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Melanie was a child, only 6 years old, when she was transformed into a "toy" after being chosen by Dr. Sawyer to become a "Bunzo Bunny." Melody's experience was similar, except she was 10 when selected to become a "Bunzo Bunny." Melody, one of the "toys" shipped out and placed on store shelves, was purchased by the Johnson family for their only child, Ariel. Melanie remained at the factory and was there during the hour of Joy, while Melody was far from the incident, safe with Ariel and her family. In 2005, a month before the player arrived at the factory, Melanie was 16, and Melody was 20. It was in this factory that Melanie had become afraid and unwilling to stay in the harsh environment any longer.

Melanie's Point of View:

During "the hour of joy," which happened when I was 6, my play care caretaker, Mariah Summers was killed. I didn't want her to die, I would have protected her if I knew they were gonna get her.

I cried a lot when they took her body away after the hour of “joy,” I didn't know what happened to her for 1 year until one of the toy Huggies was complaining about it because he was Mrs. Summers' friend, Jimmy Jackson. I was only 7 when I found out.

I had a mental breakdown and retreated to a cubby hole where I could be a hermit for 5 years. I felt very safe in my cubby hole. My friend, Theresa, tried to convince me to come out and apologize on behalf of Timothy Jenkins, the Daddy Longlegs toy that ate my mother, and I think killed her, but I told her "I don't want your ‘sorry!’ What's saying sorry gonna do anyway?"

Theresa asked, "Do you not want an apology?"

I reminded her "Sorry means you did something bad, but you didn't do anything bad, so you don't gotta say it. I can't ever forgive him, not even if he was trying to stay alive. I wanted to say goodbye to her with a real funeral, but he... he ate her. She was my mom. And it's not like I just don't want him to say sorry; it's like, sorry from him wouldn't mean anything anyway. He won't ever really change or mean it, or fix anything, and 'cause he never really said sorry for real, It doesn't make me feel better 'cause he's not the one being nice."

Theresa said, "I'm sorry." Theresa was 8.

I was 12 when I came out of my cubby hole. It was the year 2001. I felt comfy in my cubby, Theresa would come to visit me regularly, but she refused to be cooped up in a cubby hole like me but due to the danger of the factory, she never tried to make me leave. On the wall was My full name, Melanie Mariah Summers. Mariah Summers made her name my middle name. I keep it as a reminder of her.

I think another reason Theresa let me stay in my cubby is because it gave me a moment to grieve, the factory was a horrid place where nothing was safe, it was worse than a ghetto in my opinion. No one went to the cubby, however, I had the cubby to myself to give me a minute to grieve. When I was a child, I always thought of living in a Walmart and making a whole city out of Walmart and living there with other people, now I think the outside world is best because you'd run out of food in a Walmart and have to leave.

I had a constant routine in my cubby, it wasn't what kept me sane, though, I used to play in my cubby and talk to Theresa. She and a lot of other things including music kept me sane.

What made me leave the cubby was when Theresa stopped showing up. She stopped bringing me old cans of peaches, apples, and rice. I never ate the workers due to my trauma. I didn't want another kid to have their mom's body ruined by me.

Okay, so here's the reason I left. Catnap used to walk around the halls, looking for "toy" people to eat, and Theresa said she had an agreement with him where she'd be like his maid and do whatever he asked. Now, talking about Jemina Thompson and Mariah Summers, they were both really into their religion. Mariah was Catholic, so I was too, but Jemina was Protestant. Jemina would teach us about the Bible, and we learned that worshiping false idols, like idolatry, was a sin in Christianity. But here's where it gets complicated. Catnap started worshiping the prototype because he thought the prototype saved him. But the prototype wasn't a god or anything; he was just a man who had been experimented on and ended up hurt and messed up.

I'm not trying to speak badly of The ProtoType; I feel sorry for him. Theresa told me that Catnap wanted her help to build a shrine for the prototype out of dead toys to honor him. With her Christian beliefs, she was uncomfortable with it, but she was scared of what he might do if she said no. She didn't want to become a martyr or something like that and didn't want to end up like Shadrach, Meshach, and Abednego, but not make it out alive like them.

Theresa knows what Catnap does to heretics.

Theresa was super scared when telling me this and panicked, she didn't wanna offend God as she told me that "God is the only thing protecting me in here," but she also didn't wanna offend Catnap because "Catnap keeps me alive and able to bring you fruits and such from the cafeteria."

I told her it may be wise to "Get out of here because you don't wanna anger God in this situation. Maybe, we can... I don't know, say no?" Theresa then looked at me as if I was crazy and told me, "You're so out of the loop because you live in this little cubby hole like a hermit that you have no idea what would happen to me if I said no?"

Theresa was so flabbergasted that I was super happy to be hidden away in my cubby hole. I'll NEVER regret being a hermit. There was NOTHING for me out there.

Theresa asked, "What do I do? Can I just do it? The Bible says you can sin if it's to save a life, do I do it? I'll repent and God will forgive me, anyway. God will always forgive me because it says he will in his word and Jesus Christ says that life is more than law and that the law is made for us, not us for the law, so it's to benefit us."

I agreed and was so upset that she felt that she had to do this. In any other situation, she'd reject out of respect for God, but she's so scared that she feels she has to build a shrine for a mere man. A mere human. It was infuriating, it made me happy to be in my cubby.

I wanted to stay in my hole, my hole was liberation to me at that moment.

So, Theresa left, but I wasn't sure she'd do it. You know, in Christian culture, we're taught to be willing to die for Christ, so I was kinda wondering if she'd really go through with it. But then again, she's an American who's been living through this nightmare, so maybe she's more focused on surviving than anything else. It was weird because, for four days, she didn't come by at all. She usually stops by every day to drop off five cans of fruit for me. We'd always split a can between us, chatting and eating together. It just felt really strange not seeing her.

I guessed Theresa was super busy because Catnap always had stuff for her to do with the prototype. Like, if the prototype needed something, Theresa would jump to do it for Catnap, mostly because she was scared, I think. The prototype made her do some pretty weird stuff, like adding body parts to him. And she even had to clean him up, taking care of his wounds and stuff. Jemina had taught Theresa first aid when she was little, so she knew exactly how to handle it.

After two more days without seeing Theresa, I started to worry. I thought maybe Catnap had her busy with something super important. But after one more day, I just knew something wasn't right. Theresa always made sure I had enough food, trying her best to keep me from going crazy and turning into a monster like the other toys.

I think she did it to keep herself from feeling lonely, to have a friend, but also because she cared about me. It was probably both reasons.

For her to disappear for so long and not bring any food is totally not like her. She hasn't come back at all. I'm really scared. I kept thinking, what if she said no to Catnap? What if he decided to... eat her or something? I knew I had to do something to help her. I couldn't just let her die because she was trying to stand up for what she believed in.

So, I mustered all the bravery I had and made up my mind to leave my little hideout. I climbed out of this tiny hole in the wall, a place most people never bother with because they think it's just empty space, and a spot I've kept hidden by covering it with a piece of broken wall from the factory, all held together with tape. I carefully peeled off the tape, using the two golden cymbals I had to scrape it off. Then, I tucked my roll of duct tape under my makeshift bed, making sure to hide it well. I didn't want anyone to find and take it, because I planned to use it to fix the wall again when I came back.

Once I left my cubby, I finally got to witness the state of pure decay and blood around me. It was far worse than before. I couldn't believe it. The place was a wreck. How could the "toy" people let it get this way? Well, they were just kids, but by now, some of them should have been around 13, like Theresa. Catnap should have been at least 17 years old.

Once I saw that, I left with very low expectations of what I would find. I was terrified, but I knew I couldn't and shouldn't turn back. She's a person and my friend. I can't just leave her behind. I walked down the hallway of my area looking for her. I didn't have a camera, though I wished I did, so I could document this for future people to witness and understand what happened here. I wanted people to know that we weren't just lifeless toys in here; we're people, too.

However, I didn't go searching for a camera. I found Theresa standing near the shrine of The Prototype. She had done it. She hadn't said no. I didn't know how to feel about that. It felt like she was enslaved, forced to do things she believed were fundamentally wrong, yet she ignored it. Theresa looked at me as Catnap worshiped at the shrine; she wasn't worshiping, just standing there, looking down at the floor. Dogday was there too, but he was looking at me as well. He wasn't worshiping either. He was just confused. He hadn't seen me in years, so he asked, "Why aren't you in your hole?" I was taken aback. How did he know I was in a hole? Did Theresa tell him? She had told me she never told anyone. I looked at Theresa for signs in her body language that this revelation shocked her, and it did.

No one was supposed to know where I was for my own safety, that dang Prototype probably asked those ugly little critter people to watch me like a dang hawk. I wasn't gonna protest, but you could see in my shocked, livid eyes that I was furious. Inside, I thanked God that he kept me safe because of my catholic caretaker, and I thanked him for Theresa's safety due to my upbringing, but I was still infuriated that these critters probably told Dogday, a big "toy," a predator, where I was. I wasn't a big Bunzo Bunny, I was a little one, one meant to be shipped off as a toy for children.

Big Monsters eat little "toy" people like me, I quickly ran to Theresa to hug her and shot Catnap the dirtiest look I had. I was infuriated by him. I couldn't express it, but I was.

Dogday asked, "Where did you go?" So, it seems like they knew I was in a cubby hole, but didn't know which one. I said nothing, I didn't want these freaking monsters to know where 12-year-old me was. I was a small, vulnerable child.

Dogday asked me again, and I replied, "Nowhere," with such a bitter seeth in my voice. I looked at Theresa and asked, "Where were you for, like, what? 4-6 days? Or more, maybe, I don't know, the days blend, now."

Theresa whispered in my ear, "Catnap was hungry, and I had to hunt for him, but I was really trying to get frozen meat from the factory to feed him since we still had electricity. I wonder who kept paying the electricity bill, if this place even has one, or does it run on its own electricity or solar power? I don't know. Anyway, I got some ancient meat from the freezer. I don't like eating people or cannibalism. It's animal meat. I think it's beef. Maybe steak? It looked like steak. The beef was... aged. My mother, Jemina, used to eat aged beef, so... is it fine? I don't know. Catnap's still alive, though, so he can take it.``

I was flabbergasted; she was trying in any way possible not to have to feed dead people to people. I would have done the same thing.

I looked at her with a look that pretty much said, "Oh no, I wouldn't have done something like that... Well, maybe, but you took a big risk doing something like that." And that's exactly what was going through my mind.

This woman fed the guy meat that was far past its prime. He's been surviving on what she calls "Aged Steak." I didn't call Theresa out on it because, frankly, that would be an insanely foolish move. I'm not that reckless. I decided to ask Catnap why Theresa was here. Catnap told me that she was here to worship, so I was confused 'cuz she doesn't believe in doing that sort of thing, but she told me not to say jack, so I shut up and didn't ask any questions.

I asked, "Can I take Theresa to my room to play, please?" And he agreed, I did it to get her out of the situation because she wasn't worshiping at all, and I don't mind that, I was just worried that if he noticed she wasn't worshiping, he'd eat her.

I took her to the entrance of my cubby and asked her, "Did you get really scared? You're just 13, right? Are you okay?" And she nodded but said nothing.

Fast forward to when I was 16, it was 2005. I and Theresa chose to run away from the factory, food was running out and we were having trouble conserving the cafeteria's leftover food. I don't want to live here anymore. I don't want to live like this anymore.

Theresa was 17 at this time and told me, "If we go outside, we'll have way more chances than staying in here. We could even work at McDonald's, find a cheap place to live, and buy stuff that's not too expensive. So what if we can't get a mattress or a bed frame right away? Who even needs them?"

Theresa's been super realistic about this whole "leaving thing," you know? She's been talking about getting out for forever. In her mind, we gotta pack up our stuff to make a decent life outside. But honestly, I'm out no matter what. This place? It's worse than being homeless. So, I started packing up all the food I had stashed in my cubby, rolling up the cans in my blanket like it's some kind of bag. I even tossed my pillow in the blanket wrap. Yeah, I turned my blanket into a makeshift duffel bag.

When I finished packing, I heard a soft, familiar whisper. It was... Oh, shoot, CATNAP.

I quickly tied up my bag to keep everything inside safe, then dropped it as a signal that I wasn't planning to leave, hoping to trick him into believing I had no intention of escaping this nightmare. I was worried he might have spotted me.

I cautiously peeked out and saw him heading towards my cubby. In a panic, I grabbed some tape to seal the entrance and squeezed myself into the walls of my little hideout. The fear of dying was real because so many of us never make it out alive.

Catnap was calling for me for some reason; that man never called for me. By now, he'd be... 21 years old. Catnap is a grown man. Why would he want to call me, a 16-year-old girl who doesn't want to be bothered?

What if he was hungry? Food was getting sparse, he may be on the hunt. My stomach began growling, which terrified me, not because I was starving, but because he'd hear it. I had never made a deal with Catnap to keep my freedom as I was worried I'd only make it as his servant, which scared me. Catnap is a tyrant.

So, I'm not really a big eater, right? And I don't need much food to keep going, so I decided to dash back for my bag. Snagged a can of food and guess what? Only ate half of it. Yeah, just half. Then, I got all crafty with it – closed up the lid part using this rubber band I've been holding onto, wrapping the top of the can in some fabric since I screwed the lid off. Why? To keep the other half I didn't eat from making a mess in my bag and wrecking my stuff. Totally ingenious, right?

I heard Catnap whisper as I was running away from my familiar spot in the wall "Where are you?" That made my ears very uncomfy.

I knew I couldn't leave that wall, it blocked Catnap from getting to me and was too thin for him to enter.

Suddenly, as I was nearing the other hole in the wall on the far side of the hallway, I heard Theresa yell "Hey Catnap, it's me. I got some food for you, alright? Are you hungry? I found this dead critter. I thought of you when I first found the poor thing." Theresa succumbed to feeding Catnap people who were already dead. She even went for employees, but none that she knew were parents due to my trauma.

Theresa degraded to simply tolerating other people committing cannibalism as long as she and I weren't and they weren't killing people.

Peeped out real quick and saw Theresa handing Catnap this dead Critter "toy" person, right? A Hoppy Hopscotch. Then I just ducked back outta sight. The next thing I know, I hear Theresa dropping something, screaming and booking it, sounding like she's backing away or something. And then there's Catnap, just going to town on his meal. Man, I was praying it wasn't Theresa getting chomped on too. But then, thank God, I hear Theresa crying. I mean, I ain't happy she's upset or anything, but those tears? They let me know she was still with us. That's the only kinda luck we got in this mess.

Catnap whispered, "Where is Melanie?" Knowing my name, somehow, I guess she told him. I don't mind that, it was probably one of her attempts to keep me safe. Theresa told him, "Look, I didn't... I mean, I never went to check on her, okay? Catnap, could you maybe... I don't know, be a little softer with me?"

It felt so weird. It felt like a grown man like him shouldn't be scaring us teens like this, even though he grew up with us.

I mean, I guess that feeling is correct. Catnap was heard whispering "Are you okay?" I was too scared to come out, I wanted to help her, but I didn't know how to keep both of us alive and just started brainstorming how to do so, I do not trust Catnap.

Theresa replied, "Nah, I'm not okay. Look, just... Can we go find another dead body or something for you to eat, alright, Catnap?"

Catnap asked, "Are you trying to lure me away from Melanie in the walls?"

Theresa just shouted, "I just know that you're hungry and I gotta find something for you to eat."

Catnap just whispered "You don't need to. I already ate. Thank you."

"I get it, I do, but to make sure you stay, you know, full... or at least kinda satisfied, since we've gotta be careful with our food and all... I thought, maybe I could show you where there's more food." Theresa said in what sounded like shivers.

Catnap went hunting a day ago, I'm not sure if he saved some food for later, he usually doesn't.

This may have saved our life, especially her life since she is the closest one to him.

Catnap whispered, "Where is Melanie? You're my maid. Tell me where she is." He sounded... demonic, not just in his voice but in the tone; he was trying to force her to tell him.

She lied and said, "Underground, I think? I ain't too sure. She's been out and about a lot more, lately, ever since she bounced from her cubby hole. Maybe she's underground, you know, scrounging for food or something? Like, check the cafeteria. That's usually where we head to."

Catnap whispered "Tell me or else you will take me to her. No exceptions. If you don't, I will hunt you down and kill you."

Theresa then began to ask questions like, "Are you going to eat her? What are you going to do? I'm scared, please, we're just kids. Please, I'm scared. Don't hurt us, I'll just take you to her if you promise me we'll be alive. What do you want? Please, tell us."

I peeked around the corner of the hole slightly to see what was happening, hoping I wasn't hallucinating and that I'd see her alive. She was alive, but he was holding her in the air in such a way that I thought he'd kill her. She had been through so much; I didn't want her to die. I started to step out as he said, "You will take me straight to her."

I was ready to give myself up when she said, "Okay, I'll take you underground, but she might be long gone by now. Like, by the time we get there, she could've dipped, or my memory of where she's at might be old news. She don't stay in one spot for too long!"

Catnap looked at her and I heard his stomach growl, he was still hungry and he wasn't full, Theresa gulped and said, "I promise I'll take you to her if you tell me where- I mean, what you want with her. I promise. I'm the only one who has even the slightest clue as to where she is‼" I stepped out of the hole to rescue her, but he noticed me and whispered "You lied..." 

Theresa shouted, "What do you mean‼?" Looked at me and shrieked, catching even Catnap off guard, but not me, I'd do the same thing. Theresa was yelling, "I thought she was underground‼ That's where we last were‼ Oh, my gosh‼ I swear, that's where I last saw her‼ She must have gone to her cubby, I swear, that's what happened because that's her home‼ It's like her apartment‼" He put her down in concern for her it seemed and asked, "Are you... Scared of me?"

Theresa shouted, "Of course I am, you absolute—Gah!" Theresa burst into screaming, livid rage. Theresa screamed, "How are you gonna ask me that, knowing you were just tryna scare me? That's messed up!"

Catnap didn't look at her, he looked at me, and I... Did he smile wider? What... Is he... Laughing? Chuckling? Giggling? THAT PIECE OF GARBAGE IS GIGGLING.

MELANIE, KEEP YOUR COMPOSURE. I'M CHRISTIAN. I DON'T CURSE. I DON'T CURSE.  I DON'T CURSE. I DON'T- I DON'T FREAKING CURSE, BUT I ALMOST DID JUST THEN.

I ran to Theresa and held her, his stomach growling and Theresa, always ready to serve, said, "Oh, Catnap, my bad, I'll find you something to eat, like one of them dead workers, probably a scientist or something."

It's like she was trained by fear itself to serve him. That's horrifying.

Catnap giggled and then stared at us for 1 second. Then I saw red gas, and we skedaddled out of there as she screamed, "Yo, we gotta get you some food, NOW! But hold up, WHY you doin' this?! You got me straight-up terrified! You get what it's like to be scared, don't you?! Is this you tryna flex your power or what?! I've been sticking with you for YEARS, always tryna have your back! We're like, tied together by all this mess we've been through!"

Catnap was very powerful here as the protégé of The Prototype-1006. He was trying to knock us out. I think he knows we're escaping, and the prototype put him up to this.

We held our breaths as the red gas surrounded us; we didn't breathe because we couldn't inhale that garbage. I saw a grab pack, put it on, and used it to open the door and escape, but Catnap was still behind me, and I was wailing in screams. I hoped maybe I could call the Prototype and tell him to stop Catnap from killing us because Catnap would listen to the Prototype.

I started yelling, "Prototype, help, tell Catnap to leave us alone." The Prototype did nothing.

I felt so helpless and alone, but I wasn't stopping. Death would not stop me. I used my grab pack to open the next door and saw Huggy Wuggy. I shouted, "Huggy, no, please," as Huggy looked down at us, then at Catnap, and then ran off, scared of the red smoke. I ran behind and made sure to unhook my grab pack from the entryway, only for Catnap to escape with us.

THAT WHORE OF A SCRAPPY TOMCAT CAME WITH US.

I ran as far as possible until I couldn't hold my breath any longer and had to breathe in the air. I saw things and wasn't able to navigate my way around because the hallucinations took over my vision; nothing I saw was reality, meaning I was practically blind, quite literally, to the real world. Theresa held her breath for 20 more seconds and navigated me out of the room into another where the red smoke was starting to bud, so we moved quickly into another room. She took my grab pack and used it since I couldn't see, and she was able to use it to grab something that carried us over something; I think it was a hole. I was practically blinded by that dang opioid gas, so I'm not sure what it was. That gas is poppy, and poppies are used to make opioids.

Theresa told me that she was seeing things, but it was minor, so we kept going. My vision cleared up, and I saw the room, but I saw elephants. Large blue elephants. I knew they weren't real, so I ignored them.

Catnap wasn't close by, at least I think he wasn't. We had made it very far away from his area; I didn't see the red smoke anymore. I looked around to see if I was still in play care; I wasn't. This scared me. Where was I? We needed to move fast, so I looked around for a hole in the wall, and when I saw one, I looked into it to see another room, which worried me. The walls weren't thick here. They're thin. 

We need to be careful; Ms. Delight haunts these halls. She watches us; I don't know how. I knew her; I used to play with her before I became a "doll" and lived with Mariah Summers. We began sneaking around, hiding behind random objects, moving chairs to conceal our bodies. I immediately panicked when I realized I had brought no luggage; it contained food we could feed her if she felt hungry.

I looked at Theresa to see if she had some; I saw that she didn't. We've come through here a couple of times but never trusted Ms. Delight. We typically would get food from the Work Cafeteria Kitchen and only resorted to the School Cafeteria Kitchen when a stranger was in the Work Cafeteria Kitchen. We thought of going in there for food, but she may be in there. We may have a chance at getting out of here alive since Catnap could have made a round to feed her, but to make sure, I whispered to Theresa, "Have you fed Miss Delight?"

Theresa has been the maid for Catnap for... for... I forgot how long. I know it was for years. I haven't calculated how many years, though.

Theresa paused in thought for two seconds, then replied in a low whisper directly in my left ear, "I... I don't know. I don't typically feed her. My job was to tend to Catnap; he fed her. I don't even ask about her."

I hoped she was in a deep conversation with "Barb," a darn bloody... Bunch of pencils stuck on a... ball of yarn on a ruler, or a brain on a ruler? I don't know. I haven't even tried to make out what it is, but some say it's yarn and others say it's a brain. All agree that it looks bloody.

I hid under a chair that we were moving under. We hadn't been outside in years, so days blended and we were too scared to look at a clock to see if she was out.

I’m not more scared of her than mommy, mainly because I don’t trust Mrs. Long Legs. I don’t know her real name. It’s like a cult in Playtime Co. They stripe you of individuality and then tell you that you are no longer a child, but a toy.

I was told my new name was “Bunzo Bunny,” I was one of the rare female Bunzo Bunnies. Most of them are ironically men, you’d think they were girls by the way they’re made to look. I wondered why they didn’t make me a Bunzoey Bunny, Bunzoey Bunny is Bunzo Bunny’s twin sister in the lore of Bunzo Bunny. There are female Bunzoey Bunnies, no male ones, but I do wonder where they are as they were not made very often it seems.

I think they got me turned into a Bunzo by mistake. I read in some files left behind in a lab where Leith was complaining that they made three female Bunzo Bunnies when male orphans were meant to be put in those three. Sickening.

I’m not a commodity. They should have obeyed my mother, Mariah, and left me alone. Turns out, however, the three of us were meant to be the first edition of Bunzoey Bunnies. I had made it through the school, but I was so anxious because this was where the train was. What if… Wait a minute, forget about Catnap being here. This is… Wonderful! The train can take us back to the entrance of the factory. We’re free!

I looked at Theresa in glee, but she was anxious and asked me “What about Jimmy Jackson? My brother?” That’s when I realized… In our zeal to escape, we forgot her brother, Jimmy! I feel like such a butthole!

Theresa’s Point of View:

I'm Theresa Thompson. I had left my journal of my memories of Jemina and my brother. I couldn't believe it. I didn't even take a photograph of Jemina with me. I wish I knew art. I'll learn how to draw as soon as I get out of here. Jimmy has the journal, he fills it with memories. I need to redraw Jemina.

And Jimmy! What about Jimmy?! Jimmy is a Huggy Wuggy! He's skinny and spindly, he can't protect himself! Oh, my gosh! I gotta contact him, somehow!

I gotta protect him! I look at my BFF, Melanie Mariah Summers. I ask Melanie “Can we go back?” She shook her head, saying, “We got so far, and so lucky! We may not be able to. Catnap could be here any minute and who knows the prototype’s plan? He’s practically waiting for us to die to take our body parts.”

Melanie is NOT wrong. I’ve worked for Catnap for years ever since I was a child. I’ve seen the prototype make some dastardly plans. This is one of them. Luckily, he had a tinge of ethicality in him to not kill us for parts.

I cried because I wanted to go back for Jimmy, I could try to get to a playcare phone or.. Wait… “What if I got a phone? I took a phone from one of the dead workers. It was fully charged because it’d been off for years. I have it in my overalls, I got one for Jimmy,” I said. I always thought about the contacts on that phone. I never fed that worker to Catnap because she had a husband and a six-year-old son.

Plus, Melanie would hate me for feeding someone’s mother to Catnap. This is a part of her trauma. I never fed the guy whose phone is Jimmy’s now to anyone since that guy was a husband and father. I don’t know their names. I tend to ignore the texts because I feel guilty. I killed people in the hour of joy, it was only scientists that hurt me like Melanie but I feel guilty nonetheless.

Melanie looked at me and said, “Call Jimmy,” so I pulled out the phone from my overalls and dialed the number from the phone of… That guy that died. Jimmy answered and asked, “Where are you? Catnap is eating a toy near me. I had to feed him a dead toy I found. I’m hiding. Are you good?”

I asked, "Where are you? I'll come get you!" Then I turned to Melanie and whispered, "Go hide and make sure to get on that train. Have Kissy Missy send the train back or someone, and me and Jimmy will return. I don't know how you'll do it, but send the train back to me once you get to the destination."

"Catnap is freaking out about you because he wants you to come back," Jimmy said. I was confused but asked, "Why? Are you being blackmailed? Where are you? Jimmy, be honest, is Catnap blackmailing you? Is he hungry? Listen, in the school cafeteria, Miss Delight has leftover food in her kitchen."

Jimmy Jackson should be about 19 now. He was nine when he was turned into a "toy." I'm scared because he's super tiny. "Listen, that doesn't matter. Catnap wants you," Jimmy said. Jimmy is definitely being blackmailed. There's no way he isn't. "Listen, my sister isn't cooperating, I'm sorry, Catnap," I heard Jimmy say over the phone. He is being blackmailed!

Catnap is heard saying, "Put her on speakerphone." So, I hear Jimmy say, "Catnap wants to chat on speakerphone." He turns it on, and I hear Catnap trying his best to shout into the phone. Catnap is... Not very nice. He's a grown man, so of course, he's cursing me out.

I'll try to censor it as best as possible, but he said something along the lines of, "You ****ing *****, you need to come here ****ing now before I kill your brother. The Prototype saved us all from that torture, and you disobey him? No one is allowed to leave the playcare; it's his rules!"

"I… uh… I'm not leaving, I'm exploring. Why would I leave? You know I love you, Catnap. You're my best friend. Remember? I told you that when I was a kid, and we got along so well… for a year… or so… longer!" I said. We got along for a year, and then… he got obsessed with the prototype and started hurting people… And then the cannibalism always scared me… And he got cruel… I'm not really the best of friends with Catnap.

Catnap knew this as we started having small arguments… You see, I became his maid at a fairly young age, I was… About… 9? I needed him to help me get food from the work cafeteria and the school cafeteria for Melanie when she shut out the world. It was dangerous, and I was a scared little girl. He was about… 13? I think so… He was much nicer to us kids at 13. He was also quite huge.

He was a good friend to me for two years, then I got mad at him for killing and eating a "toy" person, but he forgave me because I was feeding him and complimenting him. I was 11 when the arguments started, and he was.. 15? I think he was 15. He was still nice to me.

However, I think my anti-cannibalism made him feel guilty. I never judged him for eating an already dead body, but I was like, "No, don’t kill him!" "Stop, he’s alive! Go for a dead person, instead!" "I’ll feed you stuff from the work cafeteria, why eat him when you have other meals that aren’t people?!" It got messy.

As much as I loved him, he was horrifying and got violent when I would protest. I tried to help them, but he got violent so fast. The first time he got violent was when I was 12. I was 12 and a half. He was… Well, it was two years after our first argument, so he was about 17. A bit too old to be hitting on me, I think. I’m not sure if it’s normal for siblings. Me and Jimmy get along.

I think I was far too young to be dealing with stuff no adult should have to deal with. I blame Playtime Co. for that. If you want to know what happened to make him hit me, well... It was an awkward day.

It was 2001, 5 months before he made the shrine, and... I caught him chasing down a Huggy Wuggy. It wasn’t Jimmy, but I still tried to protect him. The Huggy’s name was Georgie. Georgie was 13, so I tried harder to save him since he was so young.

Catnap wasn’t angry, I think, but he wanted a meal. I kept begging him not to since I was going to feed him, but he preferred to hunt on his own. I just fed him to keep people safe, including myself.

Catnap grabbed me and lifted me in the air. I kept begging him not to eat me, and he told me to "Stay out of my way!" Then he slapped me and tossed me at the wall. I found myself doing something I hadn’t known I could still do as a toy. You see, in my childish mind, I thought I was full of stuffing. I had no idea that I could Bleed.

He asked me, “Are you okay?” He sounded concerned and tended to me as The Huggy Wuggy got away. I was happy to see that the “Huggy” was safe, he was tending to the blood dripping from my forehead. He was apologizing a lot. I freaked out because I realized that he wasn’t going to eat me, but I was bleeding and I could be very hurt.

“Catnap, can you take me to the doctor?” I asked. He sounded guilty as he said, “I’ll try.” There was a hospital in the lab. I knew first aid, so I asked him to “Get my first aid kit, Catnap.” He rushed me to a hospital where some toys helped me.

I looked up and saw a familiar face... Poppy? Man, I was so happy to see her. She was all over the place, tryna help me out. Catnap went and told her I got hurt, but he ain't spill on what he did. I Wasn't even thinkin' 'bout that at the moment.

After that, Poppy and I became tight. I was super nice to her, but for some reason, she never needed food, so I didn't bother bringing her any. When I hit 13, Catnap didn't hold back as much hitting me 'cause I was a teenager by then.

I wasn't 'bout to let him hit me, but I was way too scared to hit back, so I'd just run or throw up shields and try to chill him out. Catnap hit me for... some weird reasons. I wasn't letting him go off killing folks. I was tryna be a good person... or at least the bare minimum of good.

He didn't hit me much since I was bringin' him food sometimes, but if I got in the way of his hunting, that's when he'd lash out. Being 13 and all, I wasn't cool with it. Kids ain't down with murder and cannibalism. I started keeping my distance when he was on the hunt so I wouldn't get hit by Catnap anymore. I just focused on finding him food, always hustling it back from the work cafeteria so whoever he was after wouldn't end up being his snack.

I did what I could with Catnap, but I ain't Catnip. I can't just calm him down or make him not hungry with a snap of my fingers. I Ain't got no magic. Just 'cause I'd sleep under his arm to keep safe, just 'cause I picked up some cat-like ways from being around him, doesn't mean I was all in with him. I loved him, but the dude was straight-up terrifying.

Present Day, in 2005, I was negotiating. “Catnap, listen, if you need anything, you-” Catnap snapped. He sounded like he was about to blow a fuse on me when he was berating me bitterly. I was terrified, but I was also angry. How could he berate me? I just wanted to be free like all the others and he was holding me back! “Jimmy, get to the train station,” I said, then I told Melanie to “Run as far and as fast as possible.” Melanie got on the train and I ran to set the train in motion.

I went back for Jimmy, scared out of my mind for him, not even thinking about my own safety. "Jimmy, it's okay. Catnap, please, show us some mercy!" Catnap was pissed at me, trying to blackmail me into coming back, so I hurried over even faster. I was thinking, "I might not be able to leave."

I could hear Catnap growling... Or was it his stomach? Wasn't sure, but I sped up. Sweating, panicking, clueless on what to do. "Jimmy, don't let him eat you! Catnap, please spare us! Jimmy, can you handle the prototype?" Jimmy was freaking out, crying, "He's coming, please!" Didn't know who he meant, but I made it there in record time.

I even begged Miss Delight to keep Catnap from eating Jimmy for a bit. Miss Delight offered her help, so I was like, "Help me save Jimmy from Catnap! He's my brother!" Miss Delight is off her rocker, but she agrees to help.

Following me to Catnap, who paused to ask Miss Delight, "What are you doing here?" I was losing it and yelled, "Jimmy, get over here!" Jimmy rushed to me, and we both tried to get away while Miss Delight attempted to calm Catnap.

Catnap was yelling at her, but she was a total wildcard, so he eventually backed off. Jimmy and I made it back to the train station, but the train was gone. Hiding in our safe spot, we saw the train coming back for us. Miss Delight was out there screaming her head off, making me whisper to Jimmy, "Jimmy, let's book it, Catnap's made her lose it even more."

Jimmy pulled me onto the train. I called Poppy, and when she picked up, I was all, "We need to get this train moving, now! Poppy, Miss Delight's lost it! Help us!" Poppy caught on quickly and made it happen. We were finally on our way to freedom!

I hugged Jimmy as the train pulled away from the station, both of us ready to start over. When we arrived, Melanie was there to greet us, and we left the factory behind. We made it outside and took off as fast as we could. Found some cars with gas, but we were too small to drive them.

Ended up walking, then running, scared the prototype might come after us. Hit the main road, spotted a bus, and jumped on without paying. The driver was freaked, so I was like, "Nope, just no! We're escaping this nightmare and heading to the back. Just drive and leave us be!" And with that, we all darted to the back and hid under the seats.

The passengers freaked out, so I was like, "Chill, I'm not gonna hurt you! Get over it, you haven't seen or been through what I have! Now just leave us alone and let us head into the city, okay? Just leave us be!"

The passengers were like, "Are they talking toys?!" And I was like, "You haven't seen others like us?!" I was so confused, but I wasn't about to entertain it and just stayed in the back, saying, "We'll get off the bus when it ends up in a city."

Once the bus stopped, Melanie, Jimmy, and I jumped off the bus and bolted. We caught another bus to get even farther away from the factory. But when we got off, we saw people chasing after us, so we booked it even faster. They were just some kids, but I told them, "Leave us alone!" Scared they might hurt us out of fear, you know, because we were living "toys."

I just sat in the corner of an alley when the kids stopped chasing us; there were only two of them. They stopped because their parents called them over and apologized to us. Nice kids... kind of. Jimmy cried tears of joy, and so did I, but Melanie was crying tears of... sadness, maybe? Probably because it was all so traumatic. Escaping was terrifying, and I was still scared the prototype or Catnap would come after me. Nothing was going to stop them if they did, so we kept moving.

I don't know where we're going to stay, but I had plans to live with my Uncle Carter. I hope he will let all of us move in with him. I know that Jimmy will be accepted, and I am certain that I will be accepted, but will Melanie be accepted in his home?

To be continued…