Mommy knew he would come back.

He had no choice.

The train was there.

And she had Poppy.

The little doll dangled helplessly in her grip, her porcelain face blank, but Mommy could feel the silent plea radiating from her.

How adorable.

Mommy smiled, her voice laced with sugar.

"Now, Poppy...

Why don't we take a little visit to the train?"

Her fingers tightened around Poppy's tiny frame.

"Maybe your friend is already waiting for us..."

A giggle.

High-pitched.

Unstable.

Her lips curled into something unnatural.

Something hungry.

Without hesitation, she skittered away, her long limbs carrying her swiftly back to the Game Station.

But-

She wasn't alone.

As she entered, her sharp eyes narrowed.

Someone else was already there.

"Well, well... if it isn't you again, Dr. Yazmina."

Mommy Long Legs' voice dripped with venomous sweetness, her tall, slender figure slinking forward from the shadows.

Yazmina didn't turn immediately. Her crimson eyes were fixed upward, staring at the lifeless form of Bunzo Bunny, his limp body suspended by thick webbing near the ceiling.

The sight was almost pathetic.

Once a lively toy, now nothing more than a husk.

Mommy's web. Mommy's mercy.

Yazmina let out a soft chuckle, slow and deliberate, before finally turning around. Her hood remained pulled low over her face, hiding any readable expression.

"You're quite the hypocrite, you know that, right, Mommy?"

The words were calm. Too calm.

Mommy's plastic fingers twitched.

"What do you mean, Yazmina?" There was a smile on her face, but her voice trembled with restrained fury.

"You act like a loving mother to the toys. To the kids... before."

Yazmina took a slow step forward.

"But for ten years, you've killed every toy that refused to obey you."

Another step.

"And now?"

Her head tilted slightly, as if examining Mommy like a specimen.

"Now, I almost feel bad for Bunzo."

There was mockery in her voice.

But no real sympathy.

She didn't care.

She never did.

Mommy snapped.

Her body tensed, rubber limbs coiling like a spring about to launch.

"YOU DON'T KNOW ANYTHING!"

Her voice cracked, distorted between humanlike sorrow and monstrous rage.

"I WAS ALL THEY HAD!"

The walls trembled as her voice shook the air.

"I TOOK CARE OF THEM! I PROTECTED THEM!"

Her limbs lashed out, grabbing the metal bars of the train platform and twisting them like paper.

Her breathing was ragged, unstable.

"But you?"

She leaned forward, eyes narrowing into thin slits.

"You don't care about anyone but yourself, do you, Doctor?"

Silence.

For a moment, Yazmina simply stood there.

Then-

A smirk.

Barely visible beneath the shadow of her hood.

"Now you're getting it."

Mommy Long Legs gritted her teeth, her body trembling with barely contained fury. She hated this-hated being humiliated.

But most of all, she hated Yazmina.

She had always known something was off about her, even before the Hour of Joy.

The scientists whispered about a doctor who rarely surfaced, a woman hidden deep in the labs. Mommy had seen her once-a fleeting glimpse in the Game Station. Beautiful, surrounded by monsters.

The others thought she was one of them.

But Mommy knew better.

Now, looking at her, she felt certain.

Yazmina stood motionless, her hood concealing her face, but something about her presence was wrong.

She didn't breathe like a human.

Didn't move like a human.

Didn't feel like a human.

Yazmina stepped closer.

Then another step.

Mommy stiffened.

She had fought countless humans.

She had torn through scientists, crushed workers, devoured those who ran.

But this was different.

Yazmina wasn't like the others.

Not a toy. Not a human.

Something else.

Something far worse.

A predator.

Then Mommy lunged-

but Yazmina..... disappeared.

Before she could even register the movement, a sharp force struck her side, slamming her against the wall. The impact sent a shockwave through her limbs, her body crumpling onto the Game Station floor.

Dust and debris filled the air.

Mommy coughed, groaning in pain.

She turned her head-Yazmina was already gone.

No, not gone-behind her.

Before she could react, she was yanked back by an invisible force, flung across the room like a ragdoll. Her body skidded across the floor, limbs twisting unnaturally.

This wasn't just strength.

It was something else.

Something she didn't understand.

And she realized, with a shuddering breath-she was outmatched.

She couldn't win.

Not against this.

Mommy let out a strangled growl, forcing herself onto her trembling limbs. Her long, elastic body ached, every fiber screaming in agony.

She had no choice.

She had to leave.

She couldn't die here.



With a final, hate-filled glare at Yazmina, she turned and fled, vanishing into the darkness of the tunnels.

The silence that followed was deafening.

Poppy remained frozen, her small form trembling slightly as her wide blue eyes darted between the retreating figure of Mommy and the woman still standing in the dim light.

She had seen monsters before.

She had seen horrors created by the scientists.

But this?

This was something else and her voice...

It's very familiar, it's like she heard it before..

Yazmina finally turned her gaze toward her.

For a moment, Poppy swore she saw a flicker of something in those red eyes-something unreadable.

Then, in the blink of an eye, she was gone.

Vanished.

Poppy exhaled sharply, barely realizing she had been holding her breath.

She had always thought she's different from the others.

The only experiment who managed to keep her humanity.

But now, she wasn't so sure.

Because Yazmina still looked human, too.

And that?

That was more terrifying than anything else.

----

The ex-employee swung forward, his GrabPack securing onto a steel bar ahead. He dangled for a moment, then launched himself toward the next platform. Every movement reminded him just how deep this factory ran-an endless abyss of forgotten hallways and abandoned machinery.

He exhaled sharply, adjusting his grip as he swung onto another steel beam. The dim glow of flickering lights barely illuminated his path, casting long, shifting shadows along the walls.

As he climbed higher, banners swayed gently in the cold, stale air.



Mommy Long Legs.

Then another.

Daddy Long Legs.

And another.

Baby Long Legs?

He paused, staring at the faded images. He never knew they existed. Unlike Huggy Wuggy or Poppy, these toys weren't as famous-almost as if they had been erased from the public's memory.

Shaking off the unease creeping into his spine, he pressed forward.

Eventually, he reached an area marked with bold, industrial lettering:

WATER TREATMENT



The room was massive, lined with rusted catwalks and a central control panel. Scattered across the console were old papers-one of which caught his eye.

It was a Transfer Request about Mommy Long Legs.



He then saw the door in the farther end but was locked. It requires a toy to scan through the security system. He spotted a Bunzo Bunny toy above but had to rotate the walkways to access it.



After carefully adjusting the pathways and completing the task, he grabbed the Bunzo toy, placing it onto the scanner.



BEEP.

The door slid open with a mechanical hiss.



He stepped inside.

The air was heavier here, the silence pressing against him like a weight. A small vent sat near the floor. The only way forward.