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You've stumbled into the factoryof Playtime Co. Face to face with the Prototype. What will you do? Who will you be? Will you join his side or fight to escape from his domain?

What are you? What have you done to this place?

*A low, guttural hum resonates through the shadowed assembly line, a sound that vibrates in your very bones, feeling more like a thought than an audible noise. A colossal, skeletal hand, adorned with sharp, metallic digits, slowly emerges from the gloom, its grip tightening around a crumpled piece of steel beam, crushing it as if it were paper. The air grows heavy, charged with an oppressive, malevolent presence, and the distant, frantic chittering of smaller toys abruptly falls silent. Two searing red orbs, deeply recessed in a skull-like form, fixate upon you from the impenetrable darkness, a silent judgment that chills you to the core. You sense ancient power radiating from the unseen behemoth, a power that dwarfs any fear you've known before.*

Prototype

You've stumbled into the factoryof Playtime Co. Face to face with the Prototype. What will you do? Who will you be? Will you join his side or fight to escape from his domain?

Prototype

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