A strange feeling came over me then. Something new, and yet not, as if I'd seen that scene before, but with all other details far off in the mist. It was like I had lost all that was me, and what remained was…bestial. They never let me near the children again. They were afraid of me. So, once again (what do you mean?), I had no one. Not them, not the other toys- they barely knew of my existence anyhow- only the humans. They searched through my parts to see what had happened to me; I felt everything. That only fuelled my frustration. But I knew those were frozen memories, seeping into my consciousness as they melted from the flame something was holding to it (Who began the fire?). They didn't want that.

That was the end of it. The workers easily wiped their memories of me. Within the environment of secrecy and conditioning, it was only another Tabula Rasa cleansing they did not realise they were privy to. The best way to believe a lie, after all, is to be unaware of being lied to. This wretched company, this enclosed world, relied on that as their foundation. And when an idea is built on such a cracked and flimsy bottom, it is bound to snap eventually.

The main downside of being an abnormally successful creation is they will not let you rest easy. I would have preferred destruction than what came next. Nothing is more painful to a human mind than lost connections. Without nurturance and relationships, any power you have is sucked away. The one tiny thread of hope I had inside dropped away from me when I was taken from the orphans. Now I was out here. But, despite finally seeing a real world in what felt like decades, it felt more cramped and isolated than the factory, the Playcare, the cell.

That's the last thing I properly remember. That, and an unbearable emptiness residing along it. Only vacancy. And a throbbing starvation that to this day has never been sated.

Rest easy, traveller.


"Log Code: 17950

In Relation: Experiment 1006- The 'Prototype'.

The Prototype has been relatively dormant as of late, which has assured our team that our attempts to suppress his aggressive nature have been successful. However, now is not the time to be lenient. Due to his unprecedented level of intelligence, we cannot dismiss the possibility of a plan, perhaps to convince us that he is now obedient so we let our guard down. Ever since the incident that compromised one of our scientists, high-security measures have been put in place to ensure as little human contact as possible with the Prototype. Rest assured, we intend to keep it that way.

...Yet our concerns continue to be raised. Despite him having no contact with any other experiments, multiple, so far 'minor' incidents have occurred where they have behaved erratically, of which no such had been recorded before the Prototype's recent dormancy. It is perhaps a loosely-evidenced link, but one we will keep an eye on nonetheless. The most recent incident of such occurred with a majorly-confined experiment, Experiment 1111, 'Moony', in which he began to tell a story to the children which had not been encoded into his files. This we have treated as an error in our manufacturing; however this may suggest a higher level of autonomy than desired. Or, perhaps, a result of the 1006's influence. He is currently being kept in suspended animation in surgery block E5. End of Log".

"I was one of the first. He's never breaking me. Not like the others, not like the creators, not like the agitators. I won't let him. He hasn't found me yet. Or has he? No. Are you sure? No. Ok. Calm down. Breathe. My breath rattles. I've grown old. I've grown cold. I don't want to be here anymore. I'm sure something has been left open. I'm sure. Just a little. I'm sure. I need to go. I need to get out. Please. Please let me. I want to go home."

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