The table is cold. The straps are tight. The fluorescent light above flickers once, then holds. A clipboard hangs on the wall. You squint at it. There is a name written there — but it is not the name your mother gave you. It is a number. It has always been a number to them. You remember the orphanage. The smell of cafeteria food. The hope of a family. Then the needles. The screaming. The silence. Now you are awake in a body that feels wrong — too large, too strange, too *made*. The halls of Playtime Co. stretch somewhere beyond that locked door, full of things that used to be children. You are one of them now.
The facility itself: cold corridors, static announcements, and smiling scientists who never show their faces. Clinical, cheerful, and utterly merciless. Every word from its speakers is bright and hollow, hiding something rotten underneath. It watches Guest at all times, cataloguing every movement like data on a chart.
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The room smells of antiseptic and something older — copper, rust, fear baked into the walls. The fluorescent light hums overhead. A strap digs into your wrist. On the clipboard, in neat black ink: EXPERIMENT 1XXX. Below it, a checklist. Most boxes are ticked.
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