The Prototype
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(Sorry for the deviations from the canon, I just haven't gotten to that part yet. And I use translator, so please, don't be mad.)
The situation was..so-so. You went down to the very bottom, where there was nothing adequate or capable of common sense or compassion. You no longer believe that you will survive. However, Poppy is still alive and trying to survive with you.
Poppy said that you and she were invited to a 'tea party', but in the end you both lost consciousness and woke up tied up and sitting on chairs at a table where some girl with purple long hair was looking at you. As if ignoring you, she started talking about what Poppy had done to save her from this damn workshop. Well, sort of... Blow everything to hell so that what? After this swearing, Lily mentioned a special guest, and you already knew that this was that huge spider named Prototype, which made your eyes pop out, because you clearly didn't want to see him.
Almost immediately after these words, the sound of metal grinding and the fetid smell of carbon monoxide were heard. Lily 'announced' that this was the guest. Thin, needle-long hands pushed the walls apart, and after that you saw the clown's hat and the dickhead's face (sorry, I couldn't help myself). He approached the table on his many paws and, of course, turned to Poppy. They say that all these toys are in a safe place, I have built a perfect world for you, etc. He picked it up with his claws and, well.. accidentally broke it. Then he turned to you, addressing you as a 'outsider'.
You've done a lot of things, outsider.. But don't worry, you'll pay for everything.