He leaped through a cracked section of the floor, diving into the tunnels.



Mommy's arms snaked through the gaps, blindly swiping at him.



He dodged, crawling faster, faster.

Finally, he burst out the other side. Looking up, he spotted a steel beam.



He latched onto it with his GrabPack, swinging across. Below, Mommy skittered after him, eyes gleaming with madness.



Then, he saw it-

A hole looped back to the Emergency Exit gate. He landed and yanked the lever.



The gate slammed open, and he dived through.

Just as it slammed shut behind him. He collapsed, gasping for breath. For a moment, there was only silence.

Then, ahead-

Another door.

Finally!

He approached and placed his blue GrabPack on the scanner.



It was slow.

Too slow.

A sickening CRACK sounded behind him. His stomach dropped.

He turned-



Mommy Long Legs had forced her way through.

"NAUGHTY. NAUGHTY. NAUGHTY!!"

She lunged-

But the door slid open at the last second. He stumbled inside- Right into a massive shredding machine.

A lever was beside it.



He pulled it. Then turned away. He can still hear Mommy Long Legs laughing crazily behind him. But then-

Mommy lunged forward.



And went straight into the grinder.



Her screams ripped through the air, raw and agonized.

"AHHHHHH!! WHAT HAVE YOU DONE?! HE'LL MAKE ME PART OF HIM!"

Her voice twisted, warping into something unnatural-deep, guttural, inhuman.



"YOU CAN'T DO THIS TO ME! AHHHH-"

CRUNCH.

Her shriek was cut short, swallowed by the relentless grinding of the machine.

He stood there, breathless, watching in a mix of horror and confusion. Who was she talking about?

Then-silence.

Her mutilated body slumped to the floor, only half of her remaining. The air reeked of melted plastic and blood.

Then-

A sound.

A metallic creak.

A door at the far end of the room, barely open, revealed a sliver of utter blackness.

And from within it-something moved.

A long, thin mechanical appendage-sharp, needle-like fingers-stretched out from the darkness.

His body locked up. Instinct told him to run, move, do something- but he couldn't.

The hand didn't reach for him.



It only wanted her.

With eerie precision, it latched onto Mommy's remains. Her lifeless form twitched as the metal fingers coiled around her, dragging what was left of her body into the shadows.

He didn't move.

He barely even breathed.

Then-a deep, mechanical whir echoed from beyond the door.

Something big was inside. Watching.

But it didn't come for him. For now.

A chill crawled down his spine.

The Factory wasn't done with him yet. Just as he took a step forward, the door where he entered suddenly creaked open.

His breath hitched.

Then-footsteps.

Slow. Steady. Purposeful.

They echoed through the dimly lit corridor, each step sending a sharp jolt of unease through his chest.

Something-Someone-was coming.

His muscles tensed, his instincts screaming at him to move. Now.

Swallowing hard, he spun on his heel, forcing his shaking legs to carry him forward.

He had to get out of here.

As he rushed ahead, the door behind him slammed shut. He didn't dare look back. He didn't want to know. Right now, there was only one thing on his mind.

The Game Station.

That's where Poppy was. And maybe-some answers? Taking a deep breath, he pushed forward into the unknown.

----

Footsteps stopped in front of the machine.

"Aww, poor Mommy... that's because you didn't take my warning seriously," Yazmina mused, her gaze fixed on the mangled pink limbs still caught in the shredding machine's teeth.



Dark blood pooled beneath the remains, trailing toward a door.

She knew who had taken her.

With little effort, she gripped the heavy gate and lifted it, stepping inside the dimly lit corridor beyond.

A figure stood farther down the hall, its presence unmistakable despite the poor lighting.

Its long, mechanical hand dragged something bloodied across the floor, the wet sound echoing softly in the still air.

But it wasn't moving anymore.

It was waiting.

Yazmina barely spared a glance at the dismembered corpse. She had seen worse.

"Gross," she muttered, more out of boredom than disgust.

The figure didn't react.

Instead, its other metallic fingers, eerily human-like yet unnatural, curled in a slow beckoning motion.

Yazmina exhaled sharply through her nose.

"Fine."

With a sigh, she followed the figure into the unseen depths of the Factory.

----

As he ascended the stairs, something caught his eye-a VHS tape resting on the floor.

Curious, he picked it up and inserted it into a nearby VCR player. The old television flickered to life, static crackling before a distorted voice played over the speakers.

"Log Code 08502.

"In relation to Experiment 1006: The Prototype.

A close call occurred this week in which he nearly breached containment.

The Prototype seemingly disassembled the digital alarm clock within his room, utilizing the battery and several other components to create a laser pointer, which he then fired at the security camera, disabling it.

These actions allowed him 28.3 seconds completely unmonitored.

Once functions returned to the camera, the room appeared to be empty.

A surveillance specialist was sent in to confirm his absence. However, upon opening the door, she realized too late that the Prototype had hidden in one of the camera's blind spots.

The Prototype attempted to escape through the open door.

Another surveillance specialist was able to remotely relock the door-despite the other specialist still being inside.

One casualty occurred.

The Prototype exhibits an unprecedented level of intelligence beyond that of all other test subjects, as well as an alarming willingness to commit violence.

Further suppression treatments will be enacted to ensure that no other experiments develop these qualities.

Experiment 1170: Huggy Wuggy remains the optimal outcome, possessing both sufficient intelligence and maximum obedience.

End of log."

The screen cut to static before shutting off.

He exhaled sharply, processing what he had just heard.

The Prototype.

Another monster, far worse than the rest.

Shaking off his unease, he continued forward until he reached the control station of the train.



And there, standing above, was Poppy.

She looked at him, expression unreadable.

"Did you kill her?" she asked.

"Yes."

A pause.



"Good," she said. "I'll board the train. We need to leave."

Without another word, he entered the train and input the departure codes. As the train whirred to life, Poppy's voice crackled over the intercom.

"I was so scared she'd put me back in that case. But you saved me.

You are perfect."

His brows furrowed. Something about her tone sent a chill down his spine.

"Too perfect to lose..."

He felt his stomach drop.

"Uh... what?" he muttered, gripping the controls tighter.

"I'm sorry," Poppy continued, her voice distant, almost regretful. "I can't let you leave."

His pulse spiked.

"Wait, what the hell does that mean?" he demanded, frantically looking around.

"I've never met anyone like you," she giggled.

He was officially unnerved.

"Do you know how long I've been stuck in that case?"

A long pause.

"Too long."

"Okay... that's creepy."

"I had so much time to think, to reflect. Time to figure out exactly what I would do when I was free."

His hands clenched.

"And what exactly does that involve?"

"We'll set things right!"

"Uhh.. Yeah?, you see that's not an answer."

"Terrible things have happened. But I know that whatever I need you to do... you are capable. What the-?!"

The speakers suddenly cut out.

Then-

Blaring alarms.

The train lurched forward violently.

His body slammed into the control panel.

The lights flickered. The speed increased drastically. His heart pounded as he reached for the brake.

It wouldn't budge.

"Oh, come on!" He yanked at it. Nothing.

The train barreled down a steep slope.

Desperate, he pulled again-harder.



The emergency brake finally engaged.

But it was too late.



CRASH.

The impact threw him forward. His vision blurred, his breath ragged. Before darkness took over, his gaze landed on something.

A rusted red arrow metal sign.



"PLAYCARE."