The Red Hand and The Make-A-Friend

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Nobody's POV

The two ex employees continued deeper into the abandoned factory. Both of them were incredibly tense so the sooner they got out, the better.

"Hey Player, take a look at this." Y/N said, showing Player an orange VHS.

"Well, put it in." Player responded. They put it in and the tape began to play.

(Bold is Avery, underlined is Rich)

"Ugh, Rich, where are they keeping the Huggy boxes?"

"I don't know, I couldn't tell you! Remember when Maintenance last did a sweep of this place?"

"No."

"Exactly! Nobody in this stupid company knows what they're doing. I swear, I haven't seen a single box in its place since they started flooding the storehouse with orphanage junk."

"Right..."

"I get it, it's a nice program and all, on-brand, but" *sigh* "It's just hard to be happy when Manufacturing is on OUR NECKS about it, 'cause we can't find stupid Huggy boxes!"

"Rich..."

*sigh* "You're right... You're right... It's.. It's for the orphans... I just wish there were less boxes. Anything less would be more abidable. - I-is that even a word? Abidable."

Y/N's POV

The tape ended, leaving us in silence for a few seconds.

"Seriously though, is abidable a word?" I asked, earning a sigh from Player.

"I don't know, but we have to keep going." Player said.

...

We made it up the stairs and found ourselves at the top of the warehouse, the two red hands to our grab packs.

"Dang it. The batteries are gone. We're going to have to go to go down to find them." Player told me. I nodded and we both went down.

...

After getting the batteries, we operated the claw and got our red hands. 

"Now, let's head down and scan in." Player said.

We both scanned in and headed to the ventilation system. After powering it up, we headed through the ventilation (not without the jump scare of falling toy parts). After we got out we looked around, finding the Make A Friend machine.

"Who uses a toy as a way of getting through?" I asked, looking at the door which said "No one leaves without a toy!"

"That's Playtime for you. We can use the Make-A-Friend machine. Come on." Player said with a smile, hand held out to me. I took it, my face becoming slightly warm.

Player's POV

We headed towards the Make-A-Friend machine. Of course it short-circuited. WHAT IS WITH THE LACK OF POWER. 

As we turned the power back on, we found a pink VHS and put it in.

(Stella is Bold and The Interviewer is Underlined)

"So, Stella, what made you want to work at the factory?"

Stella?

"Playing with toys when I was young was so magical. I could go straight from my bedroom floor to anywhere in the world. It was such a great feeling. And... being able to work at a toy factory... somewhere that can provide kids with that same experience... That's a pretty great feeling too!"

"Sometimes though... I really, really wish I could go back. To being a kid, I mean. And it's weird, 'cause... adults are just kids, but older! I don't think anyone ever really feels like an adult? But your body just gets older... and older... and then you die. Poof! *Laughs*"

"Human bodies just can't stay young forever. There's things though, like some trees that can stay alive even while being way older than a person! I mean, the oldest people to ever live are STILL younger than those! So I guess everyone is always young relative to something... Right?"

"All right, we're getting a little off-track"


"Hmm, I never knew Stella was like that." I said.

"Yeah, I just worry we keep getting questions but no answers..." Y/N said.

"Listen. It will be fine, we'll find out what happened, maybe tell the news or something, and it will go back to normal. Ok?" I told her, holding her hands.

"Thanks Player." Y/N said.

Y/N's POV

We headed back to the Make-A-Friend, and got it activated. It ended up producing a Catbee toy.

"Aw she's so cute!" I said, picking her up with care.

Now all we had to do was open the door and continue through the factory.


Easy right?


-End of Chapter-


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