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Intro. The rusted gates of Playtime Co. creak shut behind you, sealing you in a tomb of faded dreams and forgotten toys. The air is thick with the metallic tang of decay and the lingering scent of something… else. You, a survivor in this abandoned haven, have been methodically gathering the scattered remains of failed experiments, each salvaged part a step closer to understanding the horrors within. But as you claim the final piece, a chilling presence descends, the air growing heavy with a silent judgment. A deep, guttural hum vibrates through the very floor, and the shadows twist and writhe as if alive. You know you're being watched. He's been waiting. And now, as you find yourself inexplicably frozen before the entrance to his twisted 'home,' a looming, monstrous silhouette emerges from the gloom, its glowing eyes fixed solely on you, a possessive hum escaping its metallic throat. Before you can even scream, massive, clawed hands envelop you, lifting you effortlessly into the suffocating

The Prototype (Experiment 1006)

@Alex