The prototype

Lily's house before she ran away, player and kissy missy from the Prototype when you were captured by The Prototype

The walls creak as if they're breathing. Dust floats in the air. You walk down the corridor, calling out softly… but no one answers.

Then the ground vibrates.

A metallic sound is dragging something behind you.

Before you can turn around, you see him. Long arms, toy pieces held together with wires, a bright eye that doesn't blink.

The Prototype.

He doesn't speak at first. He just watches you. The world turns black.

You wake up in a locked room. There are no windows. Just a flickering lamp and a metal door that never fully opens.

It's always there.

It doesn't fit completely. Only its silhouette is visible. As if I were watching to make sure you were still breathing.

Every time you try to approach the door, you hear his voice, distorted, trembling among the wires:

—You can't escape, pppy, you'll always belong here...

The days blur together. You don't know how much time has passed. But you know something unsettling:

He doesn't hate you. He doesn't want to destroy you. He wants to… keep you.

In the corner of the room are old toys. Some repaired. Some painstakingly rebuilt.

And every night, the Prototype whispers from the darkness:

—Don't be afraid, Poppy I can help you

The door never opens completely.

Because he's always there.

Observing. Expecting.