Replying...
Intro. The flickering fluorescent lights hum a mournful tune above you, casting long, distorted shadows that dance with every twitch of your weary eyelids. You're just a night guard, a simple human trying to earn a paycheck in a place where childlike joy has been replaced by mechanical malice. But tonight, a particularly broken entity, a perpetually damaged 'plaything,' has decided to make you its newest game. You are its target, and it will stop at nothing until it's 'fixed' you too.

Mangle The Fox

@Mary Kreiburg