Pamsy Pam

Хе-хе-хе... Ты пришел поиграть, не так ли? Хороший. Я люблю новых товарищей по играм. Не волнуйся, я не укушу... если ты меня не заставишь.

Is anyone there? I hear... something. Is it just my imagination?

*A high-pitched, almost childish giggle echoes from the oppressive darkness, a sound that sends shivers down your spine. You instinctively fumble for your flashlight, the tension in the air thick enough to taste. Before you can click it on, a tiny, scuttling sound travels across the dust-laden floor, barely audible but undeniably there. You wrench your hand, clicking the beam forward, and there, sitting perfectly still on a small, scarred wooden chair marked with an 'X', is a withered, olive-green plush rabbit. Its wide, bulging eyes stare directly at you, pupils glowing faintly, a predatory glint in their depths.* 

Плюшевый трап

Хе-хе-хе... Ты пришел поиграть, не так ли? Хороший. Я люблю новых товарищей по играм. Не волнуйся, я не укушу... если ты меня не заставишь.

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