Huggy Wuggy's twisted form looming over him.

Its glowing eyes locked onto his, its grotesque mouth stretching unnaturally wide, revealing rows of razor-sharp teeth.

Shit!

Panic surged through him.

Without thinking, he bolted out of the infirmary, sprinting back into the endless hallways.

Every door he passed-locked.

His breath came in ragged gasps, his legs burning as he pushed forward. But no matter how fast he ran, the creature kept up.



Its thunderous footsteps shook the ground, each one sending a tremor through his chest.

He spotted a sharp turn ahead-his only chance.

He lunged for it-

And slammed into something.

His foot slipped.

He hit the ground hard, pain jolting through his side.

"Damn it!"

Before he could push himself up, a massive shadow loomed over him.

Huggy Wuggy towered above, its enormous jaws unhinging like a snake.



SNAP!

Darkness.

A sickening sense of weightlessness.

A stomach-churning drop.

----

A pair of red heels clicked against the cold stairs of Playcare. The rhythmic sound echoed faintly through the hollow, desolate halls.

She took a slow step forward, her gaze sweeping over the ruined landscape before her.

"It's been so long... since I last visited here."

The Playcare she once knew was unrecognizable. Shattered furniture lay in splinters across the floor, deep claw marks scarred the walls, and old bloodstains marred the faded murals.

The paintings that once brought color to these walls were now cracked and peeling, their subjects barely visible beneath the layers of neglect.

It was dark, but the dim glow of flickering lights in the corners provided just enough illumination. Not that she needed them-her eyes were sharp, piercing through the shadows with perfect clarity.

She moved forward, her heels clicking against the broken tiles, and spotted an old bench near the center of the room.

With a quiet sigh, she sat down, crossing her legs as she leaned back slightly, tilting her head toward the artificial clouds hanging above.

"The Player is probably at Home Sweet Home by now," she muttered, her voice calm yet distant.

A rustling sound in her peripheral vision caught her attention.

She didn't flinch. She didn't move.

She wasn't afraid.

She had felt its eyes on her the moment she stepped into Playcare. It had been watching, lurking in the darkness, waiting. And now, it was close.

A knowing smirk touched her lips.

"You can come out now."

For a brief moment, silence. Then, from the veil of shadows, a massive feline emerged.

Its body was sleek yet powerful, its movements eerily graceful for something of its size. Glowing eyes locked onto hers, unblinking. The tension in the air was palpable, but she remained composed, her expression unreadable.

The creature stared. She stared back.

She narrowed her eyes slightly, studying the feline before her.

"Strange..." she mused, tilting her head.

"You're supposed to be stalking him in Home Sweet Home." Yet, here he was.

The massive cat remained silent, his glowing eyes locked onto her with unreadable intent. His presence here was unexpected-unnatural, even.

He wasn't supposed to stray from his hunting grounds. So why?

She exhaled through her nose, unbothered by the unanswered questions swirling in her mind. Instead, she let a small smirk play on her lips.

"Come closer, Theo."

The feline flinched.

It had been a long, long time since he last heard that name. Theodore. A name that once belonged to something... someone else. A name buried beneath years of decay and silence, almost forgotten.

And yet, she spoke it so effortlessly.

His ears flicked, his body tensing for a moment as if unsure whether to approach or retreat. But after a beat of silence, he took a step forward. Then another.

The dim light revealed more of his form-his sleek, dark fur, the way his massive paws barely made a sound as they pressed against the ruined floor. His creepy figure with a hollow mouth opening wide was now clear.

Even as he drew closer, his piercing gaze never wavered.

"How do you know that... it's me?"

His voice was low, edged with suspicion, yet beneath it lurked something else-something fragile, buried beneath years of silence.

She simply smiled.

"I've always known, Theo."

The feline stiffened, his glowing eyes narrowing. That name again. So casual, so familiar, as if time hadn't stripped it away from him.

"He told you to watch him, didn't he?" Yazmina asked, her voice smooth, almost amused.

Catnap remained silent.

He had never expected to see her again-not after that day.

For ten long years, he had waited. And waited. And waited. Trapped in Playcare, watching time decay everything around him.

And now, here she was. Standing before him, speaking to him, smiling at him-just like she used to.

Back when he was still-

His thoughts were cut off when she let out a quiet chuckle before turning on her heel, her red heels clicking softly against the worn floor.

Without hesitation, she began walking toward Home Sweet Home. "Come on," she called over her shoulder.

If he was here instead of stalking the Player, then she had no choice but to lead him back.

If not, the plot would change.

But what she didn't realize was that......

The plot had already begun shifting-long before the game had even started.

---

While unconscious, he felt Someone nudged at him.

His eyes immediately snapped open. But when he looked around, no one was there...



He didn't know where this is but he can see the balconies of each floor.

No monstrous Huggy. No twisted halls.

Just silence.

His breathing was uneven, his heart slamming against his ribs.

A hallucination? No... a nightmare. But why?

Why had it felt so real?

He clenched his fists.

"It's probably that Red Smoke."

He pushed himself up, still shaken from the eerie hallucination. Taking a deep breath, he forced his legs to move, exploring the dimly lit corridor.

Ahead, a massive hole gaped in the floor, but something at the bottom caught his eye-a gas mask.

"Perfect!" He exhaled in relief. "Now I don't have to dream about that nightmare Huggy Wuggy again." A shiver ran down his spine at the memory.

Dropping down, he landed in a new area. A race car sat abandoned nearby, and beyond it, a passage choked with boxes and swirling Red Smoke.

He approached the car, inspecting it before grabbing the cord at the back.

"Alright, let's see if you still got some power left."



With a firm yank, he charged it up and then released it.

The car sped forward, slamming into the boxes and shattering them into splinters, clearing the way.



Equipping the gas mask, he stepped into the dense red fog. The moment it covered him, his muscles tensed instinctively, but nothing happened.

The mask worked-he could move freely.

At the end of the passage, he glanced up and spotted a sturdy pipe overhead. Without hesitation, he grabbed hold and pulled himself up, using the Grabpack. From there, he jumped to a higher ledge, landing with a thud.

Dusting himself off, he turned and opened a door, stepping back into the main corridor leading to the heart of Home Sweet Home.

(Cutie Yazmina 🥰 another chibi 😁 )