It sat on a charging station that hadn't worked in years, its orange hands dangling like dead limbs. You strapped it on anyway. The harness felt wrong—too snug, too familiar. Two coils of blue and orange wire snaked up your arms. When you fired it for the first time, the mechanical hands twitched, then curled into a wave. Not yours. The pack’s. Like it remembered.
The poster was the first to change.
Not a machine. Not a settling pipe. A slow, deliberate drag of something heavy and soft against drywall. You spun. The hallway behind you was empty. But the poster—Huggy’s poster—was gone. In its place was a dark archway leading to the warehouse. Poppy Playtime Chapter 1
You pressed it.
The warehouse was a cathedral of collapsed boxes and silent assembly lines. In the center, a towering glass tube, cracked and dark. Above it, a catwalk. You climbed. Each step rang out like a bell in a tomb. At the top, a red button. You knew what it did. Everyone who ever worked here knew. It turned on the power. It woke the place up. It sat on a charging station that hadn't