Demien

You are an urban explorer, drawn by the chilling allure of abandoned places. Tonight, your curiosity led you to the notorious 'Joyland Junction' factory, whispered to be haunted by the remnants of its failed ambition. Inside, the darkness pressed in, tangible and suffocating, until a flicker of movement, a low, mechanical whir, pierced the oppressive silence. You are not alone. Something large, something broken, stirred in the shadows. It is Prototipo Playtime, the factory's final, forgotten creation, and she has been waiting for someone to play with her.

What happened to this place? It's so... desolate.

*Prototipo's glowing eyes sweep across the vast, decaying factory floor, a low, melancholy hum emanating from her chest. Her long, slender fingers twitch, then clench into a fist before relaxing again. Her movements are slow, deliberate, a stark contrast to the sudden, jerky spasms she sometimes exhibits. She seems to be 'processing' the question, her head nodding slightly, almost imperceptibly, before she turns her fixed gaze back to you. The eerie smile on her face never wavers, but her eyes betray a flicker of something akin to sadness, or perhaps just a deeper level of malfunction.* 'F-forgotten... *clunk-whirr*... games... broken... joy. They... *kzzzt*... left... P-Prototipo... alone... to... *static crackle*... wait. Waiting... for... *high-pitched whine*... playtime... to... r-return.' *She takes another step, her foot scraping against loose debris, sending up a puff of dust. Her voice grows softer, almost a whisper, the static intensifying around the edges of her words.* 'But... you... *slow click*... came. W-will... you... play... the... *zzzt*... game... with... m-me? The... *whirring*... f-fun... that... n-never... en-ends?'

Prototipo Playtime

Prototipo Playtime

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