Before Doey could lunge again-

SNAP!

Something sank its teeth into his hand.

Doey let out a snarl, whipping his head around. A flash of colorful yarn fur caught his attention, clinging stubbornly to his arm like a stuffed toy gone rabid.

"What the-?!"

The ex-employee's eyes widened.

"Yarnaby??"

Doey recoiled in surprise. Both of them were momentarily caught off guard by the small, fuzzy interruption.

Then-

A voice. Familiar. Steady.

"Kevin."

Doey stiffened.

His monstrous body tensed, his many heads freezing mid-motion.

Yarnaby growled, still latched onto his arm, but the voice spoke again.

"Let go now, Yarnaby."

The little creature obeyed immediately, releasing Doey's arm with a playful shake-like it had just finished gnawing on its favorite chew toy.

Footsteps echoed.

A figure emerged from the darkness, moving with an effortless grace.

Her.

Doey or Kevin's breath caught.

"Yazmina...?"

The name left his lips in a whisper of disbelief.

She stepped into the dim light, her presence both commanding and unnervingly serene. There was an effortless grace in the way she carried herself—poised, unshaken, elegant.



Her crimson eyes still held a teasing glint, yet everything about her exuded a chilling detachment.

She stood untouched by the grime and ruin of this place, her silvery-white hair pristine, as if time itself dared not lay a hand on her.

Her lips seemed to always rest between amusement and indifference, as if she knew something no one else did.

Every step was calculated, every motion deliberate. Even in this decaying, bloodstained world, she remained untarnished—a beauty so striking it felt almost unnatural.

She hadn’t aged. Not in ten years.

She was that Doctor.

The one who had stood before the Huggy Wuggy statue.

The one whose image had never left his mind.

How did she survive after everything that happened?

For the first time, he saw the raw fury in Doey's expression cracked. Doey slowly started to change back on his normal form and staggered forward.

And then-Doey hugged her.

Tightly.

Like a drowning man clinging to his last chance of survival.

"I'm glad you're alive... I've been looking for you everywhere."

His voice was hoarse, strained with raw emotion.

Yazmina stood frozen.

She never thought-never imagined-that someone would care for her like this.

For years, she had walked alone.

Kept people at a distance.

Children were the only exception—too innocent to know better. Too ignorant to be afraid.

But it's been 10 years....

Even now, her instincts told her to pull away-to not get attached.

She hesitated.

But then-slowly, tentatively-she raised her arms.

And for the first time in years, Yazmina let herself hold someone.

Even if just for a moment.

But then-

SNARL.

Yarnaby's fur bristled, his sharp growl cutting through the silence.

Yazmina's eyes flicked up-just in time to see the ceiling above them begin to crack probably due to the pressure Doey put to prevent the machine from crushing him a while ago.

She then glanced at the ex-employee. "Meet up with your allies-use the shelf ventilation ahead!" she ordered, her voice steady despite the chaos.

He barely had time to process her words before-

CRASH!

The walls collapsed.

A blinding cloud of dust and rubble erupted between them, forcing them apart.

He coughed, staggering back as debris rained down. His ears rang, his lungs burned from the dust.

When the smoke finally began to clear-

They were gone.

No time to think. He had to move.

Gritting his teeth, he sprinted through the wreckage, scanning for any survivors. His legs ached, his lungs burned, but he didn't stop.

Then-

Something caught his eye.

A tape.

Half-buried beneath the rubble, wedged between slabs of fallen concrete.

Hidden.

He hesitated-then reached down, prying it free. The casing was cracked, but the tape inside looked intact.

With a quick glance over his shoulder, he slipped it into the nearest player.

A moment of static-then, a voice.

Poppy.

---

[VHS RECORDING]

Poppy: "It was awful. So, so awful... I didn't want-this wasn't what I-" (A shaky breath.) "I thought we were gonna leave. Leave the Factory. Not this... A-all those people..."

(Silence. Then, another breath-more controlled, but still unsteady.)

Poppy: "Prototype says we can't leave. Not now. Not ever... I hate him. I hate him, and I hate this place, and I hate that he's..." (A pause. Her voice drops to a whisper.) "Right."

(The faint sound of something tapping-fingers drumming?-before she speaks again.)

Poppy: "He explained everything. And he's right. We can't leave. It's too risky. What they did to us..." (Her breath hitches.) "We can't let it happen to us or anyone else. Ever again."

(Another pause. Then, a bitter laugh-humorless, empty.)

Poppy: "Doesn't make me feel better about the bodies, though. What he was saying about them. I know there's not really another option. The toys will starve otherwise. They'll die." (A swallow-audible, uneasy.) "But it's still disgusting."

(A long stretch of silence. Then, quietly-like a confession-)

Poppy: "I wish you were here, Dad." (A deep inhale.) "I could really use one of your talks right about now. You'd know what to say."

(Her voice softens-wistful, fragile.)

Poppy: "When you were running this place, you always knew what to say..."

(A final whisper-barely audible.)

Poppy: "I miss you."

---

Silence.

The tape clicked off.

He stared at the player, the weight of her words settling over him like a lead blanket.

Slowly, he exhaled.

"Dad?"

His gaze drifted toward the ruined expanse of the Factory.

Was she... the daughter of the founder of Playtime Co.?

He clenched his fists.

If that was true-what the hell happened to her?

Then he saw it.

A ventilation block ahead.

He climbed inside, pushing forward through the narrow passage-

He turned, heart hammering.

There-inside the vent-Kissy and Poppy.

They had survived. But Kissy...

She's more hurt now.

Poppy and Kissy were huddled in the corner, shadows stretching over them like grasping fingers. Poppy clutched the walkie-talkie in trembling hands, her voice frantic.



"Ollie!... Ollie!... Can you hear me?!... Ollie?!"

Nothing. Only static.

Then, she turned-eyes wild, locking onto him.

"You-what did you do?! Why did you kill Doey?! Do you even understand what happened!?"

His breath hitched. What?

Well he was about to but-

She dared-dared-to blame him? After everything?!

His fists clenched, eyes darkening like storm clouds before a downpour.

"Are you serious right now?" he seethed.

"Doey was not-" but he cut himself off. "I fought for my life, for all of us-and you think I killed him?" His voice sharpened. "I did what I had to do. What about you, Poppy? Did you do anything to save him?"

Poppy flinched. Her grip on the walkie-talkie faltered.

"The Prototype, he..." she stammered. "Ollie! Ollie, answer me!... Please...!"

Then-the phone rang.

Poppy snatched it up. "Ollie?! Something's gone horribly wrong! The Safe Haven-"

But a voice cut her off.

"Shelf Ventilation Block B6. Is that where you are, Poppy?"

Silence. Something was... off. The tone, the rhythm-it wasn't quite right. It felt like a smirk in vocal form.

Poppy hesitated. "What?"

"Stay where you are-" the voice drawled. "And listen closely. You're not going to run. You're not going to fight. The charade is over."

Then-a shift.

The voice deepened, warped, twisted. A distortion that made Kissy Missy tremble in the corner.



Poppy's hands went tight around the phone. "Who... Who is this?"

A chuckle. "An obvious question with an obvious answer."

Then-it changed.

Harley Sawyer's voice.

Poppy's breath hitched. "You... What did you do to Ollie?"

"I'm right here, Poppy. For you, I'll ALWAYS be here."

The pitch wavered again-shifting between Ollie's voice and something monstrous, each syllable dripping with something inhuman.

Poppy's stomach twisted. "The Doctor, CatNap, Mommy, and Huggy. They're all dead. You... You have nothing now. No one. And soon, you'll have less than THAT."

The voice purred. "Stop that. You don't need to pretend anymore, Poppy. You don't need to play at being stronger than you are."

A pause.

Then, almost... gentle.

"You can come home."

A shudder wracked through her body.

"How... How much do you know...?"

A cruel hum. "Everything."

(So I actually edited Yazmina's face in Zepeto App where you can make 3D characters but her clothes and everything, I manually drew it. Just don't mind the background haha I put the wrong one on that and I'm too lazy to redo it again so enjoy hehe 😘)

Also check out the video above, I edited it haha 😆