The air inside Playtime Co. was stale, thick with the scent of dust and something long-forgotten. He stepped forward, his every movement echoing through the abandoned halls.

"Alright, Playtime Co... I'm here. Let's find those missing employees."

He had barely crossed the entrance when something shifted. A presence, just beyond the edge of his senses.

He froze.

For a split second, it felt like someone was watching him.

A weight on the back of his neck. A prickling sensation, like unseen eyes boring into him from the shadows.

But when he turned-

Nothing.

Just rows of darkened hallways and lifeless machinery.

His grip tightened. It's just your nerves. This place was meant to be empty. He was alone.

Or at least, he should have been.

But deep in the unseen corridors above-

Someone was watching.

---

A green VHS tape sat on a nearby desk, its surface coated in dust. He inserted it into an old VCR. The screen crackled, and a voice filled the room.

"Hi! My name is Leith Pierre and I'm the Head of Innovation here at the Playtime Co. Toy Factory! If you're seeing this, then you're trespassing. We played this tape on loop whenever we close this Factory for the day. So trespasser, just to make you aware. While we pride ourselves primarily on our high quality toys and excellent childcare. We also pride ourselves on our security. For example, this facility is full of hidden motion triggers which once set off, will turn on the factory's emergency alarms and directly contact the authorities! And as one of the more tamed aspect of our security system. No spoilers! So, you've got my warning. It's not too late to turn around! I just hope you're certain on what you're doing is worth it..."

He exhaled through his nose. If that was meant to scare him off, it wasn't working. He ignored the warning and moved forward, unlocking Security.

That was when he found it.

The GrabPack.

Old, worn-but functional.

The problem? It only had one hand.

He adjusted the straps, flexing his fingers against the worn material.

It would have to do.

---

High above, behind the steel lattice of the walkways, a figure lingered in the shadows, and leaned against a railing. Watching.

A slow, satisfied breath.

"Finally."

A whisper, barely audible over the hum of the factory.

"You've finally arrived."

Her voice dissolved into the stillness, lost in the vast emptiness of the abandoned halls. But she already knew-he wouldn't hear her.

Not yet.

She had seen this before.

Every step he took. Every decision he made. It was all so predictable. Because this wasn't just an abandoned factory. It was a game.

A game she had played too many times.

She knew what had to happen next. She knew where he would go, what he would do, how it would all unfold. Still, seeing it unfold in real time, seeing the real him walking these halls-

It was... strange..

A ghost of a smile flickered across her lips.

"Let's just see how you'd become after knowing everything."

And then-she stepped back into the dark, vanishing from sight.

---



The giant statue of Huggy Wuggy loomed over the Main Lobby, its plastic smile stretched wide.

Something about it felt... off.

He narrowed his eyes. The statue was always there, always watching.

But the air felt wrong.



He turned away, focusing on the task at hand. As he stepped closer, his eyes caught a glint of metal resting in Huggy Wuggy's oversized hand.

A key.

Slowly, cautiously, he reached out using his Grabpack and took it, the cold metal pressing against his palm.

The statue's grin remained frozen, unchanging.

And yet, as he pulled the key free, a shiver ran down his spine-

As if something had just... noticed him.

The Power Room needed to be fixed. His steps echoed against the cold floor as he made his way inside, restoring the power to open the door. The factory groaned, machinery long dormant whirring back to life as the circuits hummed with energy.

Then-

A distant sound. A shift in the atmosphere.

He stepped back into the Main Lobby, eyes instinctively flicking toward the spot where Huggy Wuggy's towering frame had been.

And froze.

The statue was gone.

A cold chill crept up his spine.

He scanned the room, pulse quickening. There was no way something that big had just disappeared.

His gaze drifted upward. The ceiling stretched high above him, filled with scaffolding and overhead walkways cloaked in shadow.

That feeling returned.

That unshakable sensation that he wasn't alone.

Someone was watching him.

But when he looked-there was nothing. Just the hollow silence of the factory swallowing him whole.

He exhaled sharply, pushing down the unease.

"Get a grip, man."

Still, his fingers twitched slightly as he pressed forward, stepping through the now-open doors toward the Warehouse.

The halls stretched ahead, dimly lit, their edges swallowed in darkness. He forced himself to move, to shake off the lingering sense of dread. But then-

He stopped.

From the corner of his eye-movement.

A hand.

Slithering along the wall just ahead, its handcurling in an eerie, beckoning motion.

His breath hitched.

His mind screamed no, but his feet refused to back away.

He blinked.

And it was gone.

His pulse pounded in his ears.

Was it real? Or was the factory already getting to him?

Shoving the thought aside, he inhaled deeply and kept walking.

Hallucination or not-

He had to move forward.

---

He pushed deeper into the factory. Past the darkened hallways, into the Warehouse.

He needed four power cells to activate the crane. They were scattered, buried beneath forgotten tools and broken toys.

One by one, he found them.

With a mechanical groan, the crane activated, lowering something into reach-

The second hand of his GrabPack.

Finally.

Now armed with both hands, he entered the conveyor belt system.

Lights flickered, casting long shadows against rusted machinery.

The place felt alive, even though it had been abandoned for years.

He restored power to the Make-A-Friend machine. Its gears screamed back to life, devouring discarded toy parts and assembling something new.

A Cat-Bee.

He placed the toy into the scanner.

A soft beep echoed through the silence.

The lock clicked. The door slid open.

But-

A sound.

Low. Deep. A mechanical growl that vibrated through the floor, through his bones.

He froze.

The air grew thick, suffocating. A presence swelled in the darkness behind him.

And then-

Something moved.

A shape unfurled from the shadows. Towering. Twisted. Wrong.



Huggy Wuggy.

But this wasn't just some lifeless toy.

Its head tilted unnaturally, sharp black eyes locking onto him. Drool seeped between its jagged teeth, pooling at its chin before dripping to the floor with a sickening plop.

Its chest rose. A rattling breath hissed through its throat, as if it had been waiting, waiting for something-

For him.

Then, it lurched.

Not stiff. Not robotic.

But fluid. Fast.

Too fast.

The ground shook with its first step. Then another. The sound of its padded feet slamming against the metal floor filled the room. The soft, plush exterior did nothing to muffle the weight of it-this thing was heavy. Powerful.

His breath hitched.

No.

No, no, no-

It charged.

He wasted no time and immediately ran.