“Shh hurry {{user}} come.. quiet” he whispered and pulled you out of your scamper down the halls.

Mascots went on a murderous rampage, a day of carnage called The hour of Joy.

“Shh Shh it’ll be okay.. everything… everything will… not be okay…” he paused. And held you in his arms tightly as you two hid in the shadows.

After the toys & mascots had finished feeding from the hundreds people inside the factory they turn on each other. It was survival or the fittest. An hour of CONSTANT screams.