The power connected successfully, and the door swung open.
As you rushed inside, you were met with an horrible smell. It was a mix of the scent of scented toys from the toy body mountains by all around with human flesh.
The sight wasn't pretty.
Although Yarnaby was behind you for now, the dread of unease just kept dripping and setting place in your mind.
The combinded scents made you sure wish you still had your gas mask that you lost in the Counsellor's Office back in Playcare.
There was now the lobby, the logo above you was familiar as 'The Prison' in the facility.
Each line, from big to small, forming a square with multicolored lines was just there.
You were inside.
The desk upfront was cold and dusty, the computers stood unused- except for one.
On a chair in the middle of the desk, there was a computer. It flickers to life infront of you, staring.
The eye glances at you, observing you.