He maneuvered through the dimly lit room, scanning for an exit. His eyes landed on another entrance—but a metal gate blocked his path.

Of course. Another locked door.

His grip on the Grabpack tightened as he spotted a power circuit nearby.

He moved quickly, attaching the Grabpack's conductive hand to the power node. Sparks flickered as electricity surged through the cables, lighting up the poles in sequence.

Almost there…

The moment the last pole lit up, a button nearby became active. He pressed it.

WHIRR—CLANK.

The platform beneath him jolted, lifting him upwards. The movement was slow, the metal groaning under the weight, but it carried him toward the now-open entrance.

He stepped forward, scanning the area. He then kept looking for another way to go back to the Gamestation.

Then-

He saw a staircase that led further up.

He climbed.

At the top, he found a door—blocked by a single foldable chair.

Annoyance flickered in his eyes.

Really?

Without hesitation, he fired his Grabpack, latching onto the chair and yanking it away. The metal clattered against the floor as he reached for the door handle.

Creeeak…

The door swung open, and as he stepped through—

He stopped.

His eyes widened in surprise.

He was back.

The entrance to Musical Memory.

But something was different.

The hole in the wall—the one he went through that leads to the Molding Room—was no longer open.



Thick, gluey webs covered it entirely, sealing off the path. The strands were dense, layered, making it impossible to see through to the other side.

A pit formed in his stomach.

Mommy Long Legs.

She had been busy.

This wasn’t just her watching him. This was a message.

There was no going back.

He turned away from the webbed-off hole and made his way toward the train station.

His footsteps echoed against the cold, abandoned floor as he approached the front of the train, where the three levers stood waiting.

One lever was already pulled.

The first game was over.

Now… onto the next.

Taking a breath, he reached forward and gripped the second lever.

Then—

He pulled.

A familiar voice crackled through the speakers, dripping with amusement.

"Woah! Fantastic! Who gave you permission to be this smart?"

Then, a giggle. Light. Playful. Mocking.

"Mommy is super proud of you! But I'm sure she's already told you that herself! Our next game is Whack-a-Wuggy! Head downstairs and have fun!"

The static cut out.

He exhaled sharply. No turning back now.

He moved.

Descending the stairs, he spotted a door embedded in the floor, its metal frame creaking as it slowly slid open.

Above it, a faded sign displayed a cartoonish drawing of a mini Huggy Wuggy holding a hammer, smashing another mini Huggy’s head.

Whack-a-Wuggy.

His stomach twisted.

Stepping down into the dimly lit hallway, his eyes flicked over the paintings on the walls.

At some point, they must have been vibrant, colorful. Now, the paint was fading, peeling at the edges, as if the factory itself had begun to decay.

Something about it felt wrong.

But there was no time to dwell.

At the end of the hall, he entered a spacious room.

Sand covered the floor.

The walls were lined with 18 circular holes—dark, empty voids, spaced evenly apart.

Above him, a glass observation deck loomed.

The hairs on his neck stood on end.

This was a trap.

Then—

A corner TV flickered to life, displaying an instructional video.

"Adorable Huggy Wuggys will come out of one of these holes. If one comes out, hit it with your Grabpack. That's all! Good luck!"

The video cut off.

Before he could react—

A presence.

He looked up.



Mommy Long Legs had appeared on the observation deck.

Her long, spindly frame leaned against the glass, her green eyes glinting with mischief.

She smiled.



"The toys in this game used to have strings attached to them," she mused, tilting her head. "So they could be pulled back when they got too close to the children..."

She let the words hang in the air, savoring the silence.

Then, a slow, eerie giggle.

"Hmm... Have fun!"

The lights cut out.

Total darkness.

For a heartbeat, nothing moved.

Then—

Skittering.



Low. Faint. But growing.

He barely had time to react before he whipped out his flashlight, the beam slicing through the inky blackness.

The light only reached so far.

The holes stretched across the walls, most of them hidden in the dark.

His grip tightened.

The sound of something crawling echoed from the depths of the room.

Then—

A flash of green.

A Mini Huggy Wuggy lurched out of a hole.

He swung his Grabpack.



WHAM!

The creature recoiled back into the shadows.

The skittering grew louder.

They were coming.

And the game had only just begun.

The skittering intensified.

It came from every direction—sharp, frantic scratching against the inside of the holes.

Something moved.

Left side.

A Mini Huggy Wuggy lunged out of the darkness, its rows of jagged teeth gleaming.



WHAM!

His Grabpack connected, sending the creature recoiling back into the hole.

No time to breathe—

Right side!



Another one.

He swung again. SMACK.

His heart pounded in his chest. They’re fast.



He pivoted, his flashlight beam sweeping the walls, trying to spot them before they could get too close.

But it wasn’t enough.



There were too many holes.

And the light couldn’t reach all of them.

A flicker of movement.

Behind him.

Shit.

He barely twisted in time to see a Mini Huggy’s gaping maw inches from his face—

WHACK!

He struck hard, sending it retreating with an ear-piercing shriek.

His breathing was uneven now. The game was picking up speed.

They were getting faster.

More aggressive.

His grip on the Grabpack tightened. Another one crawled out. He slammed it back.



Then another.



And another.

Each time he hit one, three more seemed to take its place.

Then—

A deep, guttural snarl echoed from the far side of the room.

His stomach dropped.

He almost didn’t notice another Mini Huggy lunging at him.

Oh, come on.

The flashlight flickered—

WHACK!

He swung his Grabpack, striking the creature mid-air. It let out a sharp yelp before scurrying back into the darkness.

Then—

A loud chime rang through the room.

The game was over.

A tense silence followed.

Then—

"Oh… you did it..."

Mommy Long Legs' voice crackled through the speakers, her tone dripping with disappointment and anger?

But almost immediately, she perked up, her voice turning cheery and sweet.

"Hooray! Mommy is so... proud of you! Here, Mommy has another hint for you!"

A small door on the side of the room creaked open.



From within, a long pink arm slithered out, delicate fingers clutching a piece of paper.

He stepped closer, watching as Mommy’s spindly hand dangled the paper teasingly.



He grabbed it.

The second piece of the train code.

Two down. One to go.

Mommy let out a dramatic sigh.

"Only one game left to play… Sad… Mommy was hoping you’d stay here forever…"

There was a mocking sniffle in her voice, as if she were genuinely heartbroken.

But then—

Her tone shifted.

"Though… it’s never too late to change your mind…”

Then came her giggle.

That eerie, spine-chilling giggle.

A sharp CLUNK echoed beside him.

The small door—the one where Mommy had handed him the code—suddenly swung open.

It wasn’t just a chute.

It was an entrance.

A maintenance room.

Rusty, dimly lit, lined with exposed pipes and flickering lights.

No turning back now.

He stepped inside.

And the door slammed shut behind him.