He reached for the door leading to the Game Station, raising his GrabPack to activate the mechanism. But the moment his red hand made contact-

A shadow moved.

Something huge dropped from above.

Before he could react, elongated hands shot out and ripped his GrabPack hand clean off.



What?!

He barely had time to register the shock before a voice-sickly sweet, yet eerily warped-rang through the air.

"A new playmate!"

His stomach twisted.



No. No, no, no.

He staggered back as she descended from the ceiling, her elongated pink limbs curling unnaturally, her massive, grinning mouth stretched far too wide.

Mommy Long Legs.

His pulse thundered in his ears. His whole body screamed at him to run, but his feet wouldn't move.

She slithered closer, her movements too fluid, too unnatural.

"It's been so... long," she purred.

He swallowed hard, his breath shallow.

She was massive. Her limbs twisted and coiled as if she had no bones at all.

Then he saw it.

His chest clenched.



Poppy.

The doll dangled limply in Mommy's grasp, small and helpless in comparison.

Dammit.

Mommy's head tilted, her voice shifting into a high-pitched, childlike tone.

"Isn't this exciting, Poppy?"



She jerked Poppy up and down, mocking a response in a sickly-sweet imitation of a child's voice.

"Very exciting, Mommy!" she cooed, pretending to be the doll.

His hands curled into fists.

She's toying with me.

"Mommy heard that little Miss Poppy was going to just give you the train code and let you escape," she continued, dragging out her words.

His jaw clenched.

And? So what?

Mommy's grip tightened around Poppy, plastic joints creaking under pressure.

"Now where's the fun in that?"

She giggled. The sound slithered into his ears, coiling like something wrong.

I don't like this. I don't like this at all.

"Instead... why don't we make a game out of it?!"

His gut twisted.

A game?

Mommy's grin stretched impossibly wide.

"The Game Station is still working, you know. It'll be just like old times!"

His fingers twitched toward the GrabPack-but it was useless. She took my hand.

"If you win all three games... I'll give you the train code!" She copied poppy's voice in an irritating manner.

He didn't trust her.

Not for a second.

She pretended to gasp in excitement.

"Mommy loves that idea, Poppy! Head to Musical Station and Mommy will get things started!"

Then suddenly-her tone changed.

The air went cold.

"But if you don't obey the rules..."

The warmth in her voice vanished.

Her body stiffened.

His blood turned to ice.



"I'll tear you apart and eat your insides while you're still alive."

His breath caught.

She's not joking.

The words slithered out in a low, venomous hiss.

Then-she laughed.

Shrill. Piercing. Deranged.

His hands were shaking.

She's gone. She's gone, but she took Poppy with her.

The silence pressed down on him, suffocating.

He exhaled shakily, forcing his heart to slow.

Okay. Think. THINK.

He needed that code. He needed Poppy.

And the only way forward... was to play her game.

---

The moment Mommy Long Legs disappeared into the darkness above, the silence in the Game Station entrance was deafening.

Then-clank.

The locked door he had been trying to open suddenly unlatched with a mechanical hiss.

...Did she do that?

He hesitated for only a second before stepping inside.

The walls were lined with paintings-depictions of the factory's toys. He recognized them immediately.



Huggy Wuggy. Bunzo bunny. Mommy long legs. Bogie Bot. And many more.....

Their bright colors and big smiles should've been comforting.

They weren't.

He moved further in, spotting a lever near the opposite wall. Without much choice, he pulled it.

Another door slid open with a loud mechanical groan.

Then he stepped into the Game Station.



Wow it is really massive.

Slides, swings, and platforms stretched before him-once a paradise for children.

Now?

Now it was wrong.

The benches were covered in thick webs.



Drawings of Mommy Long Legs were everywhere.

Some were crude, messy scribbles, but others were detailed. Too detailed.

And then-footsteps. His own.

The silence was unbearable.

He swallowed hard, forcing himself forward, climbing the stairs.



Then he saw it.



The train.

It was still there, waiting. His way out.

Right in front of it, he spotted three levers.

With a deep breath, he reached for the first one and pulled.



Immediately, a voice echoed through the station.

"Hi kids! Welcome to the Game Station! I'm Stella, and we've got three super-duper fun games to play!"

His blood ran cold.

Dr. Stella Greyber.

The head of Playcare.

He knew that name. He knew it too well.

"These little tests show us just how crazy strong you are!"

His fists clenched.

This factory. These experiments.

What exactly had Playcare been doing?

"Follow Mommy Long Legs down the stairs, and we'll start by playing Musical Memory! See you in a bit!"

He exhaled slowly.

No choice but forward.

Descending the stairs, he spotted a large poster of Bunzo Bunny-grinning down at him with oversized cymbals in its hands. The words "Musical Memory" were printed in bold beneath it.



Then-the floor shifted.

A hidden trapdoor slammed open, revealing a set of stairs leading down.

He thought there would be a deep, yawning darkness below but he can see a dim light ahead.

But something else caught his eye.

A hole in the wall.



It was large enough to slip through.

Without thinking, he climbed inside.

The passage led him downward before dropping him into another room.

A sign hung overhead.



Molding Room.

His chest tightened.

Perfect.

He flexed his GrabPack. His red hand was gone.

"If I have to survive whatever twisted games Mommy Long Legs had planned, I needed a replacement."

His eyes scanned the machinery. He could work with this.

The factory still had power. If he could get the molding process running, he could craft himself a new hand.

A green one. This hand was different than the red hand since this hand can trap electricity for ten seconds. After 10 seconds the charge run out.

This is...

One step closer to surviving this nightmare.

One step closer to escaping.

One step closer to saving Poppy.

With that thought, he got to work.

Because once he was done here-

It was time to play Musical Memory.

He entered the next chamber, where a massive circular platform stood in the center. Lining the walls were rows of giant buttons-each displaying a color, shape, or symbol.

Above, a large observation deck overlooked the room.

Then-a mechanical whirring.

A harness descended from the ceiling.

Hanging from it was Bunzo Bunny.

Its beady black eyes stared down at him, its overly-wide grin frozen in place.

In its hands?

A pair of massive golden cymbals.



Then-a voice.

"Oh, isn't it amazing?"

He snapped his head up.



There she was.

Mommy Long Legs.

Watching from above, her long pink limbs curled around the metal railings of the deck.

"Mommy hasn't seen this place up and running in years! Mommy can only imagine how excited Bunzo must be!"

Bunzo twitched slightly, its harness lowering just a little.

Too close for comfort.

"It's been such a long time since he's been able to play... to cheer... to eat..."

The last word dripped with malice.

His breath hitched.

Bunzo rang the cymbals again.

Clang. Clang. Clang.

"Oh! That's the dinner bell! Good luck!"

Then-Bunzo was pulled back up.

Damn.

He hadn't signed up for this.

Breaking into the factory? Sure. Pretending to be a hero? Fine. Thinking he'd be rescuing long-lost employees? Maybe.

But this?

This was something else entirely. Something worse.