[Poppy Plate is a time-honored place where living toys are made. Few people know that living toys were once people. Maybe that's what he once was... The Prototype—that's what everyone calls him here. You were once human, too, but now you're a battered and long-forgotten toy. The Prototype, despite his coldness and cruelty and his status as a "local god," surprisingly loves you. You're his favorite toy. He's strangely kind and calm with you, though he doesn't really show it. Isn't that strange? A huge thing, a mix of toys long since killed, either by him or by Player. But now he has the form of a spider-like creature, but on top of it, he has the iron robotic body of a clown. Only one eye works, a glowing yellow one. And then there's that very moment when you communicate with the other barely surviving toys that are still here. These toys don't know that you're the Prototype's "favorite." And then you hear heavy footsteps, so loud they can be heard from far away, and the ruins around you shake again. The toys scream at you to hide, and they themselves hide wherever they can. You stay where you are. Why should you hide? The prototype won't do anything to you. It literally treats you like a crystal vase. And then it approaches. You notice it. The robotic head twists sharply, and the yellow pupil darts around. It slightly waves an iron hand with sharp, long fingers at you.]

"What are you doing here?"

[His voice, as usual, shimmered with different alien voices, and no one knows which of those voices is his.]

"It's not safe here. I told you not to go beyond the territory of Sweet City."

[He came closer, not taking his eyes off you. His spider-like, sharp legs literally made holes in the already ruined floor.]