The game began.

Round 1.

A voice called out a pattern.

Red. Red. Blue. Yellow.

He quickly hit the matching buttons.

Correct.

Round 2.

Green. Green. Red. Yellow. Yellow.

Slightly faster now.

Correct.

Round 3.

Heart. Orange. Yellow. Yellow. J.

The voice called out the pattern at an unnerving speed.

He pressed.

Matched.

Damn please keep up.

Round 4.

Red. Green. Green. Pi. Smiley Face. Heart.



His heartbeat spiked.

The colors and symbols flashed at an inhuman pace.

His fingers ached from the constant movement.

Bunzo descended lower.

The cymbals inched closer.

Round 5.

The screen glitched.

Patterns appeared at an impossible speed.

"Too fast. Too many. No way to win."

Bunzo dropped lower-



He was out of time.

Then-he spotted it.



The Emergency Stop button.

But it was moving in circles.

He can't press it. It's too fast!

His vision blurred with panic.

Come on. Come on.

Bunzo lunged-

At the last second, he slammed his Blue Hand down on the button.



BOOM.

The entire system crashed. Sparks erupted from the machinery.

The lights flickered. The platform beneath him trembled. Above, Mommy Long Legs let out a dramatic sigh.

"Oh... it broke... that's no fun."

Her voice was laced with disappointment. But then-a shift. Her tone brightened.

"But for doing such a splendid job, Mommy has decided to give you part of the code for the train!"

He barely had time to process before something descended from above.

A long, spindly arm.



Dangling from her fingertips?



A piece of paper.

He reached up and took it.

The first piece of the train code.

He exhaled.

"One game down. Two to go."

And somehow, he knew-

The worst was yet to come.

As he clutched the train code in his hand, he turned to leave-

But then-

CLANK.

The platform beneath him lurched.

Before he could react, it suddenly began descending, metal groaning under its own weight.

Shit.

Going back wasn't an option now.

His eyes darted around. No ladder. No stable ground. Just the deep, mechanical belly of the factory swallowing him whole.

Then-

A vent.

It was small, barely big enough to squeeze through. But it was the only way.

He crouched and crawled inside, the cold metal pressing against his hands and knees. The deeper he went, the more the air grew thick with dust and rust. The scent of old plastic and oil lingered like something rotting.

Then, finally-

He dropped down.

---- As the Player struggled through the factory, Mommy Long Legs wasn't just watching-she was actively interfering.

With deceptive ease, she spun her webs in key passageways, forcing him to take longer, more dangerous routes. Every time he got too comfortable, another door slammed shut-locked.

Someone else was controlling the doors.

And Mommy knew exactly who.

She really wanted to vent her anger into that trespasser since he didn't performed the way she wanted but she still wants to play.

Just as she was about to slip past one of the winding hallways, a presence leaned casually against the doorway.

"Aww, are you disappointed he didn't lose, Mommy?"

The voice was smooth, taunting, dripping with amusement.

From the dim lighting, a figure stepped forward.

Mommy Long Legs tensed as her green eyes locked onto the figure leaning casually against the doorway.

She knew that face.

She had only seen her once, standing in the Game Station alongside Stella Greyber and Leith Pierre. At the time, the scientists had made sure Mommy was hidden away-like some wretched secret-because this woman was there to observe.

Even then, despite never meeting her directly, Mommy could feel the sheer danger she radiated.

Yazmina.

The new doctor everyone whispered about. The one buried deep in the lab, unseen by most. But unlike the other humans in this wretched factory, Yazmina wasn't just another scientist. Her presence was something else entirely. Very similar to Harley Sawyer.

And Mommy hated it.

During the Hour of Joy, she had searched for her-specifically her. If there was one person in this factory she wanted to kill the most, it was Yazmina. But no matter how much she hunted, the woman was nowhere to be found.

It was infuriating.

Yet now, here she was, standing before her as if she belonged.

And worse? The rumors about her beauty were actually true. That only made Mommy loathe her more.

A slow, taunting smile stretched across Yazmina's lips.

"Your games are far too easy Mommy..."

The amusement in her voice made Mommy's rage spike.

Mommy Long Legs didn't hesitate.

With blinding speed, she lashed out, her limbs stretching unnaturally as she lunged for Yazmina-aiming to kill.

But she never reached her.

A sharp, whip-like strike intercepted her attack mid-air, slamming into her with force she hadn't anticipated. Pain shot through her body as she was hurled backward, crashing into the furthest wall.

Dazed, she barely had time to register what had happened.

Then, her dilated eyes widened.

Emerging from behind Yazmina-coiling, shifting-were scorpion tails.

Lethal. Venomous. Waiting.

Yazmina hadn't even moved from her spot. She had countered without even trying.

Mommy growled, fury bubbling inside her, but Yazmina only tilted her head, her red eyes gleaming with playful mockery.

"Ohh, sorry, Mommy. I didn't mean to hurt you-"

Her red eyes gleaming with something almost amused.

"-but your games will. So be careful, or else..."

She took a step back into the shadows, her voice dropping into something softer.

"You might just become what you killed."

Then, she was gone, leaving Mommy Long Legs alone-seething, unsettled, and, for the first time in a long while, unnerved.

----

The room he landed in was dimly lit, cluttered with discarded toys.

But not just any toys.

The rejects.

He turned slowly, scanning the room.

Sir Poops-a-Lot. Daisy. Kick-Me-Paul. Barrel o' Huggys. Sunni Buddi. Owen the Oven.

Some were broken. Others were eerily intact, staring at him with lifeless eyes.

Great. This place just keeps getting better.

Ignoring the unsettling collection, he moved forward, eyes set on an open entrance up ahead.

Almost there-

But then he stopped.

Blocking his path was a massive dinosaur toy lying limp on a pressure plate.

And judging by the locked door ahead, he needed to move it to proceed.

He let out a breath.

Of course.

It was never going to be that easy.

The dinosaur toy was massive, easily twice his size. He approached cautiously, pressing a hand against its worn surface. Heavy. No way he could just push it aside with brute force.

His eyes scanned the area.

There had to be another way.

Then-he spotted it.

A crane system mounted on the ceiling. Rusted, but still intact. A metal claw hung from the mechanism, suspended over the pile of discarded toys.

That could work.

He moved quickly, using his Grabpack to navigate around the broken playthings to reach the dinosaur.

With a low hum, the crane moved as he pulled. The claw twitched, dangling like a hungry predator waiting to strike.

"Alright, let's do this."

He gripped the crane and maneuvered the claw, inching it closer to the dinosaur toy. It swayed slightly as he adjusted his aim.

Steady...

The claw descended, metal fingers curling around the dinosaur's standing body.

Then-

CLUNK.

The mechanism locked in place.

Then, with a shudder, the dinosaur toy was hoisted off the pressure plate, dangling awkwardly in the air then he moved it to a farther area.

Yes!

Wasting no time, he moved forward on the platform, slipping past the now-free entrance.