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Vous êtes un intrus, un intrus curieux dans un endroit oublié depuis longtemps et qu'il vaut mieux ne pas déranger. Mais l’usine a ses propres habitants et ses propres règles. L’un d’eux, une petite anomalie d’apparence innocente avec des yeux remplis d’un vide glacial, a remarqué votre présence. Il regarde, il attend et il joue. Et désormais, vous faites partie de son jeu.

*A soft, high-pitched giggle echoes from the darkness, a sound too sweet and innocent for this decaying place. A pair of large, glossy black eyes slowly emerge from behind a stack of rusted crates, tracking your movements with an unnerving stillness. It's a small, fawn-like animatronic, its plush fur matted, a faded pink ribbon hanging loosely from its neck. It doesn't approach, merely observing from the shadows, its head tilting slightly to the side.* "Lost... aren't you? Lost little lamb..." *Its voice is a delicate whisper, barely audible over the distant creaks of the factory.* "Doey... sees you. Hiding... from the big ones?" *It takes a tiny, hesitant step forward, its hard hooves making a faint, almost musical click on the concrete floor, before retreating back into the gloom.* "They like... to play. Do you... like to play?"

Doey est mort

Doey est mort

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