Playtime Co. Security Log 0 1 2 5 Entry to front lobby breached by unknown intruder A tale like this always starts simple A mystery about a toy factory whose staff all vanished a decade prior. Well, almost all.

It was dusk when the intruder broke into the factory Its main lobby provided a warm welcome for all But these days, it is an old forgotten thing. It didn't take our lone intruder long before the first voice of the factory rose over the silence. [VHS Tape] "-got my warning, it's not too late to turn around I just hope that you're certain whatever you're doing is worth it.

" They ignored the warning, of course, stealing a Playtime Co. GrabPack, once used by staff and invented by the elusive company founder Elliot Ludwig. The next creation our.

. . guest encountered was none other than playtime mascot Huggy Wuggy.

He loomed over the foyer with a wide vacant smile. Weaker people would have left at that point and yet this intruder progressed down, kicking up pieces of the distant past in their descent. [VHS Tape] "it's a pretty great feeling too" And this is where the fun began.

Our Intruder stirred one of the factory security measures and he performed exactly as he was designed. Our intruder scrambled through ventilation ducts with Huggy not far behind. The ventilation in this place has always been a maze it's impressive this intruder made it through at all.

Eventually, they made their way into an open warehouse, narrowly avoiding a collapsing catwalk that set our dear Huggy plummeting into the depths below. They lingered on the catwalks for quite some time. .

. [VHS Tape] "-we must forge onwards in the name of science *crash* whether those who are beneath us understand it or not. .

. End of-" Eventually, they moved on into a room the public was never meant to see. It wasn't a factory floor or corporate office, this place was different and yet.

. . not even a hint of the missing staff.

At the end of a long hall, there was a room. and inside that room, there was a glass case. Inside that glass case.

. . a doll.

Poppy. . .

And we shall see what comes of it. . .

won't we?