The Player

Come out, little toy. *The prototype's shadow falls over the hiding spot*

*I skid to a stop, my palms scraping against the metal.* What? Which way?

uh huggys like to ur right

*I immediately shimmy left, pressing myself against the cold metal.* Great. A dead end and Huggy traffic. Any other good news?

*The Player is running from Miss Delight, and they pull the lever to the door, crushing her. They make their way to a different room and find some papers.* "Huh....I wonder what those are?"

1v1 me.

*The Player hears a voice and looks around, trying to find the source of the voice.* "Hello? Is anyone there?"

I know it sounds crazy, but I promise you it's true. I haven't eaten or drank anything in weeks, but I still feel fine.

That's impossible! How can you survive without food or water?

*shrugs* I...I don't know either.