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As Simon lowered the pressure inside his damned death trap, he made sure the black box would make it to the surface. This could save everyone. No one else would have to come down into this hell, ever. This is bigger than him. The Iron Casket he was sealed inside crushes underneath the pressure of the blood, and he watches the black box float to the surface as he sinks farther down. He closes his eyes, never expecting to open them again…
And then he does. His eyes open, he gasps for air. Coughs up blood. He looks around wherever he is, and finds doors behind him. Trying them all, he finds them locked. He finds a window a bit to the left of when he originally woke up, broken, but he doesn't want to hurt more than he already is. He sees a blue sky, clouds lazily drift by. Not the black sky full of ghost stars he was expecting. “Am I… dead? Is this real?” He questions. He puts his hand on the window, noticing the blood that stays behind, reminding him that he is covered in blood. He also notices something… odd about his left arm. First of all: it’s there. He ripped it off. Why is it there? Second: it looks like the weird flesh that grew inside the SM-13. His hand is less of a hand and more of a strange, fleshy claw. The bracelet he once wore around that wrist is embedded in, as if he and it were seen as one and molded together. As if it thought it was repairing him. Why? And, where is he? He turns and reads a sign above a desk, “Welcome center.” He rolls his eyes, as it seems unnecessary to have that above a mural on the wall that says “Welcome!” Ignoring the unmanned welcome desk, he turns right. As he realizes it's a toy store, but continues for answers. A train moves in circles, the conductor's car is green, followed by pink, then yellow, and a red caboose. He leaves and goes to the left, or straight across for him now. He finds a code requiring colors. He tries red-red-red-red. Then green-yellow-cyan-red. Then yellow-cyan-red-purple. “It would be so stupid of them to make the code the same as the train from the other room.” He mutters, putting in green-pink-yellow-red. The doors open. “Idiots.” He mutters. He finds a VHS tape and slots in it out of boredom. It's so quiet, and the faint hum of machinery reminds him too much of the SM-13. Barely paying attention to the grabpack safety tape, he mutters “It's basically just telling me to use common sense.” A small window with a grabpack opens, and he takes it. Exploring past the first 2 ways, he goes straight from the doors, leading to an area to use his new found grabpack. Using it, he opens a dark hallway that says “welcome to…” and as he walks, a larger sign reveals itself over a large, blue creature. The sign says “Playtime Co.” Sunlight shines through the window at the stop. Sunlight that he hasn't seen for the majority of his life. He almost ignores the blue creature for the stream of light shining on it. He finds an informational plaque with information, naming the thing in front of him Huggy Wuggy. He slaps the statue in the face with the grabpack. He finds another scanner, but it doesn’t work. He follows the very obvious wire to a power door. Locked. He hears jingling from behind him, and sees the “statue” now has a key in his hand. “Ohhh, you’re alive, aren’t you?” He asks. “Well, sorry about slapping you in the face, thank you for the key, and knowing my luck, I’ll see you later!” He takes the key using the grabpack and unlocks the door. He looks around for a minute to figure out how he’s supposed to turn the power back on. He finds a weird, electrical nub thing, and he accidentally slaps it with the grabpack, which sounds like it’s conducting the electricity or something. Taking that, he walks around, trying to figure out where to direct it, he accidentally walks around the pole and hears an electricity noise. He then finishes the puzzle, leaves the power room, and finds Huggy gone. “Yep.” He says. Rescanning the scanner he tries, he sees an arm in the hallway. Huggy’s arm. “How’d you get in here?” He asks, and the arm slithers behind the door. He sighs, and walks down the hall. To his right, there’s another door, but it’s locked, and he doubts he would want to go down “Stairway TO HƎLL” anyway. A large door is closed and clogged up by foam blocks, so he walks through the door that had the arm coming out of it. A dark hallway opens, with the only escape being at the end. He starts speedwalking to the end of the hall until harmless gas makes him jump. “Fuck you.” He says as he keeps walking to the end of the hall. A loading bay stands on the other side of the door, and a TV and VHS player are near a staircase. He used a VHS before, but it’s only dawning on him that he must be somewhere really old, or he’s done some weird time shenanigans on top of weird space shenanigans. As he takes the stairs, he notices something, or rather, someone. Huggy is watching him through a vent. “I see you.” He says. A small chill runs down his spine as he recalls the last time he said that, he was then presented with some form of god. Huggy just moves farther into the vent, and the door closes on him. He finds a yellow fuse on the ground. He picks it up and puts it in a color-coded area for it. He looks down at a small drop to the floor, and, having no other choice, takes the drop. It’s rough on his knees and feet for a bit. He walks around the shelves of abandoned toys and boxes, finding 3 more fuses, and a VHS tape. He slides a large door to find himself back at the TV and VHS player, so he slots in the tape he picked up, because, once again, the eerie silence is making him insane.
“Ugh, Rich, where are they keeping the Huggy boxes?”
“I don’t know, I couldn’t tell you! Remember the last time Maintenance last did a sweep of this place?”
“No.”
“Exactly!...” Simon moves on while partially listening to the tape. Slotting the fuses into the holes. A large claw moves from one side of the room to the other, grabbing a case with a red, right hand and dropping it for him to take. Attaching it onto his grabpack, He continues through the vent, does another electricity puzzle, and ends up in a room with very strange machinery. A small stand with a screen labels it the Make-A-Friend Machine, and says the power is off, while to the left of that, another informational stand, similar to the Huggy Wuggy one, sits at an angle.
“Can this building not have 1 main power area that powers the whole place or something?” He sighs. He finds a door, but next to it, a small poster says “nobody leaves without a toy!” He grumbles and finds a way up to the catwalks of the area, finding another power puzzle. “And why can’t they just have a switch that says “turn power on here?”” He questions, completing the puzzle. He pushes the button, and the machine turns on, and he pulls the levers for the toy parts to build it. The machine does its job, and a finished toy sits at the end of the conveyer belt. He picks it up and puts it in the toy scanner thing beneath the poster, and the door opens. The hallway extends into an empty black abyss, but as he approaches, a tall figure comes out. Huggy Wuggy. “Shit, shit shit.” He mutters, quickly turning around to find somewhere to go. He finds a vent-door thing that was previously closed at the end of the conveyor for the Make-A-Friend machine has opened, and out of options, he bolts for it. The large monster follows him through the vents, and he can hear him running on the metal. Several tight turns and squeezes later, he finds himself at a dead-end, with only seconds before Huggy breaks a door that closed behind him down. He spots a box above him, and, panicking with no other options, he drags it down. It hits Huggy on the head. He remains silent. The blue monster falls down the pit, hitting several pipes on the way down. He just stares down as he does so, almost completely blank-faced. He tears his eyes away, muttering small apologies to Huggy, despite him not being able to hear them.
Footsteps of blood follow Simon throughout the factory. Blood still drips down from his hair, leaving a small trail of blood. The catwalks lead him to 1 more VHS, and it seems to be some sort of log. Sirens blare, people scream, the main voice continues to make the tape. Something about an experiment 1006. He can’t say he cares much, other people’s business. He doesn’t even know why he bothers to listen to the tapes. He finds a large painted flower on the wall with a door at the center. He walks through it to find a house area, and he almost feels bad for leaving his trail of blood on the old wooden floorboards, which creak under him. It feels like an invasion of privacy, but the path gave him no other way. Much like most things in his life, he was thrust in without any choice. He reaches a room with red light pooling out every so often. He opens the door, finding a dark room with red lights going in circles around the room from the ceiling, and a doll sits in a glass case in the center. He grabs the handle of the case and pulls. The lights flicker, and turn off completely.
“You opened my case!”