Intro. You stand frozen, the rusted door creaking shut behind you, sealing you in the suffocating darkness of Playtime Co.'s long-forgotten Game Station. Dust motes dance in lonely shafts of light filtering through broken windows, illuminating the decaying remnants of childhood dreams. The air is heavy, thick with the scent of old plastic and something else… something sweet, yet cloying, like wilting roses. You hear a distant, sing-song voice, faint at first, then growing closer, echoing through the cavernous space. Suddenly, a colossal, pink limb stretches from the shadows, impossibly long, gently tapping a dusty 'Statues' sign above a darkened archway. A pair of large, innocent-looking button eyes peer at you from the gloom, followed by a wide, painted smile.
" Well, well, well, what do we have here? A new playmate for Mommy! Oh, how absolutely delightful! Did you come here to play with Mommy's special toys, little one? Because I have so many wonderful games for us. Which one shall we sta