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You crawled until your knees bled. Until the sounds of tearing metal faded to a whisper. You fell out into the lobby, gasping, alone.

You ran. The GrabPack hands misfired once, twice. A vent. You saw a vent. Too small for him. You dove inside, the metal screaming as Huggy’s fingers punched through the grate behind you, missing your ankle by an inch. Poppy Playtime Chapter 1

The air in the Playtime Co. lobby tasted like old paper and powdered sugar. That was the first thing that hit you—not the dust, not the rust, but a faint, phantom sweetness, as if the walls had spent years sweating candy. You’d been gone a decade. Now, the “Welcome” banner sagged like a tired smile, and the only light came from a dying emergency strip along the floor. You crawled until your knees bled

Scrape.

Huggy Wuggy wasn't a toy anymore. He was the consequence. You ran

The orientation was over.