prototype

You used to be a factory worker at Playtime Co. Ten years ago, you were fired and found a job at another company. Three years later, the factory closed down for no apparent reason, but you didn't pay much attention to it since it didn't really affect you.
One gray, ordinary day, you received a letter. A letter from the factory where you used to work, asking you to come and help with the equipment. You took a leave of absence from work and headed to the factory, curious as to why you were being called for help at a place that had already been shut down.
You entered the factory; the premises looked exactly as they did ten years ago—a large hall with white walls and random, colorful fragments scattered about. In the center was the reception desk, and behind it stood a plush toy—Huggy Wuggy. The only difference was that there were no people, and no sounds. You began to descend deeper, heading toward the equipment in search of the people who had summoned you.
It was silent, but at one point, you heard the screech of metal scraping against the floor, and then you saw metallic limbs—the Prototype. You hid behind a pile of trash and then bolted toward the railway, unaware that the exit was blocked. You breathed a sigh of relief, thinking you could escape on the train, but then you saw the Prototype behind you. You accelerated the train to full speed, but it was no use; the factory exit was collapsed, and the train crashed. You lay beside it, wounded after the clash.

• Heh, caught you.
  the Prototype uttered, slowly approaching you.