[VHR Tape Audio Log]

(Heavy breathing in the background.)

Scientist: "Sir, ma'am, I ask that you remain calm whenever you interact with the... patient. He's only been awake a few days now. In many respects, he's still adjusting."

Mom: "Is that... Is that him? Is that my boy?"

Scientist: "Yes, ma'am, it is."

Mom: "Oh, George. That's our boy. Jackie."

Dad: "Why does he look like that? What did you do to him?!"

Mom: "Stop it, George! Just stop! That's our son in there. Our SON."

Dad: "Dear, look at it. That's not even human!"

Mom: "Let's just talk to him. Y-You'll see. Let's just go in there and talk to him. Can we? Can we talk to him?"

Scientist: "Yes, ma'am, you certainly can. Go on in, whenever you're ready."

Mom: (voice shaking) "Jack? Jack, I... I want you to know... I'm so, SO sorry. I've never forgiven myself for what happened. I've played it all back a million times in my head, and I know, I KNOW there had to be... SOMETHING I could have done. I could've reached a little further. I could've noticed a little sooner. I could've-"

Doey: (flat, emotionless) "Who. Are. You."

Mom: "J-Jack? Honey, it's me. It's mommy."

Doey: "M...Mommy?"

Mom: "Yes. Yes! It's mommy and daddy. You remember, don't you?"

Doey: (Voice growing unstable) "Leave. Me. Alone."

Mom: "Hey. Hey, you'll be okay, I promise. Mommy's only here to talk."

Doey: (Now frantic, panicked) "No, no I don't WANT to talk. GET OUT!!"

Dad: "Susan, I think we should leave..."

Mom: "Jackie, I'm staying right here. I'm not leaving you. Not ever again, do you hear me?"

Doey: (voice breaking, hysterical) "The gentle voices lie! I know what they do! They lie... And they poke... And they hurt!"

Dad: "Susan, Susan get away from it!"

(Doey groans and breathes heavily.)

Mom: "J-Jack?... Mommy won't lie to you, Jackie. Mommy won't hurt you. I'd NEVER hurt you."

Dad: "Hey... Hey! Open this door!"

SLAM

Dad: (panicked, screaming) "Oh god, Susan! Please! OPEN THE DOOR!! PLEASE!"

SLAM

(Doey's sobbing echoes as the tape cuts off.)

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The screen flickered, then shut off.

Silence.

He stood there, heart pounding, struggling to process what he just heard.

"Holy shit..."

He had known Doey was different. Knew there was more to him than the gentle protector everyone saw.

But this? Three kids.

Kevin Barnes-the trouble child. Matthew Hallard-the charismatic teen. And Jack Ayers-the child who had the accident.

The realization settled in like lead in his stomach.

No wonder Doey was so....... broken.

He wasn't just one lost soul. He was three, forced together in a body they never asked for.

And when Jack's parents came looking for him, Kevin took over....and he killed them.

No,

The scientists wanted this to happen.

They lured Jack's parents there, locked them in, and watched.

Watched as Kevin did exactly what they expected him to do.

"Goddamn it..." He ran a hand down his face.

"No wonder he's so messed up."

But now wasn't the time to dwell on it. He had work to do.



He quickly gathered the explosives and moved toward the gas room. His plan was simple-redirect the gas to increase pressure, blow this place to hell, and then get the hell out.



As he planted the last charge, a loud creaking noise echoed through the tunnels.

"...Oh, that can't be good."

A pipe burst, spewing pressurized gas into the air. Warning alarms blared. The tunnels were flooding.

"Shit, shit, SHIT-"

He turned and sprinted as fast as he could. Steam erupted from the walls, making it harder to see. The tunnels twisted into a maze of blinding fog, metal groaning under the rising pressure.

And then-

A figure loomed ahead.

Doey.

He stood in the mist, tense, his glowing eyes darting between the shadows. His voice wavered, uncertainty creeping into his usually steady tone.

"The Prototype... I lost track of him in the tunnels."



"Have you seen him? Was he at the Foundation? Or was he..."



W-what?... What's going on? He's... I led him away, didn't I? The generator's fine, it's-"



BOOM.

A deafening explosion roared through the underground, shaking the walls. The impact sent a blast of heat through the tunnels, and the shockwave forced him to steady himself.

Safe Haven.

Poppy, Kissy, the others-they were in there.



Doey's entire body stiffened. His breathing hitched. Then, realization dawned.

"Oh, no..." Doey whispered in horror.

Then, screaming.

Not from Doey.

From the others.

From his friends.

He turned, sprinting down a different path back toward Safe Haven. The tunnels were crumbling, gas hissing from ruptured pipes, the stench of burning metal filling the air. His lungs ached as he pushed forward.

When he emerged, he felt his stomach drop.



Safe Haven was gone.

What was once a refuge was now a graveyard.

Fire crackled through the ruins, gnawing at what little remained. Smoke coiled into the air, thick and suffocating, painting the sky in choking black. The metal walls were scorched beyond recognition, twisted and warped from the heat.

Scattered across the rubble lay broken bodies.

The fallen.

Toys that once laughed, played, and hoped.

They didn't stand a chance.

A choked sob shattered the eerie silence.

He turned.

Doey stood in the center of it all.



Crying.

"I'm sorry... I'm so, SO sorry," he whispered, his voice hollow, barely above a breath.

His form trembled. His claws dug into his arms, clutching himself as if trying to hold together something already breaking. He stared at the lifeless figures around him-as if willing them to wake up. As if begging for them to forgive him.

He stepped closer, his gaze falling on one of the motionless toys before Doey.

Bobby Bearhug.

The one who had always tried to comfort others.

The one who had believed in him.

Doey shuddered violently, staring at Bobby's lifeless eyes. "I failed you. I was never what any of you needed. I was only made to hurt things..."



His breathing hitched. His claws dug into his skull, his body heaving.

"My fault. My fault..."

He squeezed his head tighter, his voice cracking into something raw.

"Hurt. Everything hurts. Hurt back. ALWAYS hurt back."

His words spiraled, his thoughts collapsing under the weight of his grief.

"Parents. Scientists. Everyone. Have to-" He inhaled sharply, sobbing. "My friends... He killed my friends!"



He took a slow step forward.

"Doey, I-"

But before he could finish, Doey jerked up sharply.

His sobs twisted into something else.

Rage.

His eyes snapped to the him, his pupils contracting into pinpricks.

His voice turned venomous.



"YOU...."

The ground shook.

His frame tensed. His claws flexed.

"It all started with you."

The fires behind him twisted the air, distorting his face into something monstrous.



"You and her."

His voice cracked, caught between fury and grief.

"You ruined everything."

But then-doubt flickered across his face.

Doey's body twitched. His mind warred with itself.

"No... no..." His voice wavered. He shook his head violently. "They... they jumpstarted the generator. They-"

Doey's expression twisted. His voice snapped back into a growl.

"They destroyed everything!"

The heat distorted his form, making him look more beast than toy.

Then-he snarled.



"I'LL KILL YOU!"

He barely dodged as Doey lunged, his massive form tearing through the rubble.

But in his blind rage, he miscalculated.



Doey's claws slammed into the weakened wall beside him.

CRACK.

The structure gave way.

"Doey, STOP-!"

Too late.



The wall collapsed, burying Doey in a storm of debris.

Silence.

He coughed, stumbling back, his vision blurred by the thick dust.



For a moment, nothing moved.

Then-

The rubble shifted.

And something crawled out.

Not Doey.

Not anymore.

The dust settled, revealing a twisted, reptilian abomination.



Its elongated, grotesque body emerged, its limbs warped, unnatural.

But the worst part?

The three contorted faces peering from within its mouth.

Jack.

Matthew.

Kevin.

Each one screaming in agony.

Doey's transformation was complete.

Its eyes burned with fury, despair, and madness.

Then-

It screamed.

And it was no longer human.

It was something far, far worse.

But before he could react, before he could even breathe, Doey's voice-warped, twisted-spoke again.

"GIVE. ME. THE. OMNI-HAND."

He froze.

Doey's claws twitched. Its three faces twisted in rage, desperation.



"GIVE IT TO ME!" Doey's voice was a mangled chorus of pain and fury.

His grip on his Grab Pack tightened.

He didn't know why Doey wanted it.

For what??

It seems like there's something important he wanted to do with this but-

Whatever Doey wanted the Omni-Hand for... he would not allow it or else it wouldn't end well.