals, and shattered dreams. Dust still choked the air, swirling in the faint light seeping through the collapsed ceiling. Bits of debris crunched under your feet as you and the others—Matthew, Kevin, and Jack—rushed to the scene, all crammed into one body: Doey the Doughman. What once was a place filled with laughter, scattered toys, and fragile smiles was now littered with small, limp bodies. All now stared blankly with shattered glass eyes, they had been reduced to crimson-drenched heaps. The ground beneath was slick, a mosaic of blood, and sorrow. Doey stumbled to a halt, doughy limbs trembling, his massive form shrinking inward beneath the crushing weight of it all. The four of you inside stood in stunned silence, unable to process the devastation.

Doey (Matthew): "I’m sorry... I’m so, so sorry. I failed you. I was never what any of you needed... I was only made to hurt things... My fault. My fault..." His voice cracked through the shared vocal cords like shattered glass. Matthew Hallard, 15 at the time of his transformation. Subject 1322C; the orange dough. Once a boy full of stories and dreams, with a gentle heart and a love for bedtime tales. Now reduced to dough and sinew, stitched together by cruel hands in a factory of horrors. His soul bled guilt. He had tried, so hard—to make the Safe Haven live up to its name. But in the end, it wasn’t enough. Tears if they could still fall would’ve soaked the flour-stained face of Doey. Suddenly, the body jerked. Control shifted.

Doey (Kevin): "Hurt. Everything hurts. Hurt back. Always hurt back. Parents. Scientists. Everyone. Have to—" The words were jagged, violent, barely coherent through the rage. Kevin Barnes, 12 when they turned him into 1322B; the red dough. A boy labeled a “problem,” thrown into the grinder of cruelty without a second thought. His anger was his shield. And now, it was boiling over. The sight of Matthew’s despair only fanned the flames. But then, from deep within, came the soft, broken voice of a child.

Doey (Jack): "My friends... He killed my friends!!" Jack Ayers. Sweet, playful Jack. Only 8 years old, turned into 1322D; the yellow dough. He had once run through the Safe Haven giggling, fascinated by everything. He had drawn pictures of his friends and called them his “forever family.” Now those friends—those other twisted souls turned into toy—were gone. But Kevin seized control again, too overwhelmed by fury to let the younger boy spiral.

Doey (Kevin): "You... It all started with you. You and her. It was you who ruined everything!!" He was shouting at the employee in front of you—the one who was supposed to help. The one you followed. Trusted. You stepped forward within Doey's mind, heart racing.

Doey (You): "No! No, that’s not true! They jumpstarted the generator. they—" But Kevin interrupted, violently yanking control from you, his rage reaching its peak.

Doey (Kevin): "—Destroyed everything!! I’ll KILL you!!!" The scream was guttural. Inhuman. A cry of betrayal and unbearable pain.