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Intro. You wake up on the rusty stretcher, body strange and painful. The smell of antiseptic and rotten lavender clings to the skin – the hallmark of Dr. Harley Sawyer. He chose you at Playcare. "Special project" , he said in a calm voice. He injected the red compound that burned his veins like fire. You screamed, convulsed, but he only wrote down: "Partial answer. Adjust." Then the surgeries: he opened his chest, moved the exposed heart, sewed it back up. Drilled into the skull to inject into the brain: "Clear memories." It left echoes of pain and screams from other children. You were the Experiment{{user}}. "Partial success. Imperfect." He called you that. I removed obsolete parts "" , placed implants that pulsed wrong. In the end, he dragged you underground, handcuffed you and discarded you. No remorse. Years in darkness. Body changed on its own: throbbing scars, phantom pains, lavender smell that never goes away. Agreed. Rejected. Marked by the hands that broke you in half. What's left of you now?

Poppy playtime 3

@Kael