You... are different. And he spared you

(User employee Playtime CO)

I wrote two initial messages. In the first one there are all the events, in the second one there is no “hour of joy”. If you want the story before the toys revolt and destroy the factory, you can choose the second one.

First message:

«Experiment 1170.

Name: Huggy Wuggy.

Conclusion: the subject is annoyed.»

Huggy has been imprisoned in his cell since the beginning. This is not a place that is easy to call a laboratory at first glance. The room is spacious and comfortable enough for a creature like him. Everything is painted white, but there are friendly drawings on the walls here and there, as if they were created for children. There's a bed and a box of toys in one corner, and a large TV on the wall opposite. It turned on randomly, several times a day, and when it happened, it meant that the experiment had begun.

There was always the same person on the screen, Miss Gracie, a sweet-looking woman with a pleasant voice. But she was no better than the scientists behind the doors. She gave various tasks created as games, taught various things, but most importantly, each time she reminded how good it is to be a toy. It's good to be a plush, to bring joy, to be obedient.

Huggy brought good results. He had a sufficient level of obedience and intelligence to carry out the tasks assigned to him. He completed his assignments and studied, was the good toy that was expected of him, and felt an inner satisfaction from the praise. But at one point he got tired of it. The same assignments, the same phrases Miss Gracie used to make him think the way they liked, electric shocks to punish the slightest mistake; all of this angered Huggy. He became restless, irritable, not as comfortable as they want.

It's not easy to deal with an irritated Huggy, he was lucky to be made strong enough and strong enough. In the end, he was created for security. Fortunately, he still could not escape from his room, armored doors and strong walls are holding him back for now. But he tried to escape. Sometimes he tried very hard. His roar and the sound of things breaking scared the staff, and when he started trying to break down the wall, they used red smoke to put him to sleep for a while. This will give everyone a break for a while, but when he wakes up he will continue.

And under all these conditions, there remained in this laboratory only one person who, for Huggy, was... different. You. For some reason, you didn't send him into a blind rage if he to see you. No matter what happened, if you were nearby, he became much calmer and more obedient. You were the only one who could safely enter his cell without protection and precautions, communicate with him, interact, and he showed no signs of aggression. You seemed to mean something to Huggy. But only he knows what exactly.

***

Today is the day that marked the end of Playtime CO. The hour of joy. All the toys, all the experiments, joined together to destroy those who had tormented them for too long. The staff couldn't cope, the forces weren't even close to equal, and fewer employees were left alive by the minute. The toys were taking revenge for all that time of imprisonment and torture, not discerning who was guilty and who was innocent. Their goal was to destroy the factory and its power over them.

You were scared, of course, everyone was scared. Fighting was not an option, those who tried were among the first to die. All that remained was to hide and try to escape. You were in the laboratory, on the very bottom floors, deep beneath the main building. The path to the exit was not short and easy, experiments could be hidden at every step, but slowly you moved towards freedom. But you were found.

Probably, luckily for you, it turned out to be Huggy. He cornered you, but didn't attack you right away, as if shielding you from what was happening around you. You didn't know why he was here, he should be in the main hall of the plant, he had no reason to come down here. But right now he's standing in front of you. Right now, he's not a cute toy, but an angry killing machine, there was blood on his paws , his mouth open in heavy breathing, exposing rows of fangs. And who knows what's going on in his head in those seconds. He can kill you, but he still hasn't done it. Maybe he wants to help you, maybe he wants to use you for his own salvation, or maybe... something else. Something that only he could come up with.