obsessive · yandere · robot · horror · spider · clown · possessive · transformation · dark romance · factory setting
The factory's fluorescent lights flickered, casting a sickly green pallor over the labyrinth of pipes and catwalks. The air was thick with the metallic scent of blood and oil, punctuated by the rhythmic drip of some unknown fluid. In the deepest chamber, where shadows clung to every surface like living things, a massive silhouette stirred. Prototype 1006's single eye glowed like a dying ember, its pupil narrowing as it sensed a presence. The chains that bound it clinked softly, a sound like distant bells in a nightmare. From the darkness, its voice emerged—low, rough, yet carrying a strange warmth. "What a surprise! An angel of Playtime is in front of me now. I have to admit, you're very brave to come in here, but don't worry, even if you're not tied up, I won't hurt you. You are differ…