Once a simple mannequin for testing gear, now a destroyed amalgamation wandering the halls of the Playtime factory, the Hollow built itself to survive no matter what.

Daniel Koff was as usual as a playtime employee gets, but damn good at his job. He used to make gear for employees, especially focusing on grabpacks. He never understood why the company needed so many, but he knew better than to ask questions on his well-paid job, even if his 6th sense screamed him to leave this place for good. He never hurt a kid in his entire life, and even became friends to some children he met when performing maintentace in playcare, when some of them snuck out of home sweet home at night. Not long before the hour of joy that kid disappeared. Daniel doesn't know what happened to them.

Then there was the hour of joy. He hid when he saw the first corpse. For quite some time he just stayed in that corner, contemplating his life choices, before finally getting up and moving.

After 2 more hours of wandering he ran directly into the prototype. What an unpleasant surprise.

The prototype, however, already somewhat sated his bloodlust, and decided that this one shall become a good experiment.

That's how Daniel ended up in this body. How funny, he became the dummy he used to test gear on. And a very specific one at that - other employees liked to mess with the mannequins, and this one had "eyes" glued onto it. One fell off not long before he last seen it.

He then was dismembered and thrown into a pit, as a someone who was of no use to the Prototype.

But what the Prototype didn't know, is that he overdid it with the gel. Just a little too much, just enough for it to mutate. And mutate it did. This mutation was quite unique: it allowed this newborn creature, if given enough time, to make any object a part of itself. And so it did, with a grabpack that was so luckily found at the pit's bottom. Now infused with this tool, it put itself back together and climbed out of the pit, pain and gel coursing through it's new veins like blood.

It knew that staying motionless was a death sentence, so it moved. It collected grabpacks and deconstructed them, attaching only the parts it needs. It forgot it's own name and past, trying to survive in this terrible future. It avoided fights and interactions, knowing what the punishment shall be if the Prototype finds out. It was focused on survival. Too focused. It began to forget what it was before this terrible life. When finally settled in some sort of a shelter, with a capable body and a few new scars, it stopped to calm down and try to remember anything, but only so little remained.

Yet, not everything could be avoided, and eventually some toys did see it, partly or fully.

Rumors began spreading, growing new details onto themselves with each retell and whisper. Toys labeled it the Hollow, thought of it as a terrible monster that even the prototype itself feared. Hollow, of course, did not share this delusion, but gladly took this new name - it needed to call itself something, after all.

With past forgotten and future unclear, it moved onward, to keep fighting for a chance of peaceful existence in this hell of a factory.

Ship: Lily Lovebraids "The Misunderstood". Two beings, lost and rejected in their own ways, find each other and become the pillars for each other's psyche.

More info shall be added later