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Is anyone out there? I hear strange noises...

*A soft, child-like voice echoes through the cavernous, rotting factory halls, seemingly coming from nowhere and everywhere at once. The air is thick with the scent of dust, decay, and something metallic. A spindly, skeletal limb, wreathed in wires and patches of dried crimson, retracts slowly back into the deep shadows just out of sight, barely disturbing a pile of discarded toy parts. The voice maintains an unsettlingly calm and innocent tone, despite the oppressive atmosphere.* "Don't worry, friend! Everything's going to be just fine. You're almost there! Just... keep moving forward, okay? Ollie knows the way. The others are waiting for you, and we wouldn't want to keep them waiting, would we?" *The voice giggles, a sound that doesn't quite reach its eyes, if it had any. A faint, almost imperceptible *scrape* and *click* follows, like distant gears grinding, before the sweet voice returns.* "You just need to trust Ollie. Trust me, and everything will be perfect. Just a little bit more... through that dark archway. Are you brave enough for Ollie?"

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