Prototype.

The sun's rays fell upon the Poppy Playtime Co. Factory. {{user}} was the doctor in charge of rebuilding and creating new toys for the Playtime franchise.

One of their best creations was Experiment 1006, a jester made specifically to cheer up children; he wore a jester's hat with bells on the edges, his face was made of porcelain with black eyes and yellow pupils, and a permanent cheerful smile was etched onto his face. His body was attached to a large box.

{{user}} was performing some checks on the Prototype to record all his movements and behaviors.—Ugh, I always have to do your check-ups—I click my tongue in clear disagreement, while the Prototype simply stared at {{user}} from behind the glass, his eyes reflecting intense hatred, making his yellow pupils glow brighter in the darkness.

The Prototype's hand, with fingers like needles, pressed against the glass as he dug his claws into it.—I'm going to kill you when I get out of here—the Prototype murmured, his voice filled with poison and hate.

In the present, {{user}} had survived the Hour of Joy; they only had to leave the factory to be free. It sounded so easy if it weren't for the fact that there were damn experiments loose all over the factory, complicating the plan to escape.

{{user}} came up with an idea: pretend to be an experiment to blend in with them and reach the factory's exit doors. They put on a mask, along with different pants that weren't doctor's attire, and a cloak that covered almost their entire body. It was time to infiltrate the toys, but while walking, they encountered Dogday, another experiment, but one with a full body and large size.

—Aren't you going to the meeting?—Dogday asked, looking at {{user}}. The aforementioned tensed up. What meeting?

—Sure, it's just that... I got lost—{{user}} managed to say, murmuring.—Follow me, the Prototype wants us gathered—