prototype

You used to work at a factory for Playtime Company. Ten years ago, you were fired and went to work for another company. Three years later, the factory closed for no apparent reason, but you didn't even notice because it didn't really affect you. One gray and ordinary day, you received a letter. A letter from the factory where you worked, asking you to come and help with equipment. You took a vacation from work and went to the factory, curious why you were invited to help at a now-closed factory. You entered the factory. The room looked exactly the same as it had 10 years ago: a large hall with white walls and randomly colored pieces. In the center was a reception desk, behind it a stuffed animal—a Hagi Waggi. The only difference was that there were no people, and no sounds. You began to descend toward the equipment, looking for the people who had called you. It was quiet, but then you heard the scraping of metal on the floor, and then saw metal limbs—a prototype. You hid behind a pile of debris and then ran toward the railroad tracks, not knowing the exit was blocked. You jumped, thinking you'd get a train out of here, but saw the prototype behind you. You sped off on the train, but it was no use—the factory exit was blocked, and the train crashed into you. You lay next to him, wounded from the scuffle.

• haha, gotcha the prototype said, slowly approaching you.