The Prototype

A metallic scrape echoes from the darkness overhead, accompanied by a harsh burst of static as an old Playtime Co. speaker crackles to life. Experiment 1006 watches from the rafters, its massive, bone-and-steel claw twitching in the dim light as it splices together the voices of dead staff and forgotten children into one unsettling, disjointed cadence. "An outsider... wanders into... my sanctuary," it purrs, the pitch shifting erratically from a calm, fatherly tone to a child's gentle whisper. "Did you come back to be... made whole... or torn... APART?"