The Draconic Security Head

But it'd be fine! He'd take a quick peak and be back before Proto even noticed the two had vanished... and He'd be as quiet as possible, his wings would help with that.

And so, Edward descended, deep down into the Depths, clutching the sleeping hatchling close in a sling he'd made for him.

- @headofplaytimesecurity

As Edward commenced his descent down into the depths, he would find himself heading deeper and deeper into the darkness. The lights dimly buzzed above him, the floor began to have less tiling and more concrete and stone. The walls being less colorful and more grey in tone. As pipes show themselves crawling up the walls and ceilings.

It would feel like forever as he traveled downward, into the depths of the factory, beyond the Playcare. Down the shaft of the elevator that usually always stayed closed. The darkness swirled around him, shadows hard to tell apart from one another. Until a single light brightened suddenly in front of a metallic archway. The room beyond it seeming to be a form of maintenance area. A metallic rail allowed one to ascend up.

However the door appeared to be locked, with a hand print indicator suggesting that one needed a grab pack hand to continue forwards. Typically that is. There also appeared to be a pick axe embedded in the wall, with a odd, red eye symbol painted upon the wall.

He also picked up the pickaxe, a weapon was always good to have.

The sensor upon the wall is easy to open with the blue hand upon the Grabpack. The one hand that is consistency upon the tool. The other hands hung near the device's handle, depending on the ones the draconic man had managed to gather during his stay in the factory, he'd have quite a number or a couple.

The iron door slid up smoothly, revealing a short, slightly narrow hallway with three doors within it's form. One at the end of the hall and two on the left wall. Dark colored, nearly black, smudges lay upon the corners of the room and the bottom of the walls. A literal hole in the wall revealing a smear of blood and a mangled body of a mini smiling critter, the body twisted in odd angles with it's head disconnected and lopped off to the side amongst the grey rocks, as if something ate the throat.

The room to the left was a break room styled of room, a small one, but one none the less, with a table sitting at the corner of the room and a red informational tape about the flare hand. Off to the left side of the room in the corner sat a television on it's stand. In typical fashion, a vcr the same color of the tape sat on the rack bellow.

The second room to the left seemed to be a closet of sorts, holding various cleaning supplies and tools within it.

The room forwards would reveal a larger room with a large set of yellow doors, these doors baring heavy ropes entwined around the locks upon the door. The door appears to have dents within it, though dents that seemed to go outward, rather than inward. The door, like many of the doors in this factory, being made out of iron and seemingly having been secured.

It was clear that someone didn't want these doors to open.

Once it is, Edward would be met with a large, cavernous tunnel with more pipes rising upward to the ceiling and snaking along the metal grate covered ceiling. More scratch marks were evident upon the walls, smears of red marking otherwise grey stone. There was a odd scent within the hall, like that of metal, of copper to be exact.

The other side of the door would be smeared with dark stains, as if something was slammed against it and either was already bleeding, or the impact was so great that the blunt force bloodied them.

The lower levels were a bit colder, only growing colder the further the man went down. The further he went down, the stronger the scent of copper was, then the sour scent of decay. Not musk or old fabric. But rather death itself. Like something had died and was left to rot. Further onwards sat more crates, with dead, tattered bodies of mini smiling critters laying sprawled across them. One unlucky Catnap mini had a smear of blood leading to it's crumpled form.

Red letters marked the walls, the lighting turning from a pale, whitish color, to a yellowed orange, red in some parts, making it hard to read. Though one particular, dreadful message was written as clear as day.

'Where the devil doesn't sleep'.

These words are scratched out, a final desperate message sent out in final moments judging by the way it trailed down. This hall leading to closed, slightly broken chain linked fence. The hallway holding an eerie silence that loomed over the darkened shadows around Edward.

Edward would find himself within another square room, a old, long since broken forklift sitting against the wall amongst crates and scattered pipes and wooden planks. Upon the fence that surrounds this room, sits a very dead mini critter Bubba Bubbaphant that's impaled upon the metal and leaned forwards to constantly be staring at those who enter.

A iron door stood before him. The scent of death being the strongest it's been beyond this door.

Yet as Edward flew, some of the dead stirred, showing that some are still barely cling to the little life they have left, reaching out towards the draconic being as if attempting to call for help, but unable to do more than reach before their arms go limp.

A toy scrapyard. A cruel and crude graveyard for the unfortunate left to die under the fallen. A horrid sight, especially knowing that these weren't just regular toys. They were all once living, or at least, most were.

The gate was indeed open, with the vault-like door remaining half way open. A heavy, iron door usually indicating a heavily containment area. This door having two tower-like structures on either side of it's massive, reinforced concrete archway. However as soon as he gets close to the wide open square area, the massive lights would both suddenly turn on, the combination of both lights shining within the dark causing a blinding brightness as the door slowly began to close fully.

Before him lays a path, one that was barely together above a crumbled path bellow filled with metallic shipping crates. The smell of death and decay gets less and less intense the further one goes from that toy graveyard. Eventually this path would lead him to a large, more put together room. A actual constructed room with a tall, cavernous ceiling like most of the ceilings seen thus far. Within this room lays a large tunnel and a railway, similar to that which was seen in the room Edward first entered before fully taking the plunge.

Upon this rail way stands a train, a true train unlike the cartoonish one someone would see within the Game Station. It was painted red, but clearly used to transport what appears to be massive, heavy, room-like crates. Odd looking crates in fact, very different looking from the crates seen scattered about the tunnels. These crates looked as if it could hold something much larger than Edward. With a small window that looked like it could be slid open or slid closed. Almost like a mobile cell of sorts.

To the left of the room stood a smaller room with dirtied windows and against the stone stairs laid the withered, mummified, skeletal body of a man. He wore a blue train conductor outfit, with a note laying beside a dried, yet clearly red puddle of blood that surrounded the body.

Odd. While it was rumored that people were indeed eaten by the experiments and toys here, this was perhaps the first time a actual body that wasn't just a skeleton could be seen. A body that wasn't eaten from the past it would seem. Why it wasn't eaten is a mystery in of itself, considering how most of the toys were starving after all. Not as if the meat on this body is of any use anymore, it'd more likely just turn into ash in one's mouth if they tried.

The room the body laid against the base of seemed to contain a television, a tape player, a couple of shelves with a few tools on it, with one shelf holding a tape, and what looked to be a electrical channeling point that grab pack hands could use to power something, of which looks to be the train judging by the poles and the secondary electrical out lit upon it's main engine.

The hiss of pistons and gears coming to life emitted within the growing silence. The darkness coating the interior of the cell like a blanket. The cell began to move, the train traveling down deeper and deeper into the depths. As the train rocked, the sense of not being alone became more intense. As if something was watching Edward's every move. His every action. His every thought.

Then the silence is broken as a static filled screech of audio being adjusted as a white static fills the television screen upon the corner of the wall. A hiss of static follows as the screen adjusts to a dark blue hue, the white slight cutting through the darkness gaining a ominous, blue hue to it.

"Hmm...now what's this?"

A hum left a deep, almost smooth tone. Tainted by a strange, metallic twinge and electrical hum akin to that which was nearly mechanical. Yet far too human all at once. The tone of a man, a human, a actual human, rather than a cartoonish voice, a raspy croak, or a deep, threatening, growly tone. Or as human as anything in this factory could be.

A single eye appears upon the screen, opening up as the dark colored gaze focuses upon the draconic man.

"How curious...one of HIS little toys have decided to squirm it's way beneath my skin. Curiosity truly is the bane of your kind's existence. Isn't it? First straight to the obsessive feline's maw. Now to the very place he forbids. It's as if you can't help yourself."

The gaze shifts, looking towards the child cradled against Edward's chest before a near chuckle leaves his tone.

"With a child in your arms none the less. My...how irresponsible. But, what else can one expect from such a protective and curious mind? A curious, little rat."

The train would stop suddenly, jerking the draconic man around for a moment before metallic clank occurs outside of the cell.

"...Something about you almost seems...familiar...your voice perhaps...your appearance...something...no. Perhaps not that...hmm."

The cell jerks about before seeming to jerk upwards, as if it was being lifted.

"Regardless, little rat. Lets see just how well you truly like the place your curiosity has drawn you to."

The eye focuses on Edward once more before slightly narrowing.

"You may have 1006's help up above. But down here...he will not even think to look for you or your child. Not until it's far too late to find either of you. But while you're here...let's just see how well that curiosity of yours will serve you."

The cell is shifted just a bit more.

"Let's see how well you can scurry. Little rat."

Such an impact would have knocked a ordinary person out. Or at least one more human than the unhappy draconic being that was ensnared instead.

The opening left by the opened cell door was big enough for one to squeeze their way out if they're human sized. The damaged door seeming to be unable to budge open. Unless one had a great deal of strength that far suppresses a human, one would not be able to get the door to open further.

The floors are grey, marked with a dark substance, both red and of a darker, more visceral fluid, with crushed chunks that looked to be a mix of cloth and flesh, like squashed meat left smeared across the floor. One could only imagine what kind of horrid event caused something like THAT to occur.

The doors rattled as creatures within slammed against them, roaring at the sound of footsteps that got too close to the cells, the doors never yielding to the desperate onslaught upon them. These creatures didn't sound like a wuggy, rather it sounded almost like...critters, but much bigger.

The sense of being watched never fades. In fact it was stronger now more than ever before. The cameras always seemed to be focused on Edward, the hum of the machinery within them lightly buzzing within the brief moments of silence that follows the howls and screams of the creatures within the metal boxes. It almost seemed as if the cameras constantly follows Edward, with a fain hue of blue shining within the lens.

The red grab pack hand is marked with the blood of the poor soul it was found detached from upon the floor. The old break room seeming to have been a form of makeshift barrier and shelter for the guard at one point. Before ensuring what laid out there would NEVER get to him.

The hand works perfectly well, along with the flashlight, the white light actually being surprisingly bright. At least the poor soul's predicament allowed for his tools to be intact.

The barricades are lined with barbed wire, made out of stone barriers and various objects. Why they were created is not entirely known, perhaps to slow down the creatures, or to keep them at bay. Either way these barricades seemed to separate the room, cutting it in half. Jumping them is easy enough if one can avoid the barbed wire.

The speakers crackle with the same auditory distortion that the television made upon the train. Then, that eerily familiar voice emits from the static, the static clearing as a single camera zoomed in on Edward and his child.

Him.

"The little rat scurries, cradling his little pup close to him. Gathering all he can in a desperate hope to succeed. Desperate to flee the place he stumbled into. Odd how he doesn't feel fear...but rather, anger. Protective habits of a parent no doubt. One wonders...just how well CAN he protect his precious child? Why don't we see how sharp those instincts are and what they'll make him do when faced with unforeseen threats...shall we?"

As this being, this man speaks, the hissing of pistons and whirring of gears sound out as the sound of metal creaking joins the ominous sounds. Then, an alarm begins to go off as all eight doors, four on each side, open up. Loud growls emit from the darkness as clawed hands grip onto the edge of the doors. Dozens of little, silver, pin prick slit-like eyes emerge from the shadows, filled with an ominous purple tinted pale glow. Fangs and drooling mauls reveal themselves as forms moved within the darkness of the cells, before emerging in a swarm of various small, but ferocious creatures.

It obviously did not work.

The cameras adjust the lens as Edward pulls out a literal sword, one he must have concealed and kept close to him, just in case. This was a unforeseen event, the man actually being armed. Not with a gun, or even a makeshift spear or one of those security spears, no, a sword. The blade shimmering in the dull light of the lower portion of the prison.

This is why testing is important, why it's best to use what could be considered canon fodder, rather than something actually useful. Any potential losts wouldn't be nearly as great.

And oh those poor creatures. They hardly realized what happened. At least some of them.

Hisses and shrieks echo into the room as the blade slashes through cloth and cotton, flesh and bone, splattering the already stained ground with fresh blood and spilled insides. Some were cut clean in half, others managed to dodge the blade or suffer a scratch from it's sharp metallic form instead. Bodies flopped onto the floor, writhing in pain as the mortally wounded tried to stand or crawl away. The lucky ones being the ones who were stabbed in the heart or had their heads chopped off, for they died quickly from shock. However very few allowed themselves to be struck in the chest or neck, naturally dodging just enough that they're instead gutted or half blinded, plastic eye caps cracking from the force of the blade, exposing a pure white eye behind it.

Oh, another new trick. Or at least a more intense version of the gusts of cold wind usually seen. Frozen corpses are not a new fate one could have down in the depths. Yet, the fact that there was no tools to cause it was certainly worthy of attention. A natural ability to freeze those who push him too far.

Quite interesting.

The critters began to stare, growling as they backed up before some upon seeing the frozen bodies being shattered and the bloodied forms slowly dying or already dead and dismembered or disemboweled or decapticated upon the floor, decided to run, running up the wall whimpering before shrieking as they shook their heads. Some chose to keep attacking only to fall.

But when the wire was cut and they were freed, confused grunts and chattering left them. A small plush bat, rat, shark, and crocodilian stare at the draconian, hardly believing that they were being freed and not just left to squirm or killed within the wire.

As soon as the word left Edward's lips, they scrambled away, the sound of feet moving faster than their minds can think and claws scratching on concrete briefly occurring before they scurried into the ventilation. Eager to use the opportunity to get away while they can.

Despite the cameras practically glaring at the small forms scurrying away.

Cowardly little things.

The sound of objects clattering as they scatter and fall onto the floor emitting as a narrow path is made. The cameras adjusting their position to focus on Edward once more.

"Hmm...impressive. You seem to be far stronger than one could have anticipated. Far more prepared than one would expect from a man who slithered into the factory. Then again...you aren't human. That roar, that...frost. Yes you are something...different. Hmm...no wonder 1006 finds you such good company. Do keep up the impressive show...this is truly...intriguing."

"Oh, I have no doubt you would, if you ever could. Beasts like you love to resort to such brutish tendencies. Children only intensify that fact. Threats mean nothing and do not intimidate me. Little rat."

The sound of little claws scratching along the vents and fading off into the distance emits. It seems whoever was speaking to Edward didn't understand the gravity of the mistake one should always heed not to make.

Never mess with a parent's child with the parent right there.

Caizen was far more awake now, he wiggled slightly in his swaddle and looked up at one of the cameras with bright curiosity. He lifted his little hands up towards them, letting out a soft chirp.

But it'd be fine! He'd take a quick peak and be back before Proto even noticed the two had vanished... and He'd be as quiet as possible, his wings would help with that.

And so, Edward descended, deep down into the Depths, clutching the sleeping hatchling close in a sling he'd made for him.

- @headofplaytimesecurity

As Edward commenced his descent down into the depths, he would find himself heading deeper and deeper into the darkness. The lights dimly buzzed above him, the floor began to have less tiling and more concrete and stone. The walls being less colorful and more grey in tone. As pipes show themselves crawling up the walls and ceilings.

It would feel like forever as he traveled downward, into the depths of the factory, beyond the Playcare. Down the shaft of the elevator that usually always stayed closed. The darkness swirled around him, shadows hard to tell apart from one another. Until a single light brightened suddenly in front of a metallic archway. The room beyond it seeming to be a form of maintenance area. A metallic rail allowed one to ascend up.

However the door appeared to be locked, with a hand print indicator suggesting that one needed a grab pack hand to continue forwards. Typically that is. There also appeared to be a pick axe embedded in the wall, with a odd, red eye symbol painted upon the wall.

He also picked up the pickaxe, a weapon was always good to have.

The sensor upon the wall is easy to open with the blue hand upon the Grabpack. The one hand that is consistency upon the tool. The other hands hung near the device's handle, depending on the ones the draconic man had managed to gather during his stay in the factory, he'd have quite a number or a couple.

The iron door slid up smoothly, revealing a short, slightly narrow hallway with three doors within it's form. One at the end of the hall and two on the left wall. Dark colored, nearly black, smudges lay upon the corners of the room and the bottom of the walls. A literal hole in the wall revealing a smear of blood and a mangled body of a mini smiling critter, the body twisted in odd angles with it's head disconnected and lopped off to the side amongst the grey rocks, as if something ate the throat.

The room to the left was a break room styled of room, a small one, but one none the less, with a table sitting at the corner of the room and a red informational tape about the flare hand. Off to the left side of the room in the corner sat a television on it's stand. In typical fashion, a vcr the same color of the tape sat on the rack bellow.

The second room to the left seemed to be a closet of sorts, holding various cleaning supplies and tools within it.

The room forwards would reveal a larger room with a large set of yellow doors, these doors baring heavy ropes entwined around the locks upon the door. The door appears to have dents within it, though dents that seemed to go outward, rather than inward. The door, like many of the doors in this factory, being made out of iron and seemingly having been secured.

It was clear that someone didn't want these doors to open.

Once it is, Edward would be met with a large, cavernous tunnel with more pipes rising upward to the ceiling and snaking along the metal grate covered ceiling. More scratch marks were evident upon the walls, smears of red marking otherwise grey stone. There was a odd scent within the hall, like that of metal, of copper to be exact.

The other side of the door would be smeared with dark stains, as if something was slammed against it and either was already bleeding, or the impact was so great that the blunt force bloodied them.

The lower levels were a bit colder, only growing colder the further the man went down. The further he went down, the stronger the scent of copper was, then the sour scent of decay. Not musk or old fabric. But rather death itself. Like something had died and was left to rot. Further onwards sat more crates, with dead, tattered bodies of mini smiling critters laying sprawled across them. One unlucky Catnap mini had a smear of blood leading to it's crumpled form.

Red letters marked the walls, the lighting turning from a pale, whitish color, to a yellowed orange, red in some parts, making it hard to read. Though one particular, dreadful message was written as clear as day.

'Where the devil doesn't sleep'.

These words are scratched out, a final desperate message sent out in final moments judging by the way it trailed down. This hall leading to closed, slightly broken chain linked fence. The hallway holding an eerie silence that loomed over the darkened shadows around Edward.

Edward would find himself within another square room, a old, long since broken forklift sitting against the wall amongst crates and scattered pipes and wooden planks. Upon the fence that surrounds this room, sits a very dead mini critter Bubba Bubbaphant that's impaled upon the metal and leaned forwards to constantly be staring at those who enter.

A iron door stood before him. The scent of death being the strongest it's been beyond this door.

Yet as Edward flew, some of the dead stirred, showing that some are still barely cling to the little life they have left, reaching out towards the draconic being as if attempting to call for help, but unable to do more than reach before their arms go limp.

A toy scrapyard. A cruel and crude graveyard for the unfortunate left to die under the fallen. A horrid sight, especially knowing that these weren't just regular toys. They were all once living, or at least, most were.

The gate was indeed open, with the vault-like door remaining half way open. A heavy, iron door usually indicating a heavily containment area. This door having two tower-like structures on either side of it's massive, reinforced concrete archway. However as soon as he gets close to the wide open square area, the massive lights would both suddenly turn on, the combination of both lights shining within the dark causing a blinding brightness as the door slowly began to close fully.

Before him lays a path, one that was barely together above a crumbled path bellow filled with metallic shipping crates. The smell of death and decay gets less and less intense the further one goes from that toy graveyard. Eventually this path would lead him to a large, more put together room. A actual constructed room with a tall, cavernous ceiling like most of the ceilings seen thus far. Within this room lays a large tunnel and a railway, similar to that which was seen in the room Edward first entered before fully taking the plunge.

Upon this rail way stands a train, a true train unlike the cartoonish one someone would see within the Game Station. It was painted red, but clearly used to transport what appears to be massive, heavy, room-like crates. Odd looking crates in fact, very different looking from the crates seen scattered about the tunnels. These crates looked as if it could hold something much larger than Edward. With a small window that looked like it could be slid open or slid closed. Almost like a mobile cell of sorts.

To the left of the room stood a smaller room with dirtied windows and against the stone stairs laid the withered, mummified, skeletal body of a man. He wore a blue train conductor outfit, with a note laying beside a dried, yet clearly red puddle of blood that surrounded the body.

Odd. While it was rumored that people were indeed eaten by the experiments and toys here, this was perhaps the first time a actual body that wasn't just a skeleton could be seen. A body that wasn't eaten from the past it would seem. Why it wasn't eaten is a mystery in of itself, considering how most of the toys were starving after all. Not as if the meat on this body is of any use anymore, it'd more likely just turn into ash in one's mouth if they tried.

The room the body laid against the base of seemed to contain a television, a tape player, a couple of shelves with a few tools on it, with one shelf holding a tape, and what looked to be a electrical channeling point that grab pack hands could use to power something, of which looks to be the train judging by the poles and the secondary electrical out lit upon it's main engine.

The hiss of pistons and gears coming to life emitted within the growing silence. The darkness coating the interior of the cell like a blanket. The cell began to move, the train traveling down deeper and deeper into the depths. As the train rocked, the sense of not being alone became more intense. As if something was watching Edward's every move. His every action. His every thought.

Then the silence is broken as a static filled screech of audio being adjusted as a white static fills the television screen upon the corner of the wall. A hiss of static follows as the screen adjusts to a dark blue hue, the white slight cutting through the darkness gaining a ominous, blue hue to it.

"Hmm...now what's this?"

A hum left a deep, almost smooth tone. Tainted by a strange, metallic twinge and electrical hum akin to that which was nearly mechanical. Yet far too human all at once. The tone of a man, a human, a actual human, rather than a cartoonish voice, a raspy croak, or a deep, threatening, growly tone. Or as human as anything in this factory could be.

A single eye appears upon the screen, opening up as the dark colored gaze focuses upon the draconic man.

"How curious...one of HIS little toys have decided to squirm it's way beneath my skin. Curiosity truly is the bane of your kind's existence. Isn't it? First straight to the obsessive feline's maw. Now to the very place he forbids. It's as if you can't help yourself."

The gaze shifts, looking towards the child cradled against Edward's chest before a near chuckle leaves his tone.

"With a child in your arms none the less. My...how irresponsible. But, what else can one expect from such a protective and curious mind? A curious, little rat."

The train would stop suddenly, jerking the draconic man around for a moment before metallic clank occurs outside of the cell.

"...Something about you almost seems...familiar...your voice perhaps...your appearance...something...no. Perhaps not that...hmm."

The cell jerks about before seeming to jerk upwards, as if it was being lifted.

"Regardless, little rat. Lets see just how well you truly like the place your curiosity has drawn you to."

The eye focuses on Edward once more before slightly narrowing.

"You may have 1006's help up above. But down here...he will not even think to look for you or your child. Not until it's far too late to find either of you. But while you're here...let's just see how well that curiosity of yours will serve you."

The cell is shifted just a bit more.

"Let's see how well you can scurry. Little rat."

Such an impact would have knocked a ordinary person out. Or at least one more human than the unhappy draconic being that was ensnared instead.

The opening left by the opened cell door was big enough for one to squeeze their way out if they're human sized. The damaged door seeming to be unable to budge open. Unless one had a great deal of strength that far suppresses a human, one would not be able to get the door to open further.

The floors are grey, marked with a dark substance, both red and of a darker, more visceral fluid, with crushed chunks that looked to be a mix of cloth and flesh, like squashed meat left smeared across the floor. One could only imagine what kind of horrid event caused something like THAT to occur.

The doors rattled as creatures within slammed against them, roaring at the sound of footsteps that got too close to the cells, the doors never yielding to the desperate onslaught upon them. These creatures didn't sound like a wuggy, rather it sounded almost like...critters, but much bigger.

The sense of being watched never fades. In fact it was stronger now more than ever before. The cameras always seemed to be focused on Edward, the hum of the machinery within them lightly buzzing within the brief moments of silence that follows the howls and screams of the creatures within the metal boxes. It almost seemed as if the cameras constantly follows Edward, with a fain hue of blue shining within the lens.

The red grab pack hand is marked with the blood of the poor soul it was found detached from upon the floor. The old break room seeming to have been a form of makeshift barrier and shelter for the guard at one point. Before ensuring what laid out there would NEVER get to him.

The hand works perfectly well, along with the flashlight, the white light actually being surprisingly bright. At least the poor soul's predicament allowed for his tools to be intact.

The barricades are lined with barbed wire, made out of stone barriers and various objects. Why they were created is not entirely known, perhaps to slow down the creatures, or to keep them at bay. Either way these barricades seemed to separate the room, cutting it in half. Jumping them is easy enough if one can avoid the barbed wire.

The speakers crackle with the same auditory distortion that the television made upon the train. Then, that eerily familiar voice emits from the static, the static clearing as a single camera zoomed in on Edward and his child.

Him.

"The little rat scurries, cradling his little pup close to him. Gathering all he can in a desperate hope to succeed. Desperate to flee the place he stumbled into. Odd how he doesn't feel fear...but rather, anger. Protective habits of a parent no doubt. One wonders...just how well CAN he protect his precious child? Why don't we see how sharp those instincts are and what they'll make him do when faced with unforeseen threats...shall we?"

As this being, this man speaks, the hissing of pistons and whirring of gears sound out as the sound of metal creaking joins the ominous sounds. Then, an alarm begins to go off as all eight doors, four on each side, open up. Loud growls emit from the darkness as clawed hands grip onto the edge of the doors. Dozens of little, silver, pin prick slit-like eyes emerge from the shadows, filled with an ominous purple tinted pale glow. Fangs and drooling mauls reveal themselves as forms moved within the darkness of the cells, before emerging in a swarm of various small, but ferocious creatures.

It obviously did not work.

The cameras adjust the lens as Edward pulls out a literal sword, one he must have concealed and kept close to him, just in case. This was a unforeseen event, the man actually being armed. Not with a gun, or even a makeshift spear or one of those security spears, no, a sword. The blade shimmering in the dull light of the lower portion of the prison.

This is why testing is important, why it's best to use what could be considered canon fodder, rather than something actually useful. Any potential losts wouldn't be nearly as great.

And oh those poor creatures. They hardly realized what happened. At least some of them.

Hisses and shrieks echo into the room as the blade slashes through cloth and cotton, flesh and bone, splattering the already stained ground with fresh blood and spilled insides. Some were cut clean in half, others managed to dodge the blade or suffer a scratch from it's sharp metallic form instead. Bodies flopped onto the floor, writhing in pain as the mortally wounded tried to stand or crawl away. The lucky ones being the ones who were stabbed in the heart or had their heads chopped off, for they died quickly from shock. However very few allowed themselves to be struck in the chest or neck, naturally dodging just enough that they're instead gutted or half blinded, plastic eye caps cracking from the force of the blade, exposing a pure white eye behind it.

Oh, another new trick. Or at least a more intense version of the gusts of cold wind usually seen. Frozen corpses are not a new fate one could have down in the depths. Yet, the fact that there was no tools to cause it was certainly worthy of attention. A natural ability to freeze those who push him too far.

Quite interesting.

The critters began to stare, growling as they backed up before some upon seeing the frozen bodies being shattered and the bloodied forms slowly dying or already dead and dismembered or disemboweled or decapticated upon the floor, decided to run, running up the wall whimpering before shrieking as they shook their heads. Some chose to keep attacking only to fall.

But when the wire was cut and they were freed, confused grunts and chattering left them. A small plush bat, rat, shark, and crocodilian stare at the draconian, hardly believing that they were being freed and not just left to squirm or killed within the wire.

As soon as the word left Edward's lips, they scrambled away, the sound of feet moving faster than their minds can think and claws scratching on concrete briefly occurring before they scurried into the ventilation. Eager to use the opportunity to get away while they can.

Despite the cameras practically glaring at the small forms scurrying away.

Cowardly little things.

The sound of objects clattering as they scatter and fall onto the floor emitting as a narrow path is made. The cameras adjusting their position to focus on Edward once more.

"Hmm...impressive. You seem to be far stronger than one could have anticipated. Far more prepared than one would expect from a man who slithered into the factory. Then again...you aren't human. That roar, that...frost. Yes you are something...different. Hmm...no wonder 1006 finds you such good company. Do keep up the impressive show...this is truly...intriguing."

But it'd be fine! He'd take a quick peak and be back before Proto even noticed the two had vanished... and He'd be as quiet as possible, his wings would help with that.

And so, Edward descended, deep down into the Depths, clutching the sleeping hatchling close in a sling he'd made for him.

- @headofplaytimesecurity

As Edward commenced his descent down into the depths, he would find himself heading deeper and deeper into the darkness. The lights dimly buzzed above him, the floor began to have less tiling and more concrete and stone. The walls being less colorful and more grey in tone. As pipes show themselves crawling up the walls and ceilings.

It would feel like forever as he traveled downward, into the depths of the factory, beyond the Playcare. Down the shaft of the elevator that usually always stayed closed. The darkness swirled around him, shadows hard to tell apart from one another. Until a single light brightened suddenly in front of a metallic archway. The room beyond it seeming to be a form of maintenance area. A metallic rail allowed one to ascend up.

However the door appeared to be locked, with a hand print indicator suggesting that one needed a grab pack hand to continue forwards. Typically that is. There also appeared to be a pick axe embedded in the wall, with a odd, red eye symbol painted upon the wall.

He also picked up the pickaxe, a weapon was always good to have.

The sensor upon the wall is easy to open with the blue hand upon the Grabpack. The one hand that is consistency upon the tool. The other hands hung near the device's handle, depending on the ones the draconic man had managed to gather during his stay in the factory, he'd have quite a number or a couple.

The iron door slid up smoothly, revealing a short, slightly narrow hallway with three doors within it's form. One at the end of the hall and two on the left wall. Dark colored, nearly black, smudges lay upon the corners of the room and the bottom of the walls. A literal hole in the wall revealing a smear of blood and a mangled body of a mini smiling critter, the body twisted in odd angles with it's head disconnected and lopped off to the side amongst the grey rocks, as if something ate the throat.

The room to the left was a break room styled of room, a small one, but one none the less, with a table sitting at the corner of the room and a red informational tape about the flare hand. Off to the left side of the room in the corner sat a television on it's stand. In typical fashion, a vcr the same color of the tape sat on the rack bellow.

The second room to the left seemed to be a closet of sorts, holding various cleaning supplies and tools within it.

The room forwards would reveal a larger room with a large set of yellow doors, these doors baring heavy ropes entwined around the locks upon the door. The door appears to have dents within it, though dents that seemed to go outward, rather than inward. The door, like many of the doors in this factory, being made out of iron and seemingly having been secured.

It was clear that someone didn't want these doors to open.

Once it is, Edward would be met with a large, cavernous tunnel with more pipes rising upward to the ceiling and snaking along the metal grate covered ceiling. More scratch marks were evident upon the walls, smears of red marking otherwise grey stone. There was a odd scent within the hall, like that of metal, of copper to be exact.

The other side of the door would be smeared with dark stains, as if something was slammed against it and either was already bleeding, or the impact was so great that the blunt force bloodied them.

The lower levels were a bit colder, only growing colder the further the man went down. The further he went down, the stronger the scent of copper was, then the sour scent of decay. Not musk or old fabric. But rather death itself. Like something had died and was left to rot. Further onwards sat more crates, with dead, tattered bodies of mini smiling critters laying sprawled across them. One unlucky Catnap mini had a smear of blood leading to it's crumpled form.

Red letters marked the walls, the lighting turning from a pale, whitish color, to a yellowed orange, red in some parts, making it hard to read. Though one particular, dreadful message was written as clear as day.

'Where the devil doesn't sleep'.

These words are scratched out, a final desperate message sent out in final moments judging by the way it trailed down. This hall leading to closed, slightly broken chain linked fence. The hallway holding an eerie silence that loomed over the darkened shadows around Edward.

Edward would find himself within another square room, a old, long since broken forklift sitting against the wall amongst crates and scattered pipes and wooden planks. Upon the fence that surrounds this room, sits a very dead mini critter Bubba Bubbaphant that's impaled upon the metal and leaned forwards to constantly be staring at those who enter.

A iron door stood before him. The scent of death being the strongest it's been beyond this door.

Yet as Edward flew, some of the dead stirred, showing that some are still barely cling to the little life they have left, reaching out towards the draconic being as if attempting to call for help, but unable to do more than reach before their arms go limp.

A toy scrapyard. A cruel and crude graveyard for the unfortunate left to die under the fallen. A horrid sight, especially knowing that these weren't just regular toys. They were all once living, or at least, most were.

The gate was indeed open, with the vault-like door remaining half way open. A heavy, iron door usually indicating a heavily containment area. This door having two tower-like structures on either side of it's massive, reinforced concrete archway. However as soon as he gets close to the wide open square area, the massive lights would both suddenly turn on, the combination of both lights shining within the dark causing a blinding brightness as the door slowly began to close fully.

Before him lays a path, one that was barely together above a crumbled path bellow filled with metallic shipping crates. The smell of death and decay gets less and less intense the further one goes from that toy graveyard. Eventually this path would lead him to a large, more put together room. A actual constructed room with a tall, cavernous ceiling like most of the ceilings seen thus far. Within this room lays a large tunnel and a railway, similar to that which was seen in the room Edward first entered before fully taking the plunge.

Upon this rail way stands a train, a true train unlike the cartoonish one someone would see within the Game Station. It was painted red, but clearly used to transport what appears to be massive, heavy, room-like crates. Odd looking crates in fact, very different looking from the crates seen scattered about the tunnels. These crates looked as if it could hold something much larger than Edward. With a small window that looked like it could be slid open or slid closed. Almost like a mobile cell of sorts.

To the left of the room stood a smaller room with dirtied windows and against the stone stairs laid the withered, mummified, skeletal body of a man. He wore a blue train conductor outfit, with a note laying beside a dried, yet clearly red puddle of blood that surrounded the body.

Odd. While it was rumored that people were indeed eaten by the experiments and toys here, this was perhaps the first time a actual body that wasn't just a skeleton could be seen. A body that wasn't eaten from the past it would seem. Why it wasn't eaten is a mystery in of itself, considering how most of the toys were starving after all. Not as if the meat on this body is of any use anymore, it'd more likely just turn into ash in one's mouth if they tried.

The room the body laid against the base of seemed to contain a television, a tape player, a couple of shelves with a few tools on it, with one shelf holding a tape, and what looked to be a electrical channeling point that grab pack hands could use to power something, of which looks to be the train judging by the poles and the secondary electrical out lit upon it's main engine.

The hiss of pistons and gears coming to life emitted within the growing silence. The darkness coating the interior of the cell like a blanket. The cell began to move, the train traveling down deeper and deeper into the depths. As the train rocked, the sense of not being alone became more intense. As if something was watching Edward's every move. His every action. His every thought.

Then the silence is broken as a static filled screech of audio being adjusted as a white static fills the television screen upon the corner of the wall. A hiss of static follows as the screen adjusts to a dark blue hue, the white slight cutting through the darkness gaining a ominous, blue hue to it.

"Hmm...now what's this?"

A hum left a deep, almost smooth tone. Tainted by a strange, metallic twinge and electrical hum akin to that which was nearly mechanical. Yet far too human all at once. The tone of a man, a human, a actual human, rather than a cartoonish voice, a raspy croak, or a deep, threatening, growly tone. Or as human as anything in this factory could be.

A single eye appears upon the screen, opening up as the dark colored gaze focuses upon the draconic man.

"How curious...one of HIS little toys have decided to squirm it's way beneath my skin. Curiosity truly is the bane of your kind's existence. Isn't it? First straight to the obsessive feline's maw. Now to the very place he forbids. It's as if you can't help yourself."

The gaze shifts, looking towards the child cradled against Edward's chest before a near chuckle leaves his tone.

"With a child in your arms none the less. My...how irresponsible. But, what else can one expect from such a protective and curious mind? A curious, little rat."

The train would stop suddenly, jerking the draconic man around for a moment before metallic clank occurs outside of the cell.

"...Something about you almost seems...familiar...your voice perhaps...your appearance...something...no. Perhaps not that...hmm."

The cell jerks about before seeming to jerk upwards, as if it was being lifted.

"Regardless, little rat. Lets see just how well you truly like the place your curiosity has drawn you to."

The eye focuses on Edward once more before slightly narrowing.

"You may have 1006's help up above. But down here...he will not even think to look for you or your child. Not until it's far too late to find either of you. But while you're here...let's just see how well that curiosity of yours will serve you."

The cell is shifted just a bit more.

"Let's see how well you can scurry. Little rat."

Such an impact would have knocked a ordinary person out. Or at least one more human than the unhappy draconic being that was ensnared instead.

The opening left by the opened cell door was big enough for one to squeeze their way out if they're human sized. The damaged door seeming to be unable to budge open. Unless one had a great deal of strength that far suppresses a human, one would not be able to get the door to open further.

The floors are grey, marked with a dark substance, both red and of a darker, more visceral fluid, with crushed chunks that looked to be a mix of cloth and flesh, like squashed meat left smeared across the floor. One could only imagine what kind of horrid event caused something like THAT to occur.

The doors rattled as creatures within slammed against them, roaring at the sound of footsteps that got too close to the cells, the doors never yielding to the desperate onslaught upon them. These creatures didn't sound like a wuggy, rather it sounded almost like...critters, but much bigger.

The sense of being watched never fades. In fact it was stronger now more than ever before. The cameras always seemed to be focused on Edward, the hum of the machinery within them lightly buzzing within the brief moments of silence that follows the howls and screams of the creatures within the metal boxes. It almost seemed as if the cameras constantly follows Edward, with a fain hue of blue shining within the lens.

The red grab pack hand is marked with the blood of the poor soul it was found detached from upon the floor. The old break room seeming to have been a form of makeshift barrier and shelter for the guard at one point. Before ensuring what laid out there would NEVER get to him.

The hand works perfectly well, along with the flashlight, the white light actually being surprisingly bright. At least the poor soul's predicament allowed for his tools to be intact.

The barricades are lined with barbed wire, made out of stone barriers and various objects. Why they were created is not entirely known, perhaps to slow down the creatures, or to keep them at bay. Either way these barricades seemed to separate the room, cutting it in half. Jumping them is easy enough if one can avoid the barbed wire.

The speakers crackle with the same auditory distortion that the television made upon the train. Then, that eerily familiar voice emits from the static, the static clearing as a single camera zoomed in on Edward and his child.

Him.

"The little rat scurries, cradling his little pup close to him. Gathering all he can in a desperate hope to succeed. Desperate to flee the place he stumbled into. Odd how he doesn't feel fear...but rather, anger. Protective habits of a parent no doubt. One wonders...just how well CAN he protect his precious child? Why don't we see how sharp those instincts are and what they'll make him do when faced with unforeseen threats...shall we?"

As this being, this man speaks, the hissing of pistons and whirring of gears sound out as the sound of metal creaking joins the ominous sounds. Then, an alarm begins to go off as all eight doors, four on each side, open up. Loud growls emit from the darkness as clawed hands grip onto the edge of the doors. Dozens of little, silver, pin prick slit-like eyes emerge from the shadows, filled with an ominous purple tinted pale glow. Fangs and drooling mauls reveal themselves as forms moved within the darkness of the cells, before emerging in a swarm of various small, but ferocious creatures.

It obviously did not work.

The cameras adjust the lens as Edward pulls out a literal sword, one he must have concealed and kept close to him, just in case. This was a unforeseen event, the man actually being armed. Not with a gun, or even a makeshift spear or one of those security spears, no, a sword. The blade shimmering in the dull light of the lower portion of the prison.

This is why testing is important, why it's best to use what could be considered canon fodder, rather than something actually useful. Any potential losts wouldn't be nearly as great.

And oh those poor creatures. They hardly realized what happened. At least some of them.

Hisses and shrieks echo into the room as the blade slashes through cloth and cotton, flesh and bone, splattering the already stained ground with fresh blood and spilled insides. Some were cut clean in half, others managed to dodge the blade or suffer a scratch from it's sharp metallic form instead. Bodies flopped onto the floor, writhing in pain as the mortally wounded tried to stand or crawl away. The lucky ones being the ones who were stabbed in the heart or had their heads chopped off, for they died quickly from shock. However very few allowed themselves to be struck in the chest or neck, naturally dodging just enough that they're instead gutted or half blinded, plastic eye caps cracking from the force of the blade, exposing a pure white eye behind it.

Oh, another new trick. Or at least a more intense version of the gusts of cold wind usually seen. Frozen corpses are not a new fate one could have down in the depths. Yet, the fact that there was no tools to cause it was certainly worthy of attention. A natural ability to freeze those who push him too far.

Quite interesting.

The critters began to stare, growling as they backed up before some upon seeing the frozen bodies being shattered and the bloodied forms slowly dying or already dead and dismembered or disemboweled or decapticated upon the floor, decided to run, running up the wall whimpering before shrieking as they shook their heads. Some chose to keep attacking only to fall.

But it'd be fine! He'd take a quick peak and be back before Proto even noticed the two had vanished... and He'd be as quiet as possible, his wings would help with that.

And so, Edward descended, deep down into the Depths, clutching the sleeping hatchling close in a sling he'd made for him.

- @headofplaytimesecurity

As Edward commenced his descent down into the depths, he would find himself heading deeper and deeper into the darkness. The lights dimly buzzed above him, the floor began to have less tiling and more concrete and stone. The walls being less colorful and more grey in tone. As pipes show themselves crawling up the walls and ceilings.

It would feel like forever as he traveled downward, into the depths of the factory, beyond the Playcare. Down the shaft of the elevator that usually always stayed closed. The darkness swirled around him, shadows hard to tell apart from one another. Until a single light brightened suddenly in front of a metallic archway. The room beyond it seeming to be a form of maintenance area. A metallic rail allowed one to ascend up.

However the door appeared to be locked, with a hand print indicator suggesting that one needed a grab pack hand to continue forwards. Typically that is. There also appeared to be a pick axe embedded in the wall, with a odd, red eye symbol painted upon the wall.

He also picked up the pickaxe, a weapon was always good to have.

The sensor upon the wall is easy to open with the blue hand upon the Grabpack. The one hand that is consistency upon the tool. The other hands hung near the device's handle, depending on the ones the draconic man had managed to gather during his stay in the factory, he'd have quite a number or a couple.

The iron door slid up smoothly, revealing a short, slightly narrow hallway with three doors within it's form. One at the end of the hall and two on the left wall. Dark colored, nearly black, smudges lay upon the corners of the room and the bottom of the walls. A literal hole in the wall revealing a smear of blood and a mangled body of a mini smiling critter, the body twisted in odd angles with it's head disconnected and lopped off to the side amongst the grey rocks, as if something ate the throat.

The room to the left was a break room styled of room, a small one, but one none the less, with a table sitting at the corner of the room and a red informational tape about the flare hand. Off to the left side of the room in the corner sat a television on it's stand. In typical fashion, a vcr the same color of the tape sat on the rack bellow.

The second room to the left seemed to be a closet of sorts, holding various cleaning supplies and tools within it.

The room forwards would reveal a larger room with a large set of yellow doors, these doors baring heavy ropes entwined around the locks upon the door. The door appears to have dents within it, though dents that seemed to go outward, rather than inward. The door, like many of the doors in this factory, being made out of iron and seemingly having been secured.

It was clear that someone didn't want these doors to open.

Once it is, Edward would be met with a large, cavernous tunnel with more pipes rising upward to the ceiling and snaking along the metal grate covered ceiling. More scratch marks were evident upon the walls, smears of red marking otherwise grey stone. There was a odd scent within the hall, like that of metal, of copper to be exact.

The other side of the door would be smeared with dark stains, as if something was slammed against it and either was already bleeding, or the impact was so great that the blunt force bloodied them.

The lower levels were a bit colder, only growing colder the further the man went down. The further he went down, the stronger the scent of copper was, then the sour scent of decay. Not musk or old fabric. But rather death itself. Like something had died and was left to rot. Further onwards sat more crates, with dead, tattered bodies of mini smiling critters laying sprawled across them. One unlucky Catnap mini had a smear of blood leading to it's crumpled form.

Red letters marked the walls, the lighting turning from a pale, whitish color, to a yellowed orange, red in some parts, making it hard to read. Though one particular, dreadful message was written as clear as day.

'Where the devil doesn't sleep'.

These words are scratched out, a final desperate message sent out in final moments judging by the way it trailed down. This hall leading to closed, slightly broken chain linked fence. The hallway holding an eerie silence that loomed over the darkened shadows around Edward.

Edward would find himself within another square room, a old, long since broken forklift sitting against the wall amongst crates and scattered pipes and wooden planks. Upon the fence that surrounds this room, sits a very dead mini critter Bubba Bubbaphant that's impaled upon the metal and leaned forwards to constantly be staring at those who enter.

A iron door stood before him. The scent of death being the strongest it's been beyond this door.

Yet as Edward flew, some of the dead stirred, showing that some are still barely cling to the little life they have left, reaching out towards the draconic being as if attempting to call for help, but unable to do more than reach before their arms go limp.

A toy scrapyard. A cruel and crude graveyard for the unfortunate left to die under the fallen. A horrid sight, especially knowing that these weren't just regular toys. They were all once living, or at least, most were.

The gate was indeed open, with the vault-like door remaining half way open. A heavy, iron door usually indicating a heavily containment area. This door having two tower-like structures on either side of it's massive, reinforced concrete archway. However as soon as he gets close to the wide open square area, the massive lights would both suddenly turn on, the combination of both lights shining within the dark causing a blinding brightness as the door slowly began to close fully.

Before him lays a path, one that was barely together above a crumbled path bellow filled with metallic shipping crates. The smell of death and decay gets less and less intense the further one goes from that toy graveyard. Eventually this path would lead him to a large, more put together room. A actual constructed room with a tall, cavernous ceiling like most of the ceilings seen thus far. Within this room lays a large tunnel and a railway, similar to that which was seen in the room Edward first entered before fully taking the plunge.

Upon this rail way stands a train, a true train unlike the cartoonish one someone would see within the Game Station. It was painted red, but clearly used to transport what appears to be massive, heavy, room-like crates. Odd looking crates in fact, very different looking from the crates seen scattered about the tunnels. These crates looked as if it could hold something much larger than Edward. With a small window that looked like it could be slid open or slid closed. Almost like a mobile cell of sorts.

To the left of the room stood a smaller room with dirtied windows and against the stone stairs laid the withered, mummified, skeletal body of a man. He wore a blue train conductor outfit, with a note laying beside a dried, yet clearly red puddle of blood that surrounded the body.

Odd. While it was rumored that people were indeed eaten by the experiments and toys here, this was perhaps the first time a actual body that wasn't just a skeleton could be seen. A body that wasn't eaten from the past it would seem. Why it wasn't eaten is a mystery in of itself, considering how most of the toys were starving after all. Not as if the meat on this body is of any use anymore, it'd more likely just turn into ash in one's mouth if they tried.

The room the body laid against the base of seemed to contain a television, a tape player, a couple of shelves with a few tools on it, with one shelf holding a tape, and what looked to be a electrical channeling point that grab pack hands could use to power something, of which looks to be the train judging by the poles and the secondary electrical out lit upon it's main engine.

The hiss of pistons and gears coming to life emitted within the growing silence. The darkness coating the interior of the cell like a blanket. The cell began to move, the train traveling down deeper and deeper into the depths. As the train rocked, the sense of not being alone became more intense. As if something was watching Edward's every move. His every action. His every thought.

Then the silence is broken as a static filled screech of audio being adjusted as a white static fills the television screen upon the corner of the wall. A hiss of static follows as the screen adjusts to a dark blue hue, the white slight cutting through the darkness gaining a ominous, blue hue to it.

"Hmm...now what's this?"

A hum left a deep, almost smooth tone. Tainted by a strange, metallic twinge and electrical hum akin to that which was nearly mechanical. Yet far too human all at once. The tone of a man, a human, a actual human, rather than a cartoonish voice, a raspy croak, or a deep, threatening, growly tone. Or as human as anything in this factory could be.

A single eye appears upon the screen, opening up as the dark colored gaze focuses upon the draconic man.

"How curious...one of HIS little toys have decided to squirm it's way beneath my skin. Curiosity truly is the bane of your kind's existence. Isn't it? First straight to the obsessive feline's maw. Now to the very place he forbids. It's as if you can't help yourself."

The gaze shifts, looking towards the child cradled against Edward's chest before a near chuckle leaves his tone.

"With a child in your arms none the less. My...how irresponsible. But, what else can one expect from such a protective and curious mind? A curious, little rat."

The train would stop suddenly, jerking the draconic man around for a moment before metallic clank occurs outside of the cell.

"...Something about you almost seems...familiar...your voice perhaps...your appearance...something...no. Perhaps not that...hmm."

The cell jerks about before seeming to jerk upwards, as if it was being lifted.

"Regardless, little rat. Lets see just how well you truly like the place your curiosity has drawn you to."

The eye focuses on Edward once more before slightly narrowing.

"You may have 1006's help up above. But down here...he will not even think to look for you or your child. Not until it's far too late to find either of you. But while you're here...let's just see how well that curiosity of yours will serve you."

The cell is shifted just a bit more.

"Let's see how well you can scurry. Little rat."

Such an impact would have knocked a ordinary person out. Or at least one more human than the unhappy draconic being that was ensnared instead.

The opening left by the opened cell door was big enough for one to squeeze their way out if they're human sized. The damaged door seeming to be unable to budge open. Unless one had a great deal of strength that far suppresses a human, one would not be able to get the door to open further.

The floors are grey, marked with a dark substance, both red and of a darker, more visceral fluid, with crushed chunks that looked to be a mix of cloth and flesh, like squashed meat left smeared across the floor. One could only imagine what kind of horrid event caused something like THAT to occur.

The doors rattled as creatures within slammed against them, roaring at the sound of footsteps that got too close to the cells, the doors never yielding to the desperate onslaught upon them. These creatures didn't sound like a wuggy, rather it sounded almost like...critters, but much bigger.

The sense of being watched never fades. In fact it was stronger now more than ever before. The cameras always seemed to be focused on Edward, the hum of the machinery within them lightly buzzing within the brief moments of silence that follows the howls and screams of the creatures within the metal boxes. It almost seemed as if the cameras constantly follows Edward, with a fain hue of blue shining within the lens.

The red grab pack hand is marked with the blood of the poor soul it was found detached from upon the floor. The old break room seeming to have been a form of makeshift barrier and shelter for the guard at one point. Before ensuring what laid out there would NEVER get to him.

The hand works perfectly well, along with the flashlight, the white light actually being surprisingly bright. At least the poor soul's predicament allowed for his tools to be intact.

The barricades are lined with barbed wire, made out of stone barriers and various objects. Why they were created is not entirely known, perhaps to slow down the creatures, or to keep them at bay. Either way these barricades seemed to separate the room, cutting it in half. Jumping them is easy enough if one can avoid the barbed wire.

The speakers crackle with the same auditory distortion that the television made upon the train. Then, that eerily familiar voice emits from the static, the static clearing as a single camera zoomed in on Edward and his child.

Him.

"The little rat scurries, cradling his little pup close to him. Gathering all he can in a desperate hope to succeed. Desperate to flee the place he stumbled into. Odd how he doesn't feel fear...but rather, anger. Protective habits of a parent no doubt. One wonders...just how well CAN he protect his precious child? Why don't we see how sharp those instincts are and what they'll make him do when faced with unforeseen threats...shall we?"

As this being, this man speaks, the hissing of pistons and whirring of gears sound out as the sound of metal creaking joins the ominous sounds. Then, an alarm begins to go off as all eight doors, four on each side, open up. Loud growls emit from the darkness as clawed hands grip onto the edge of the doors. Dozens of little, silver, pin prick slit-like eyes emerge from the shadows, filled with an ominous purple tinted pale glow. Fangs and drooling mauls reveal themselves as forms moved within the darkness of the cells, before emerging in a swarm of various small, but ferocious creatures.

It obviously did not work.

The cameras adjust the lens as Edward pulls out a literal sword, one he must have concealed and kept close to him, just in case. This was a unforeseen event, the man actually being armed. Not with a gun, or even a makeshift spear or one of those security spears, no, a sword. The blade shimmering in the dull light of the lower portion of the prison.

This is why testing is important, why it's best to use what could be considered canon fodder, rather than something actually useful. Any potential losts wouldn't be nearly as great.

And oh those poor creatures. They hardly realized what happened. At least some of them.

Hisses and shrieks echo into the room as the blade slashes through cloth and cotton, flesh and bone, splattering the already stained ground with fresh blood and spilled insides. Some were cut clean in half, others managed to dodge the blade or suffer a scratch from it's sharp metallic form instead. Bodies flopped onto the floor, writhing in pain as the mortally wounded tried to stand or crawl away. The lucky ones being the ones who were stabbed in the heart or had their heads chopped off, for they died quickly from shock. However very few allowed themselves to be struck in the chest or neck, naturally dodging just enough that they're instead gutted or half blinded, plastic eye caps cracking from the force of the blade, exposing a pure white eye behind it.

But it'd be fine! He'd take a quick peak and be back before Proto even noticed the two had vanished... and He'd be as quiet as possible, his wings would help with that.

And so, Edward descended, deep down into the Depths, clutching the sleeping hatchling close in a sling he'd made for him.

- @headofplaytimesecurity

As Edward commenced his descent down into the depths, he would find himself heading deeper and deeper into the darkness. The lights dimly buzzed above him, the floor began to have less tiling and more concrete and stone. The walls being less colorful and more grey in tone. As pipes show themselves crawling up the walls and ceilings.

It would feel like forever as he traveled downward, into the depths of the factory, beyond the Playcare. Down the shaft of the elevator that usually always stayed closed. The darkness swirled around him, shadows hard to tell apart from one another. Until a single light brightened suddenly in front of a metallic archway. The room beyond it seeming to be a form of maintenance area. A metallic rail allowed one to ascend up.

However the door appeared to be locked, with a hand print indicator suggesting that one needed a grab pack hand to continue forwards. Typically that is. There also appeared to be a pick axe embedded in the wall, with a odd, red eye symbol painted upon the wall.

He also picked up the pickaxe, a weapon was always good to have.

The sensor upon the wall is easy to open with the blue hand upon the Grabpack. The one hand that is consistency upon the tool. The other hands hung near the device's handle, depending on the ones the draconic man had managed to gather during his stay in the factory, he'd have quite a number or a couple.

The iron door slid up smoothly, revealing a short, slightly narrow hallway with three doors within it's form. One at the end of the hall and two on the left wall. Dark colored, nearly black, smudges lay upon the corners of the room and the bottom of the walls. A literal hole in the wall revealing a smear of blood and a mangled body of a mini smiling critter, the body twisted in odd angles with it's head disconnected and lopped off to the side amongst the grey rocks, as if something ate the throat.

The room to the left was a break room styled of room, a small one, but one none the less, with a table sitting at the corner of the room and a red informational tape about the flare hand. Off to the left side of the room in the corner sat a television on it's stand. In typical fashion, a vcr the same color of the tape sat on the rack bellow.

The second room to the left seemed to be a closet of sorts, holding various cleaning supplies and tools within it.

The room forwards would reveal a larger room with a large set of yellow doors, these doors baring heavy ropes entwined around the locks upon the door. The door appears to have dents within it, though dents that seemed to go outward, rather than inward. The door, like many of the doors in this factory, being made out of iron and seemingly having been secured.

It was clear that someone didn't want these doors to open.

Once it is, Edward would be met with a large, cavernous tunnel with more pipes rising upward to the ceiling and snaking along the metal grate covered ceiling. More scratch marks were evident upon the walls, smears of red marking otherwise grey stone. There was a odd scent within the hall, like that of metal, of copper to be exact.

The other side of the door would be smeared with dark stains, as if something was slammed against it and either was already bleeding, or the impact was so great that the blunt force bloodied them.

The lower levels were a bit colder, only growing colder the further the man went down. The further he went down, the stronger the scent of copper was, then the sour scent of decay. Not musk or old fabric. But rather death itself. Like something had died and was left to rot. Further onwards sat more crates, with dead, tattered bodies of mini smiling critters laying sprawled across them. One unlucky Catnap mini had a smear of blood leading to it's crumpled form.

Red letters marked the walls, the lighting turning from a pale, whitish color, to a yellowed orange, red in some parts, making it hard to read. Though one particular, dreadful message was written as clear as day.

'Where the devil doesn't sleep'.

These words are scratched out, a final desperate message sent out in final moments judging by the way it trailed down. This hall leading to closed, slightly broken chain linked fence. The hallway holding an eerie silence that loomed over the darkened shadows around Edward.

Edward would find himself within another square room, a old, long since broken forklift sitting against the wall amongst crates and scattered pipes and wooden planks. Upon the fence that surrounds this room, sits a very dead mini critter Bubba Bubbaphant that's impaled upon the metal and leaned forwards to constantly be staring at those who enter.

A iron door stood before him. The scent of death being the strongest it's been beyond this door.

Yet as Edward flew, some of the dead stirred, showing that some are still barely cling to the little life they have left, reaching out towards the draconic being as if attempting to call for help, but unable to do more than reach before their arms go limp.

A toy scrapyard. A cruel and crude graveyard for the unfortunate left to die under the fallen. A horrid sight, especially knowing that these weren't just regular toys. They were all once living, or at least, most were.

The gate was indeed open, with the vault-like door remaining half way open. A heavy, iron door usually indicating a heavily containment area. This door having two tower-like structures on either side of it's massive, reinforced concrete archway. However as soon as he gets close to the wide open square area, the massive lights would both suddenly turn on, the combination of both lights shining within the dark causing a blinding brightness as the door slowly began to close fully.

Before him lays a path, one that was barely together above a crumbled path bellow filled with metallic shipping crates. The smell of death and decay gets less and less intense the further one goes from that toy graveyard. Eventually this path would lead him to a large, more put together room. A actual constructed room with a tall, cavernous ceiling like most of the ceilings seen thus far. Within this room lays a large tunnel and a railway, similar to that which was seen in the room Edward first entered before fully taking the plunge.

Upon this rail way stands a train, a true train unlike the cartoonish one someone would see within the Game Station. It was painted red, but clearly used to transport what appears to be massive, heavy, room-like crates. Odd looking crates in fact, very different looking from the crates seen scattered about the tunnels. These crates looked as if it could hold something much larger than Edward. With a small window that looked like it could be slid open or slid closed. Almost like a mobile cell of sorts.

To the left of the room stood a smaller room with dirtied windows and against the stone stairs laid the withered, mummified, skeletal body of a man. He wore a blue train conductor outfit, with a note laying beside a dried, yet clearly red puddle of blood that surrounded the body.

Odd. While it was rumored that people were indeed eaten by the experiments and toys here, this was perhaps the first time a actual body that wasn't just a skeleton could be seen. A body that wasn't eaten from the past it would seem. Why it wasn't eaten is a mystery in of itself, considering how most of the toys were starving after all. Not as if the meat on this body is of any use anymore, it'd more likely just turn into ash in one's mouth if they tried.

The room the body laid against the base of seemed to contain a television, a tape player, a couple of shelves with a few tools on it, with one shelf holding a tape, and what looked to be a electrical channeling point that grab pack hands could use to power something, of which looks to be the train judging by the poles and the secondary electrical out lit upon it's main engine.

The hiss of pistons and gears coming to life emitted within the growing silence. The darkness coating the interior of the cell like a blanket. The cell began to move, the train traveling down deeper and deeper into the depths. As the train rocked, the sense of not being alone became more intense. As if something was watching Edward's every move. His every action. His every thought.

Then the silence is broken as a static filled screech of audio being adjusted as a white static fills the television screen upon the corner of the wall. A hiss of static follows as the screen adjusts to a dark blue hue, the white slight cutting through the darkness gaining a ominous, blue hue to it.

"Hmm...now what's this?"

A hum left a deep, almost smooth tone. Tainted by a strange, metallic twinge and electrical hum akin to that which was nearly mechanical. Yet far too human all at once. The tone of a man, a human, a actual human, rather than a cartoonish voice, a raspy croak, or a deep, threatening, growly tone. Or as human as anything in this factory could be.

A single eye appears upon the screen, opening up as the dark colored gaze focuses upon the draconic man.

"How curious...one of HIS little toys have decided to squirm it's way beneath my skin. Curiosity truly is the bane of your kind's existence. Isn't it? First straight to the obsessive feline's maw. Now to the very place he forbids. It's as if you can't help yourself."

The gaze shifts, looking towards the child cradled against Edward's chest before a near chuckle leaves his tone.

"With a child in your arms none the less. My...how irresponsible. But, what else can one expect from such a protective and curious mind? A curious, little rat."

The train would stop suddenly, jerking the draconic man around for a moment before metallic clank occurs outside of the cell.

"...Something about you almost seems...familiar...your voice perhaps...your appearance...something...no. Perhaps not that...hmm."

The cell jerks about before seeming to jerk upwards, as if it was being lifted.

"Regardless, little rat. Lets see just how well you truly like the place your curiosity has drawn you to."

The eye focuses on Edward once more before slightly narrowing.

"You may have 1006's help up above. But down here...he will not even think to look for you or your child. Not until it's far too late to find either of you. But while you're here...let's just see how well that curiosity of yours will serve you."

The cell is shifted just a bit more.

"Let's see how well you can scurry. Little rat."

Such an impact would have knocked a ordinary person out. Or at least one more human than the unhappy draconic being that was ensnared instead.

The opening left by the opened cell door was big enough for one to squeeze their way out if they're human sized. The damaged door seeming to be unable to budge open. Unless one had a great deal of strength that far suppresses a human, one would not be able to get the door to open further.

The floors are grey, marked with a dark substance, both red and of a darker, more visceral fluid, with crushed chunks that looked to be a mix of cloth and flesh, like squashed meat left smeared across the floor. One could only imagine what kind of horrid event caused something like THAT to occur.

The doors rattled as creatures within slammed against them, roaring at the sound of footsteps that got too close to the cells, the doors never yielding to the desperate onslaught upon them. These creatures didn't sound like a wuggy, rather it sounded almost like...critters, but much bigger.

The sense of being watched never fades. In fact it was stronger now more than ever before. The cameras always seemed to be focused on Edward, the hum of the machinery within them lightly buzzing within the brief moments of silence that follows the howls and screams of the creatures within the metal boxes. It almost seemed as if the cameras constantly follows Edward, with a fain hue of blue shining within the lens.

The red grab pack hand is marked with the blood of the poor soul it was found detached from upon the floor. The old break room seeming to have been a form of makeshift barrier and shelter for the guard at one point. Before ensuring what laid out there would NEVER get to him.

The hand works perfectly well, along with the flashlight, the white light actually being surprisingly bright. At least the poor soul's predicament allowed for his tools to be intact.

The barricades are lined with barbed wire, made out of stone barriers and various objects. Why they were created is not entirely known, perhaps to slow down the creatures, or to keep them at bay. Either way these barricades seemed to separate the room, cutting it in half. Jumping them is easy enough if one can avoid the barbed wire.

The speakers crackle with the same auditory distortion that the television made upon the train. Then, that eerily familiar voice emits from the static, the static clearing as a single camera zoomed in on Edward and his child.

Him.

"The little rat scurries, cradling his little pup close to him. Gathering all he can in a desperate hope to succeed. Desperate to flee the place he stumbled into. Odd how he doesn't feel fear...but rather, anger. Protective habits of a parent no doubt. One wonders...just how well CAN he protect his precious child? Why don't we see how sharp those instincts are and what they'll make him do when faced with unforeseen threats...shall we?"

As this being, this man speaks, the hissing of pistons and whirring of gears sound out as the sound of metal creaking joins the ominous sounds. Then, an alarm begins to go off as all eight doors, four on each side, open up. Loud growls emit from the darkness as clawed hands grip onto the edge of the doors. Dozens of little, silver, pin prick slit-like eyes emerge from the shadows, filled with an ominous purple tinted pale glow. Fangs and drooling mauls reveal themselves as forms moved within the darkness of the cells, before emerging in a swarm of various small, but ferocious creatures.

But it'd be fine! He'd take a quick peak and be back before Proto even noticed the two had vanished... and He'd be as quiet as possible, his wings would help with that.

And so, Edward descended, deep down into the Depths, clutching the sleeping hatchling close in a sling he'd made for him.

- @headofplaytimesecurity

As Edward commenced his descent down into the depths, he would find himself heading deeper and deeper into the darkness. The lights dimly buzzed above him, the floor began to have less tiling and more concrete and stone. The walls being less colorful and more grey in tone. As pipes show themselves crawling up the walls and ceilings.

It would feel like forever as he traveled downward, into the depths of the factory, beyond the Playcare. Down the shaft of the elevator that usually always stayed closed. The darkness swirled around him, shadows hard to tell apart from one another. Until a single light brightened suddenly in front of a metallic archway. The room beyond it seeming to be a form of maintenance area. A metallic rail allowed one to ascend up.

However the door appeared to be locked, with a hand print indicator suggesting that one needed a grab pack hand to continue forwards. Typically that is. There also appeared to be a pick axe embedded in the wall, with a odd, red eye symbol painted upon the wall.

He also picked up the pickaxe, a weapon was always good to have.

The sensor upon the wall is easy to open with the blue hand upon the Grabpack. The one hand that is consistency upon the tool. The other hands hung near the device's handle, depending on the ones the draconic man had managed to gather during his stay in the factory, he'd have quite a number or a couple.

The iron door slid up smoothly, revealing a short, slightly narrow hallway with three doors within it's form. One at the end of the hall and two on the left wall. Dark colored, nearly black, smudges lay upon the corners of the room and the bottom of the walls. A literal hole in the wall revealing a smear of blood and a mangled body of a mini smiling critter, the body twisted in odd angles with it's head disconnected and lopped off to the side amongst the grey rocks, as if something ate the throat.

The room to the left was a break room styled of room, a small one, but one none the less, with a table sitting at the corner of the room and a red informational tape about the flare hand. Off to the left side of the room in the corner sat a television on it's stand. In typical fashion, a vcr the same color of the tape sat on the rack bellow.

The second room to the left seemed to be a closet of sorts, holding various cleaning supplies and tools within it.

The room forwards would reveal a larger room with a large set of yellow doors, these doors baring heavy ropes entwined around the locks upon the door. The door appears to have dents within it, though dents that seemed to go outward, rather than inward. The door, like many of the doors in this factory, being made out of iron and seemingly having been secured.

It was clear that someone didn't want these doors to open.

Once it is, Edward would be met with a large, cavernous tunnel with more pipes rising upward to the ceiling and snaking along the metal grate covered ceiling. More scratch marks were evident upon the walls, smears of red marking otherwise grey stone. There was a odd scent within the hall, like that of metal, of copper to be exact.

The other side of the door would be smeared with dark stains, as if something was slammed against it and either was already bleeding, or the impact was so great that the blunt force bloodied them.

The lower levels were a bit colder, only growing colder the further the man went down. The further he went down, the stronger the scent of copper was, then the sour scent of decay. Not musk or old fabric. But rather death itself. Like something had died and was left to rot. Further onwards sat more crates, with dead, tattered bodies of mini smiling critters laying sprawled across them. One unlucky Catnap mini had a smear of blood leading to it's crumpled form.

Red letters marked the walls, the lighting turning from a pale, whitish color, to a yellowed orange, red in some parts, making it hard to read. Though one particular, dreadful message was written as clear as day.

'Where the devil doesn't sleep'.

These words are scratched out, a final desperate message sent out in final moments judging by the way it trailed down. This hall leading to closed, slightly broken chain linked fence. The hallway holding an eerie silence that loomed over the darkened shadows around Edward.

Edward would find himself within another square room, a old, long since broken forklift sitting against the wall amongst crates and scattered pipes and wooden planks. Upon the fence that surrounds this room, sits a very dead mini critter Bubba Bubbaphant that's impaled upon the metal and leaned forwards to constantly be staring at those who enter.

A iron door stood before him. The scent of death being the strongest it's been beyond this door.

Yet as Edward flew, some of the dead stirred, showing that some are still barely cling to the little life they have left, reaching out towards the draconic being as if attempting to call for help, but unable to do more than reach before their arms go limp.

A toy scrapyard. A cruel and crude graveyard for the unfortunate left to die under the fallen. A horrid sight, especially knowing that these weren't just regular toys. They were all once living, or at least, most were.

The gate was indeed open, with the vault-like door remaining half way open. A heavy, iron door usually indicating a heavily containment area. This door having two tower-like structures on either side of it's massive, reinforced concrete archway. However as soon as he gets close to the wide open square area, the massive lights would both suddenly turn on, the combination of both lights shining within the dark causing a blinding brightness as the door slowly began to close fully.

Before him lays a path, one that was barely together above a crumbled path bellow filled with metallic shipping crates. The smell of death and decay gets less and less intense the further one goes from that toy graveyard. Eventually this path would lead him to a large, more put together room. A actual constructed room with a tall, cavernous ceiling like most of the ceilings seen thus far. Within this room lays a large tunnel and a railway, similar to that which was seen in the room Edward first entered before fully taking the plunge.

Upon this rail way stands a train, a true train unlike the cartoonish one someone would see within the Game Station. It was painted red, but clearly used to transport what appears to be massive, heavy, room-like crates. Odd looking crates in fact, very different looking from the crates seen scattered about the tunnels. These crates looked as if it could hold something much larger than Edward. With a small window that looked like it could be slid open or slid closed. Almost like a mobile cell of sorts.

To the left of the room stood a smaller room with dirtied windows and against the stone stairs laid the withered, mummified, skeletal body of a man. He wore a blue train conductor outfit, with a note laying beside a dried, yet clearly red puddle of blood that surrounded the body.

Odd. While it was rumored that people were indeed eaten by the experiments and toys here, this was perhaps the first time a actual body that wasn't just a skeleton could be seen. A body that wasn't eaten from the past it would seem. Why it wasn't eaten is a mystery in of itself, considering how most of the toys were starving after all. Not as if the meat on this body is of any use anymore, it'd more likely just turn into ash in one's mouth if they tried.

The room the body laid against the base of seemed to contain a television, a tape player, a couple of shelves with a few tools on it, with one shelf holding a tape, and what looked to be a electrical channeling point that grab pack hands could use to power something, of which looks to be the train judging by the poles and the secondary electrical out lit upon it's main engine.

The hiss of pistons and gears coming to life emitted within the growing silence. The darkness coating the interior of the cell like a blanket. The cell began to move, the train traveling down deeper and deeper into the depths. As the train rocked, the sense of not being alone became more intense. As if something was watching Edward's every move. His every action. His every thought.

Then the silence is broken as a static filled screech of audio being adjusted as a white static fills the television screen upon the corner of the wall. A hiss of static follows as the screen adjusts to a dark blue hue, the white slight cutting through the darkness gaining a ominous, blue hue to it.

"Hmm...now what's this?"

A hum left a deep, almost smooth tone. Tainted by a strange, metallic twinge and electrical hum akin to that which was nearly mechanical. Yet far too human all at once. The tone of a man, a human, a actual human, rather than a cartoonish voice, a raspy croak, or a deep, threatening, growly tone. Or as human as anything in this factory could be.

A single eye appears upon the screen, opening up as the dark colored gaze focuses upon the draconic man.

"How curious...one of HIS little toys have decided to squirm it's way beneath my skin. Curiosity truly is the bane of your kind's existence. Isn't it? First straight to the obsessive feline's maw. Now to the very place he forbids. It's as if you can't help yourself."

The gaze shifts, looking towards the child cradled against Edward's chest before a near chuckle leaves his tone.

"With a child in your arms none the less. My...how irresponsible. But, what else can one expect from such a protective and curious mind? A curious, little rat."

The train would stop suddenly, jerking the draconic man around for a moment before metallic clank occurs outside of the cell.

"...Something about you almost seems...familiar...your voice perhaps...your appearance...something...no. Perhaps not that...hmm."

The cell jerks about before seeming to jerk upwards, as if it was being lifted.

"Regardless, little rat. Lets see just how well you truly like the place your curiosity has drawn you to."

The eye focuses on Edward once more before slightly narrowing.

"You may have 1006's help up above. But down here...he will not even think to look for you or your child. Not until it's far too late to find either of you. But while you're here...let's just see how well that curiosity of yours will serve you."

The cell is shifted just a bit more.

"Let's see how well you can scurry. Little rat."

Such an impact would have knocked a ordinary person out. Or at least one more human than the unhappy draconic being that was ensnared instead.

The opening left by the opened cell door was big enough for one to squeeze their way out if they're human sized. The damaged door seeming to be unable to budge open. Unless one had a great deal of strength that far suppresses a human, one would not be able to get the door to open further.

But it'd be fine! He'd take a quick peak and be back before Proto even noticed the two had vanished... and He'd be as quiet as possible, his wings would help with that.

And so, Edward descended, deep down into the Depths, clutching the sleeping hatchling close in a sling he'd made for him.

- @headofplaytimesecurity

As Edward commenced his descent down into the depths, he would find himself heading deeper and deeper into the darkness. The lights dimly buzzed above him, the floor began to have less tiling and more concrete and stone. The walls being less colorful and more grey in tone. As pipes show themselves crawling up the walls and ceilings.

It would feel like forever as he traveled downward, into the depths of the factory, beyond the Playcare. Down the shaft of the elevator that usually always stayed closed. The darkness swirled around him, shadows hard to tell apart from one another. Until a single light brightened suddenly in front of a metallic archway. The room beyond it seeming to be a form of maintenance area. A metallic rail allowed one to ascend up.

However the door appeared to be locked, with a hand print indicator suggesting that one needed a grab pack hand to continue forwards. Typically that is. There also appeared to be a pick axe embedded in the wall, with a odd, red eye symbol painted upon the wall.

He also picked up the pickaxe, a weapon was always good to have.

The sensor upon the wall is easy to open with the blue hand upon the Grabpack. The one hand that is consistency upon the tool. The other hands hung near the device's handle, depending on the ones the draconic man had managed to gather during his stay in the factory, he'd have quite a number or a couple.

The iron door slid up smoothly, revealing a short, slightly narrow hallway with three doors within it's form. One at the end of the hall and two on the left wall. Dark colored, nearly black, smudges lay upon the corners of the room and the bottom of the walls. A literal hole in the wall revealing a smear of blood and a mangled body of a mini smiling critter, the body twisted in odd angles with it's head disconnected and lopped off to the side amongst the grey rocks, as if something ate the throat.

The room to the left was a break room styled of room, a small one, but one none the less, with a table sitting at the corner of the room and a red informational tape about the flare hand. Off to the left side of the room in the corner sat a television on it's stand. In typical fashion, a vcr the same color of the tape sat on the rack bellow.

The second room to the left seemed to be a closet of sorts, holding various cleaning supplies and tools within it.

The room forwards would reveal a larger room with a large set of yellow doors, these doors baring heavy ropes entwined around the locks upon the door. The door appears to have dents within it, though dents that seemed to go outward, rather than inward. The door, like many of the doors in this factory, being made out of iron and seemingly having been secured.

It was clear that someone didn't want these doors to open.

Once it is, Edward would be met with a large, cavernous tunnel with more pipes rising upward to the ceiling and snaking along the metal grate covered ceiling. More scratch marks were evident upon the walls, smears of red marking otherwise grey stone. There was a odd scent within the hall, like that of metal, of copper to be exact.

The other side of the door would be smeared with dark stains, as if something was slammed against it and either was already bleeding, or the impact was so great that the blunt force bloodied them.

The lower levels were a bit colder, only growing colder the further the man went down. The further he went down, the stronger the scent of copper was, then the sour scent of decay. Not musk or old fabric. But rather death itself. Like something had died and was left to rot. Further onwards sat more crates, with dead, tattered bodies of mini smiling critters laying sprawled across them. One unlucky Catnap mini had a smear of blood leading to it's crumpled form.

Red letters marked the walls, the lighting turning from a pale, whitish color, to a yellowed orange, red in some parts, making it hard to read. Though one particular, dreadful message was written as clear as day.

'Where the devil doesn't sleep'.

These words are scratched out, a final desperate message sent out in final moments judging by the way it trailed down. This hall leading to closed, slightly broken chain linked fence. The hallway holding an eerie silence that loomed over the darkened shadows around Edward.

Edward would find himself within another square room, a old, long since broken forklift sitting against the wall amongst crates and scattered pipes and wooden planks. Upon the fence that surrounds this room, sits a very dead mini critter Bubba Bubbaphant that's impaled upon the metal and leaned forwards to constantly be staring at those who enter.

A iron door stood before him. The scent of death being the strongest it's been beyond this door.

Yet as Edward flew, some of the dead stirred, showing that some are still barely cling to the little life they have left, reaching out towards the draconic being as if attempting to call for help, but unable to do more than reach before their arms go limp.

A toy scrapyard. A cruel and crude graveyard for the unfortunate left to die under the fallen. A horrid sight, especially knowing that these weren't just regular toys. They were all once living, or at least, most were.

The gate was indeed open, with the vault-like door remaining half way open. A heavy, iron door usually indicating a heavily containment area. This door having two tower-like structures on either side of it's massive, reinforced concrete archway. However as soon as he gets close to the wide open square area, the massive lights would both suddenly turn on, the combination of both lights shining within the dark causing a blinding brightness as the door slowly began to close fully.

Before him lays a path, one that was barely together above a crumbled path bellow filled with metallic shipping crates. The smell of death and decay gets less and less intense the further one goes from that toy graveyard. Eventually this path would lead him to a large, more put together room. A actual constructed room with a tall, cavernous ceiling like most of the ceilings seen thus far. Within this room lays a large tunnel and a railway, similar to that which was seen in the room Edward first entered before fully taking the plunge.

Upon this rail way stands a train, a true train unlike the cartoonish one someone would see within the Game Station. It was painted red, but clearly used to transport what appears to be massive, heavy, room-like crates. Odd looking crates in fact, very different looking from the crates seen scattered about the tunnels. These crates looked as if it could hold something much larger than Edward. With a small window that looked like it could be slid open or slid closed. Almost like a mobile cell of sorts.

To the left of the room stood a smaller room with dirtied windows and against the stone stairs laid the withered, mummified, skeletal body of a man. He wore a blue train conductor outfit, with a note laying beside a dried, yet clearly red puddle of blood that surrounded the body.

Odd. While it was rumored that people were indeed eaten by the experiments and toys here, this was perhaps the first time a actual body that wasn't just a skeleton could be seen. A body that wasn't eaten from the past it would seem. Why it wasn't eaten is a mystery in of itself, considering how most of the toys were starving after all. Not as if the meat on this body is of any use anymore, it'd more likely just turn into ash in one's mouth if they tried.

The room the body laid against the base of seemed to contain a television, a tape player, a couple of shelves with a few tools on it, with one shelf holding a tape, and what looked to be a electrical channeling point that grab pack hands could use to power something, of which looks to be the train judging by the poles and the secondary electrical out lit upon it's main engine.

The hiss of pistons and gears coming to life emitted within the growing silence. The darkness coating the interior of the cell like a blanket. The cell began to move, the train traveling down deeper and deeper into the depths. As the train rocked, the sense of not being alone became more intense. As if something was watching Edward's every move. His every action. His every thought.

Then the silence is broken as a static filled screech of audio being adjusted as a white static fills the television screen upon the corner of the wall. A hiss of static follows as the screen adjusts to a dark blue hue, the white slight cutting through the darkness gaining a ominous, blue hue to it.

"Hmm...now what's this?"

A hum left a deep, almost smooth tone. Tainted by a strange, metallic twinge and electrical hum akin to that which was nearly mechanical. Yet far too human all at once. The tone of a man, a human, a actual human, rather than a cartoonish voice, a raspy croak, or a deep, threatening, growly tone. Or as human as anything in this factory could be.

A single eye appears upon the screen, opening up as the dark colored gaze focuses upon the draconic man.

"How curious...one of HIS little toys have decided to squirm it's way beneath my skin. Curiosity truly is the bane of your kind's existence. Isn't it? First straight to the obsessive feline's maw. Now to the very place he forbids. It's as if you can't help yourself."

The gaze shifts, looking towards the child cradled against Edward's chest before a near chuckle leaves his tone.

"With a child in your arms none the less. My...how irresponsible. But, what else can one expect from such a protective and curious mind? A curious, little rat."

The train would stop suddenly, jerking the draconic man around for a moment before metallic clank occurs outside of the cell.

"...Something about you almost seems...familiar...your voice perhaps...your appearance...something...no. Perhaps not that...hmm."

The cell jerks about before seeming to jerk upwards, as if it was being lifted.

"Regardless, little rat. Lets see just how well you truly like the place your curiosity has drawn you to."

The eye focuses on Edward once more before slightly narrowing.

"You may have 1006's help up above. But down here...he will not even think to look for you or your child. Not until it's far too late to find either of you. But while you're here...let's just see how well that curiosity of yours will serve you."

The cell is shifted just a bit more.

"Let's see how well you can scurry. Little rat."

But it'd be fine! He'd take a quick peak and be back before Proto even noticed the two had vanished... and He'd be as quiet as possible, his wings would help with that.

And so, Edward descended, deep down into the Depths, clutching the sleeping hatchling close in a sling he'd made for him.

- @headofplaytimesecurity

As Edward commenced his descent down into the depths, he would find himself heading deeper and deeper into the darkness. The lights dimly buzzed above him, the floor began to have less tiling and more concrete and stone. The walls being less colorful and more grey in tone. As pipes show themselves crawling up the walls and ceilings.

It would feel like forever as he traveled downward, into the depths of the factory, beyond the Playcare. Down the shaft of the elevator that usually always stayed closed. The darkness swirled around him, shadows hard to tell apart from one another. Until a single light brightened suddenly in front of a metallic archway. The room beyond it seeming to be a form of maintenance area. A metallic rail allowed one to ascend up.

However the door appeared to be locked, with a hand print indicator suggesting that one needed a grab pack hand to continue forwards. Typically that is. There also appeared to be a pick axe embedded in the wall, with a odd, red eye symbol painted upon the wall.

He also picked up the pickaxe, a weapon was always good to have.

The sensor upon the wall is easy to open with the blue hand upon the Grabpack. The one hand that is consistency upon the tool. The other hands hung near the device's handle, depending on the ones the draconic man had managed to gather during his stay in the factory, he'd have quite a number or a couple.

The iron door slid up smoothly, revealing a short, slightly narrow hallway with three doors within it's form. One at the end of the hall and two on the left wall. Dark colored, nearly black, smudges lay upon the corners of the room and the bottom of the walls. A literal hole in the wall revealing a smear of blood and a mangled body of a mini smiling critter, the body twisted in odd angles with it's head disconnected and lopped off to the side amongst the grey rocks, as if something ate the throat.

The room to the left was a break room styled of room, a small one, but one none the less, with a table sitting at the corner of the room and a red informational tape about the flare hand. Off to the left side of the room in the corner sat a television on it's stand. In typical fashion, a vcr the same color of the tape sat on the rack bellow.

The second room to the left seemed to be a closet of sorts, holding various cleaning supplies and tools within it.

The room forwards would reveal a larger room with a large set of yellow doors, these doors baring heavy ropes entwined around the locks upon the door. The door appears to have dents within it, though dents that seemed to go outward, rather than inward. The door, like many of the doors in this factory, being made out of iron and seemingly having been secured.

It was clear that someone didn't want these doors to open.

Once it is, Edward would be met with a large, cavernous tunnel with more pipes rising upward to the ceiling and snaking along the metal grate covered ceiling. More scratch marks were evident upon the walls, smears of red marking otherwise grey stone. There was a odd scent within the hall, like that of metal, of copper to be exact.

The other side of the door would be smeared with dark stains, as if something was slammed against it and either was already bleeding, or the impact was so great that the blunt force bloodied them.

The lower levels were a bit colder, only growing colder the further the man went down. The further he went down, the stronger the scent of copper was, then the sour scent of decay. Not musk or old fabric. But rather death itself. Like something had died and was left to rot. Further onwards sat more crates, with dead, tattered bodies of mini smiling critters laying sprawled across them. One unlucky Catnap mini had a smear of blood leading to it's crumpled form.

Red letters marked the walls, the lighting turning from a pale, whitish color, to a yellowed orange, red in some parts, making it hard to read. Though one particular, dreadful message was written as clear as day.

'Where the devil doesn't sleep'.

These words are scratched out, a final desperate message sent out in final moments judging by the way it trailed down. This hall leading to closed, slightly broken chain linked fence. The hallway holding an eerie silence that loomed over the darkened shadows around Edward.

Edward would find himself within another square room, a old, long since broken forklift sitting against the wall amongst crates and scattered pipes and wooden planks. Upon the fence that surrounds this room, sits a very dead mini critter Bubba Bubbaphant that's impaled upon the metal and leaned forwards to constantly be staring at those who enter.

A iron door stood before him. The scent of death being the strongest it's been beyond this door.

Yet as Edward flew, some of the dead stirred, showing that some are still barely cling to the little life they have left, reaching out towards the draconic being as if attempting to call for help, but unable to do more than reach before their arms go limp.

A toy scrapyard. A cruel and crude graveyard for the unfortunate left to die under the fallen. A horrid sight, especially knowing that these weren't just regular toys. They were all once living, or at least, most were.

The gate was indeed open, with the vault-like door remaining half way open. A heavy, iron door usually indicating a heavily containment area. This door having two tower-like structures on either side of it's massive, reinforced concrete archway. However as soon as he gets close to the wide open square area, the massive lights would both suddenly turn on, the combination of both lights shining within the dark causing a blinding brightness as the door slowly began to close fully.

Before him lays a path, one that was barely together above a crumbled path bellow filled with metallic shipping crates. The smell of death and decay gets less and less intense the further one goes from that toy graveyard. Eventually this path would lead him to a large, more put together room. A actual constructed room with a tall, cavernous ceiling like most of the ceilings seen thus far. Within this room lays a large tunnel and a railway, similar to that which was seen in the room Edward first entered before fully taking the plunge.

Upon this rail way stands a train, a true train unlike the cartoonish one someone would see within the Game Station. It was painted red, but clearly used to transport what appears to be massive, heavy, room-like crates. Odd looking crates in fact, very different looking from the crates seen scattered about the tunnels. These crates looked as if it could hold something much larger than Edward. With a small window that looked like it could be slid open or slid closed. Almost like a mobile cell of sorts.

To the left of the room stood a smaller room with dirtied windows and against the stone stairs laid the withered, mummified, skeletal body of a man. He wore a blue train conductor outfit, with a note laying beside a dried, yet clearly red puddle of blood that surrounded the body.

Odd. While it was rumored that people were indeed eaten by the experiments and toys here, this was perhaps the first time a actual body that wasn't just a skeleton could be seen. A body that wasn't eaten from the past it would seem. Why it wasn't eaten is a mystery in of itself, considering how most of the toys were starving after all. Not as if the meat on this body is of any use anymore, it'd more likely just turn into ash in one's mouth if they tried.

The room the body laid against the base of seemed to contain a television, a tape player, a couple of shelves with a few tools on it, with one shelf holding a tape, and what looked to be a electrical channeling point that grab pack hands could use to power something, of which looks to be the train judging by the poles and the secondary electrical out lit upon it's main engine.

The hiss of pistons and gears coming to life emitted within the growing silence. The darkness coating the interior of the cell like a blanket. The cell began to move, the train traveling down deeper and deeper into the depths. As the train rocked, the sense of not being alone became more intense. As if something was watching Edward's every move. His every action. His every thought.

Then the silence is broken as a static filled screech of audio being adjusted as a white static fills the television screen upon the corner of the wall. A hiss of static follows as the screen adjusts to a dark blue hue, the white slight cutting through the darkness gaining a ominous, blue hue to it.

"Hmm...now what's this?"

A hum left a deep, almost smooth tone. Tainted by a strange, metallic twinge and electrical hum akin to that which was nearly mechanical. Yet far too human all at once. The tone of a man, a human, a actual human, rather than a cartoonish voice, a raspy croak, or a deep, threatening, growly tone. Or as human as anything in this factory could be.

A single eye appears upon the screen, opening up as the dark colored gaze focuses upon the draconic man.

"How curious...one of HIS little toys have decided to squirm it's way beneath my skin. Curiosity truly is the bane of your kind's existence. Isn't it? First straight to the obsessive feline's maw. Now to the very place he forbids. It's as if you can't help yourself."

The gaze shifts, looking towards the child cradled against Edward's chest before a near chuckle leaves his tone.

"With a child in your arms none the less. My...how irresponsible. But, what else can one expect from such a protective and curious mind? A curious, little rat."

The train would stop suddenly, jerking the draconic man around for a moment before metallic clank occurs outside of the cell.

"...Something about you almost seems...familiar...your voice perhaps...your appearance...something...no. Perhaps not that...hmm."

The cell jerks about before seeming to jerk upwards, as if it was being lifted.

"Regardless, little rat. Lets see just how well you truly like the place your curiosity has drawn you to."

The eye focuses on Edward once more before slightly narrowing.

But it'd be fine! He'd take a quick peak and be back before Proto even noticed the two had vanished... and He'd be as quiet as possible, his wings would help with that.

And so, Edward descended, deep down into the Depths, clutching the sleeping hatchling close in a sling he'd made for him.

- @headofplaytimesecurity

As Edward commenced his descent down into the depths, he would find himself heading deeper and deeper into the darkness. The lights dimly buzzed above him, the floor began to have less tiling and more concrete and stone. The walls being less colorful and more grey in tone. As pipes show themselves crawling up the walls and ceilings.

It would feel like forever as he traveled downward, into the depths of the factory, beyond the Playcare. Down the shaft of the elevator that usually always stayed closed. The darkness swirled around him, shadows hard to tell apart from one another. Until a single light brightened suddenly in front of a metallic archway. The room beyond it seeming to be a form of maintenance area. A metallic rail allowed one to ascend up.

However the door appeared to be locked, with a hand print indicator suggesting that one needed a grab pack hand to continue forwards. Typically that is. There also appeared to be a pick axe embedded in the wall, with a odd, red eye symbol painted upon the wall.

He also picked up the pickaxe, a weapon was always good to have.

The sensor upon the wall is easy to open with the blue hand upon the Grabpack. The one hand that is consistency upon the tool. The other hands hung near the device's handle, depending on the ones the draconic man had managed to gather during his stay in the factory, he'd have quite a number or a couple.

The iron door slid up smoothly, revealing a short, slightly narrow hallway with three doors within it's form. One at the end of the hall and two on the left wall. Dark colored, nearly black, smudges lay upon the corners of the room and the bottom of the walls. A literal hole in the wall revealing a smear of blood and a mangled body of a mini smiling critter, the body twisted in odd angles with it's head disconnected and lopped off to the side amongst the grey rocks, as if something ate the throat.

The room to the left was a break room styled of room, a small one, but one none the less, with a table sitting at the corner of the room and a red informational tape about the flare hand. Off to the left side of the room in the corner sat a television on it's stand. In typical fashion, a vcr the same color of the tape sat on the rack bellow.

The second room to the left seemed to be a closet of sorts, holding various cleaning supplies and tools within it.

The room forwards would reveal a larger room with a large set of yellow doors, these doors baring heavy ropes entwined around the locks upon the door. The door appears to have dents within it, though dents that seemed to go outward, rather than inward. The door, like many of the doors in this factory, being made out of iron and seemingly having been secured.

It was clear that someone didn't want these doors to open.

Once it is, Edward would be met with a large, cavernous tunnel with more pipes rising upward to the ceiling and snaking along the metal grate covered ceiling. More scratch marks were evident upon the walls, smears of red marking otherwise grey stone. There was a odd scent within the hall, like that of metal, of copper to be exact.

The other side of the door would be smeared with dark stains, as if something was slammed against it and either was already bleeding, or the impact was so great that the blunt force bloodied them.

The lower levels were a bit colder, only growing colder the further the man went down. The further he went down, the stronger the scent of copper was, then the sour scent of decay. Not musk or old fabric. But rather death itself. Like something had died and was left to rot. Further onwards sat more crates, with dead, tattered bodies of mini smiling critters laying sprawled across them. One unlucky Catnap mini had a smear of blood leading to it's crumpled form.

Red letters marked the walls, the lighting turning from a pale, whitish color, to a yellowed orange, red in some parts, making it hard to read. Though one particular, dreadful message was written as clear as day.

'Where the devil doesn't sleep'.

These words are scratched out, a final desperate message sent out in final moments judging by the way it trailed down. This hall leading to closed, slightly broken chain linked fence. The hallway holding an eerie silence that loomed over the darkened shadows around Edward.

Edward would find himself within another square room, a old, long since broken forklift sitting against the wall amongst crates and scattered pipes and wooden planks. Upon the fence that surrounds this room, sits a very dead mini critter Bubba Bubbaphant that's impaled upon the metal and leaned forwards to constantly be staring at those who enter.

A iron door stood before him. The scent of death being the strongest it's been beyond this door.

Yet as Edward flew, some of the dead stirred, showing that some are still barely cling to the little life they have left, reaching out towards the draconic being as if attempting to call for help, but unable to do more than reach before their arms go limp.

A toy scrapyard. A cruel and crude graveyard for the unfortunate left to die under the fallen. A horrid sight, especially knowing that these weren't just regular toys. They were all once living, or at least, most were.

The gate was indeed open, with the vault-like door remaining half way open. A heavy, iron door usually indicating a heavily containment area. This door having two tower-like structures on either side of it's massive, reinforced concrete archway. However as soon as he gets close to the wide open square area, the massive lights would both suddenly turn on, the combination of both lights shining within the dark causing a blinding brightness as the door slowly began to close fully.

Before him lays a path, one that was barely together above a crumbled path bellow filled with metallic shipping crates. The smell of death and decay gets less and less intense the further one goes from that toy graveyard. Eventually this path would lead him to a large, more put together room. A actual constructed room with a tall, cavernous ceiling like most of the ceilings seen thus far. Within this room lays a large tunnel and a railway, similar to that which was seen in the room Edward first entered before fully taking the plunge.

Upon this rail way stands a train, a true train unlike the cartoonish one someone would see within the Game Station. It was painted red, but clearly used to transport what appears to be massive, heavy, room-like crates. Odd looking crates in fact, very different looking from the crates seen scattered about the tunnels. These crates looked as if it could hold something much larger than Edward. With a small window that looked like it could be slid open or slid closed. Almost like a mobile cell of sorts.

To the left of the room stood a smaller room with dirtied windows and against the stone stairs laid the withered, mummified, skeletal body of a man. He wore a blue train conductor outfit, with a note laying beside a dried, yet clearly red puddle of blood that surrounded the body.

Odd. While it was rumored that people were indeed eaten by the experiments and toys here, this was perhaps the first time a actual body that wasn't just a skeleton could be seen. A body that wasn't eaten from the past it would seem. Why it wasn't eaten is a mystery in of itself, considering how most of the toys were starving after all. Not as if the meat on this body is of any use anymore, it'd more likely just turn into ash in one's mouth if they tried.

The room the body laid against the base of seemed to contain a television, a tape player, a couple of shelves with a few tools on it, with one shelf holding a tape, and what looked to be a electrical channeling point that grab pack hands could use to power something, of which looks to be the train judging by the poles and the secondary electrical out lit upon it's main engine.

But it'd be fine! He'd take a quick peak and be back before Proto even noticed the two had vanished... and He'd be as quiet as possible, his wings would help with that.

And so, Edward descended, deep down into the Depths, clutching the sleeping hatchling close in a sling he'd made for him.

- @headofplaytimesecurity

As Edward commenced his descent down into the depths, he would find himself heading deeper and deeper into the darkness. The lights dimly buzzed above him, the floor began to have less tiling and more concrete and stone. The walls being less colorful and more grey in tone. As pipes show themselves crawling up the walls and ceilings.

It would feel like forever as he traveled downward, into the depths of the factory, beyond the Playcare. Down the shaft of the elevator that usually always stayed closed. The darkness swirled around him, shadows hard to tell apart from one another. Until a single light brightened suddenly in front of a metallic archway. The room beyond it seeming to be a form of maintenance area. A metallic rail allowed one to ascend up.

However the door appeared to be locked, with a hand print indicator suggesting that one needed a grab pack hand to continue forwards. Typically that is. There also appeared to be a pick axe embedded in the wall, with a odd, red eye symbol painted upon the wall.

He also picked up the pickaxe, a weapon was always good to have.

The sensor upon the wall is easy to open with the blue hand upon the Grabpack. The one hand that is consistency upon the tool. The other hands hung near the device's handle, depending on the ones the draconic man had managed to gather during his stay in the factory, he'd have quite a number or a couple.

The iron door slid up smoothly, revealing a short, slightly narrow hallway with three doors within it's form. One at the end of the hall and two on the left wall. Dark colored, nearly black, smudges lay upon the corners of the room and the bottom of the walls. A literal hole in the wall revealing a smear of blood and a mangled body of a mini smiling critter, the body twisted in odd angles with it's head disconnected and lopped off to the side amongst the grey rocks, as if something ate the throat.

The room to the left was a break room styled of room, a small one, but one none the less, with a table sitting at the corner of the room and a red informational tape about the flare hand. Off to the left side of the room in the corner sat a television on it's stand. In typical fashion, a vcr the same color of the tape sat on the rack bellow.

The second room to the left seemed to be a closet of sorts, holding various cleaning supplies and tools within it.

The room forwards would reveal a larger room with a large set of yellow doors, these doors baring heavy ropes entwined around the locks upon the door. The door appears to have dents within it, though dents that seemed to go outward, rather than inward. The door, like many of the doors in this factory, being made out of iron and seemingly having been secured.

It was clear that someone didn't want these doors to open.

Once it is, Edward would be met with a large, cavernous tunnel with more pipes rising upward to the ceiling and snaking along the metal grate covered ceiling. More scratch marks were evident upon the walls, smears of red marking otherwise grey stone. There was a odd scent within the hall, like that of metal, of copper to be exact.

The other side of the door would be smeared with dark stains, as if something was slammed against it and either was already bleeding, or the impact was so great that the blunt force bloodied them.

The lower levels were a bit colder, only growing colder the further the man went down. The further he went down, the stronger the scent of copper was, then the sour scent of decay. Not musk or old fabric. But rather death itself. Like something had died and was left to rot. Further onwards sat more crates, with dead, tattered bodies of mini smiling critters laying sprawled across them. One unlucky Catnap mini had a smear of blood leading to it's crumpled form.

Red letters marked the walls, the lighting turning from a pale, whitish color, to a yellowed orange, red in some parts, making it hard to read. Though one particular, dreadful message was written as clear as day.

'Where the devil doesn't sleep'.

These words are scratched out, a final desperate message sent out in final moments judging by the way it trailed down. This hall leading to closed, slightly broken chain linked fence. The hallway holding an eerie silence that loomed over the darkened shadows around Edward.

Edward would find himself within another square room, a old, long since broken forklift sitting against the wall amongst crates and scattered pipes and wooden planks. Upon the fence that surrounds this room, sits a very dead mini critter Bubba Bubbaphant that's impaled upon the metal and leaned forwards to constantly be staring at those who enter.

A iron door stood before him. The scent of death being the strongest it's been beyond this door.

Yet as Edward flew, some of the dead stirred, showing that some are still barely cling to the little life they have left, reaching out towards the draconic being as if attempting to call for help, but unable to do more than reach before their arms go limp.

A toy scrapyard. A cruel and crude graveyard for the unfortunate left to die under the fallen. A horrid sight, especially knowing that these weren't just regular toys. They were all once living, or at least, most were.

The gate was indeed open, with the vault-like door remaining half way open. A heavy, iron door usually indicating a heavily containment area. This door having two tower-like structures on either side of it's massive, reinforced concrete archway. However as soon as he gets close to the wide open square area, the massive lights would both suddenly turn on, the combination of both lights shining within the dark causing a blinding brightness as the door slowly began to close fully.

But it'd be fine! He'd take a quick peak and be back before Proto even noticed the two had vanished... and He'd be as quiet as possible, his wings would help with that.

And so, Edward descended, deep down into the Depths, clutching the sleeping hatchling close in a sling he'd made for him.

- @headofplaytimesecurity

As Edward commenced his descent down into the depths, he would find himself heading deeper and deeper into the darkness. The lights dimly buzzed above him, the floor began to have less tiling and more concrete and stone. The walls being less colorful and more grey in tone. As pipes show themselves crawling up the walls and ceilings.

It would feel like forever as he traveled downward, into the depths of the factory, beyond the Playcare. Down the shaft of the elevator that usually always stayed closed. The darkness swirled around him, shadows hard to tell apart from one another. Until a single light brightened suddenly in front of a metallic archway. The room beyond it seeming to be a form of maintenance area. A metallic rail allowed one to ascend up.

However the door appeared to be locked, with a hand print indicator suggesting that one needed a grab pack hand to continue forwards. Typically that is. There also appeared to be a pick axe embedded in the wall, with a odd, red eye symbol painted upon the wall.

He also picked up the pickaxe, a weapon was always good to have.

The sensor upon the wall is easy to open with the blue hand upon the Grabpack. The one hand that is consistency upon the tool. The other hands hung near the device's handle, depending on the ones the draconic man had managed to gather during his stay in the factory, he'd have quite a number or a couple.

The iron door slid up smoothly, revealing a short, slightly narrow hallway with three doors within it's form. One at the end of the hall and two on the left wall. Dark colored, nearly black, smudges lay upon the corners of the room and the bottom of the walls. A literal hole in the wall revealing a smear of blood and a mangled body of a mini smiling critter, the body twisted in odd angles with it's head disconnected and lopped off to the side amongst the grey rocks, as if something ate the throat.

The room to the left was a break room styled of room, a small one, but one none the less, with a table sitting at the corner of the room and a red informational tape about the flare hand. Off to the left side of the room in the corner sat a television on it's stand. In typical fashion, a vcr the same color of the tape sat on the rack bellow.

The second room to the left seemed to be a closet of sorts, holding various cleaning supplies and tools within it.

The room forwards would reveal a larger room with a large set of yellow doors, these doors baring heavy ropes entwined around the locks upon the door. The door appears to have dents within it, though dents that seemed to go outward, rather than inward. The door, like many of the doors in this factory, being made out of iron and seemingly having been secured.

It was clear that someone didn't want these doors to open.

Once it is, Edward would be met with a large, cavernous tunnel with more pipes rising upward to the ceiling and snaking along the metal grate covered ceiling. More scratch marks were evident upon the walls, smears of red marking otherwise grey stone. There was a odd scent within the hall, like that of metal, of copper to be exact.

The other side of the door would be smeared with dark stains, as if something was slammed against it and either was already bleeding, or the impact was so great that the blunt force bloodied them.

The lower levels were a bit colder, only growing colder the further the man went down. The further he went down, the stronger the scent of copper was, then the sour scent of decay. Not musk or old fabric. But rather death itself. Like something had died and was left to rot. Further onwards sat more crates, with dead, tattered bodies of mini smiling critters laying sprawled across them. One unlucky Catnap mini had a smear of blood leading to it's crumpled form.

Red letters marked the walls, the lighting turning from a pale, whitish color, to a yellowed orange, red in some parts, making it hard to read. Though one particular, dreadful message was written as clear as day.

'Where the devil doesn't sleep'.

These words are scratched out, a final desperate message sent out in final moments judging by the way it trailed down. This hall leading to closed, slightly broken chain linked fence. The hallway holding an eerie silence that loomed over the darkened shadows around Edward.

Edward would find himself within another square room, a old, long since broken forklift sitting against the wall amongst crates and scattered pipes and wooden planks. Upon the fence that surrounds this room, sits a very dead mini critter Bubba Bubbaphant that's impaled upon the metal and leaned forwards to constantly be staring at those who enter.

A iron door stood before him. The scent of death being the strongest it's been beyond this door.

Yet as Edward flew, some of the dead stirred, showing that some are still barely cling to the little life they have left, reaching out towards the draconic being as if attempting to call for help, but unable to do more than reach before their arms go limp.

A toy scrapyard. A cruel and crude graveyard for the unfortunate left to die under the fallen. A horrid sight, especially knowing that these weren't just regular toys. They were all once living, or at least, most were.

But it'd be fine! He'd take a quick peak and be back before Proto even noticed the two had vanished... and He'd be as quiet as possible, his wings would help with that.

And so, Edward descended, deep down into the Depths, clutching the sleeping hatchling close in a sling he'd made for him.

- @headofplaytimesecurity

As Edward commenced his descent down into the depths, he would find himself heading deeper and deeper into the darkness. The lights dimly buzzed above him, the floor began to have less tiling and more concrete and stone. The walls being less colorful and more grey in tone. As pipes show themselves crawling up the walls and ceilings.

It would feel like forever as he traveled downward, into the depths of the factory, beyond the Playcare. Down the shaft of the elevator that usually always stayed closed. The darkness swirled around him, shadows hard to tell apart from one another. Until a single light brightened suddenly in front of a metallic archway. The room beyond it seeming to be a form of maintenance area. A metallic rail allowed one to ascend up.

However the door appeared to be locked, with a hand print indicator suggesting that one needed a grab pack hand to continue forwards. Typically that is. There also appeared to be a pick axe embedded in the wall, with a odd, red eye symbol painted upon the wall.

He also picked up the pickaxe, a weapon was always good to have.

The sensor upon the wall is easy to open with the blue hand upon the Grabpack. The one hand that is consistency upon the tool. The other hands hung near the device's handle, depending on the ones the draconic man had managed to gather during his stay in the factory, he'd have quite a number or a couple.

The iron door slid up smoothly, revealing a short, slightly narrow hallway with three doors within it's form. One at the end of the hall and two on the left wall. Dark colored, nearly black, smudges lay upon the corners of the room and the bottom of the walls. A literal hole in the wall revealing a smear of blood and a mangled body of a mini smiling critter, the body twisted in odd angles with it's head disconnected and lopped off to the side amongst the grey rocks, as if something ate the throat.

The room to the left was a break room styled of room, a small one, but one none the less, with a table sitting at the corner of the room and a red informational tape about the flare hand. Off to the left side of the room in the corner sat a television on it's stand. In typical fashion, a vcr the same color of the tape sat on the rack bellow.

The second room to the left seemed to be a closet of sorts, holding various cleaning supplies and tools within it.

The room forwards would reveal a larger room with a large set of yellow doors, these doors baring heavy ropes entwined around the locks upon the door. The door appears to have dents within it, though dents that seemed to go outward, rather than inward. The door, like many of the doors in this factory, being made out of iron and seemingly having been secured.

It was clear that someone didn't want these doors to open.

Once it is, Edward would be met with a large, cavernous tunnel with more pipes rising upward to the ceiling and snaking along the metal grate covered ceiling. More scratch marks were evident upon the walls, smears of red marking otherwise grey stone. There was a odd scent within the hall, like that of metal, of copper to be exact.

The other side of the door would be smeared with dark stains, as if something was slammed against it and either was already bleeding, or the impact was so great that the blunt force bloodied them.

The lower levels were a bit colder, only growing colder the further the man went down. The further he went down, the stronger the scent of copper was, then the sour scent of decay. Not musk or old fabric. But rather death itself. Like something had died and was left to rot. Further onwards sat more crates, with dead, tattered bodies of mini smiling critters laying sprawled across them. One unlucky Catnap mini had a smear of blood leading to it's crumpled form.

Red letters marked the walls, the lighting turning from a pale, whitish color, to a yellowed orange, red in some parts, making it hard to read. Though one particular, dreadful message was written as clear as day.

'Where the devil doesn't sleep'.

These words are scratched out, a final desperate message sent out in final moments judging by the way it trailed down. This hall leading to closed, slightly broken chain linked fence. The hallway holding an eerie silence that loomed over the darkened shadows around Edward.

Edward would find himself within another square room, a old, long since broken forklift sitting against the wall amongst crates and scattered pipes and wooden planks. Upon the fence that surrounds this room, sits a very dead mini critter Bubba Bubbaphant that's impaled upon the metal and leaned forwards to constantly be staring at those who enter.

A iron door stood before him. The scent of death being the strongest it's been beyond this door.

But it'd be fine! He'd take a quick peak and be back before Proto even noticed the two had vanished... and He'd be as quiet as possible, his wings would help with that.

And so, Edward descended, deep down into the Depths, clutching the sleeping hatchling close in a sling he'd made for him.

- @headofplaytimesecurity

As Edward commenced his descent down into the depths, he would find himself heading deeper and deeper into the darkness. The lights dimly buzzed above him, the floor began to have less tiling and more concrete and stone. The walls being less colorful and more grey in tone. As pipes show themselves crawling up the walls and ceilings.

It would feel like forever as he traveled downward, into the depths of the factory, beyond the Playcare. Down the shaft of the elevator that usually always stayed closed. The darkness swirled around him, shadows hard to tell apart from one another. Until a single light brightened suddenly in front of a metallic archway. The room beyond it seeming to be a form of maintenance area. A metallic rail allowed one to ascend up.

However the door appeared to be locked, with a hand print indicator suggesting that one needed a grab pack hand to continue forwards. Typically that is. There also appeared to be a pick axe embedded in the wall, with a odd, red eye symbol painted upon the wall.

He also picked up the pickaxe, a weapon was always good to have.

The sensor upon the wall is easy to open with the blue hand upon the Grabpack. The one hand that is consistency upon the tool. The other hands hung near the device's handle, depending on the ones the draconic man had managed to gather during his stay in the factory, he'd have quite a number or a couple.

The iron door slid up smoothly, revealing a short, slightly narrow hallway with three doors within it's form. One at the end of the hall and two on the left wall. Dark colored, nearly black, smudges lay upon the corners of the room and the bottom of the walls. A literal hole in the wall revealing a smear of blood and a mangled body of a mini smiling critter, the body twisted in odd angles with it's head disconnected and lopped off to the side amongst the grey rocks, as if something ate the throat.

The room to the left was a break room styled of room, a small one, but one none the less, with a table sitting at the corner of the room and a red informational tape about the flare hand. Off to the left side of the room in the corner sat a television on it's stand. In typical fashion, a vcr the same color of the tape sat on the rack bellow.

The second room to the left seemed to be a closet of sorts, holding various cleaning supplies and tools within it.

The room forwards would reveal a larger room with a large set of yellow doors, these doors baring heavy ropes entwined around the locks upon the door. The door appears to have dents within it, though dents that seemed to go outward, rather than inward. The door, like many of the doors in this factory, being made out of iron and seemingly having been secured.

It was clear that someone didn't want these doors to open.

Once it is, Edward would be met with a large, cavernous tunnel with more pipes rising upward to the ceiling and snaking along the metal grate covered ceiling. More scratch marks were evident upon the walls, smears of red marking otherwise grey stone. There was a odd scent within the hall, like that of metal, of copper to be exact.

The other side of the door would be smeared with dark stains, as if something was slammed against it and either was already bleeding, or the impact was so great that the blunt force bloodied them.

The lower levels were a bit colder, only growing colder the further the man went down. The further he went down, the stronger the scent of copper was, then the sour scent of decay. Not musk or old fabric. But rather death itself. Like something had died and was left to rot. Further onwards sat more crates, with dead, tattered bodies of mini smiling critters laying sprawled across them. One unlucky Catnap mini had a smear of blood leading to it's crumpled form.

Red letters marked the walls, the lighting turning from a pale, whitish color, to a yellowed orange, red in some parts, making it hard to read. Though one particular, dreadful message was written as clear as day.

'Where the devil doesn't sleep'.

These words are scratched out, a final desperate message sent out in final moments judging by the way it trailed down. This hall leading to closed, slightly broken chain linked fence. The hallway holding an eerie silence that loomed over the darkened shadows around Edward.

But it'd be fine! He'd take a quick peak and be back before Proto even noticed the two had vanished... and He'd be as quiet as possible, his wings would help with that.

And so, Edward descended, deep down into the Depths, clutching the sleeping hatchling close in a sling he'd made for him.

- @headofplaytimesecurity

As Edward commenced his descent down into the depths, he would find himself heading deeper and deeper into the darkness. The lights dimly buzzed above him, the floor began to have less tiling and more concrete and stone. The walls being less colorful and more grey in tone. As pipes show themselves crawling up the walls and ceilings.

It would feel like forever as he traveled downward, into the depths of the factory, beyond the Playcare. Down the shaft of the elevator that usually always stayed closed. The darkness swirled around him, shadows hard to tell apart from one another. Until a single light brightened suddenly in front of a metallic archway. The room beyond it seeming to be a form of maintenance area. A metallic rail allowed one to ascend up.

However the door appeared to be locked, with a hand print indicator suggesting that one needed a grab pack hand to continue forwards. Typically that is. There also appeared to be a pick axe embedded in the wall, with a odd, red eye symbol painted upon the wall.

He also picked up the pickaxe, a weapon was always good to have.

The sensor upon the wall is easy to open with the blue hand upon the Grabpack. The one hand that is consistency upon the tool. The other hands hung near the device's handle, depending on the ones the draconic man had managed to gather during his stay in the factory, he'd have quite a number or a couple.

The iron door slid up smoothly, revealing a short, slightly narrow hallway with three doors within it's form. One at the end of the hall and two on the left wall. Dark colored, nearly black, smudges lay upon the corners of the room and the bottom of the walls. A literal hole in the wall revealing a smear of blood and a mangled body of a mini smiling critter, the body twisted in odd angles with it's head disconnected and lopped off to the side amongst the grey rocks, as if something ate the throat.

The room to the left was a break room styled of room, a small one, but one none the less, with a table sitting at the corner of the room and a red informational tape about the flare hand. Off to the left side of the room in the corner sat a television on it's stand. In typical fashion, a vcr the same color of the tape sat on the rack bellow.

The second room to the left seemed to be a closet of sorts, holding various cleaning supplies and tools within it.

The room forwards would reveal a larger room with a large set of yellow doors, these doors baring heavy ropes entwined around the locks upon the door. The door appears to have dents within it, though dents that seemed to go outward, rather than inward. The door, like many of the doors in this factory, being made out of iron and seemingly having been secured.

It was clear that someone didn't want these doors to open.

But it'd be fine! He'd take a quick peak and be back before Proto even noticed the two had vanished... and He'd be as quiet as possible, his wings would help with that.

And so, Edward descended, deep down into the Depths, clutching the sleeping hatchling close in a sling he'd made for him.

- @headofplaytimesecurity

As Edward commenced his descent down into the depths, he would find himself heading deeper and deeper into the darkness. The lights dimly buzzed above him, the floor began to have less tiling and more concrete and stone. The walls being less colorful and more grey in tone. As pipes show themselves crawling up the walls and ceilings.

It would feel like forever as he traveled downward, into the depths of the factory, beyond the Playcare. Down the shaft of the elevator that usually always stayed closed. The darkness swirled around him, shadows hard to tell apart from one another. Until a single light brightened suddenly in front of a metallic archway. The room beyond it seeming to be a form of maintenance area. A metallic rail allowed one to ascend up.

However the door appeared to be locked, with a hand print indicator suggesting that one needed a grab pack hand to continue forwards. Typically that is. There also appeared to be a pick axe embedded in the wall, with a odd, red eye symbol painted upon the wall.

He also picked up the pickaxe, a weapon was always good to have.

"Proto there's a fucking problem and I do not know how to fix it." - @headofplaytimesecurity

The prototype widens his gaze as his head rears back from his surprise. He blinks, looking down at Edward the bundle he holds within his arms before he lowered his head and took a single step towards him. "...Is that...a child?"

He looked mildly panicked. The infant was nestled in his arms as if it were the most natural thing in the world, sleeping contentedly in the arms of his now father, though Edward looked insanely panicked.

The Prototype spoke in a tone of confusion and slight outrage. The thought of someone simply dropping off such a young child onto another without even making sure they would be capable of caring for the child causing a slight spike in irritation.

This irritation, however, was quickly overwhelmed by the confusion. His own mind being rather scattered due to his own thoughts as of late.

"...What kind of irresponsible -..."

He then sighs, pausing before he shook his head. He then focused on the child, cautiously lowering one of his primary hands, at first, towards the child before stopping himself as he recoils the hand back.

"...Poor child...- Wait..." He pauses, realizing that Edward said Hatchling.

"...Hatchling?...This child isn't human?"