#player lore

He loved watching the commercials, constantly begged his parents to buy the newest toys from the company (his favorute toy was Bron!) and he HIGHLY looked up to Elliot Ludwig and the things he did. He wantes to be just like him, bringing smiles to people like Preston!

Backstory

Preston Henry was born on October 16th 1970 in Michigan to parents who adored him. He was a reckless boy, constantly getting himself hurt and growing up- Preston used to be obsessed with Playtime Co's toys.

Though, he was bullied the older he got for his interest in the toys at school, which caused Preston to develop selective mutism from it where he couldn't speak at school much. He did go to therapy for it but it didn't get better fast. After the bullying, Preston decided to focus on his studies and excel amazingly in high school- where he eventually met his highschool sweetheart.

Preston was at the top of his class and extracurricular classes. His excellent grades and scores helped with Preston graduating early from school at 17 and managed to get to university where he managed to get himself a science degree.

His excellent science records was what caught the eye of Leith Pierre, who in 1990, hired the man to work at his company. Preston was excited as he always wanted to work at the Company (but didn't think he could with how he pursued science) and was ecstatic, and confused, about the job offer. And his confusion was quuiickly dissipated to horror when he was hired as a evaluist in Game Station and learned about what they did in the underground.

He was horrified, but being one of the youngest scientists and not being able to speak up for a majority of the time- he was persuaded into thinking this is for the greater good and Preston tried to focus on only the job and not sympathize with the children.

It did not work, as the guilt gradually worsened over the years and so did his selective mutism. And it came to a point when he was given a promotion on the 7th of august, 1995, by Leith Pierre who wanted Preston to spend his talents somewhere he could use it- The secondary labs.

Preston internally freaked out, and he skipped the next day without a single word to anybody. And when he came back on the 9th- the factory shut down. This would've been great and Preston could move on- But he knows too much, he saw too much, and the guilt over having done nothing and not being able to speak up about it gradually made his mental health worse.

He was distant and quiet to his loved ones, and this change of behavior eventually drew him and his wife to have a rocky marriage until their divorce in 1999.

Preston was ready to rot all alone to death in his own apartment until his parents dragged him back to their home in fear of losing their son. They didn't understand what was wrong and they assumed he was heavily upset by the loss of his job, so they looked for a job for Preston he might enjoy- and that's how he began to work at an Arcade.

Preston was hesitant about the job at first, but the boss eventually got to Preston's walls and he began to open up outwardly! He became chattier and he did pretty well at his job, and he started to love his Arcade shop.

Though of course, his inner demons never left him. He still felt empty and the guilt from his past, and he could never truly cope from it. He attemptes to simply act as if it NEVER happened. To the point he drastically changed his appareance to not resemble his past self. But it didn't help fully. He still anguished of the past, with no way for him to be able to atone for it.....

Until, he got that letter and tape. And while he hesitated at first, he saw the letter as his first- and only chance- to do good again by finding his ex co-workers.. And find out what even happened on August 8th, 1995.

Personality wise:

Preston is an easy-going and chill guy. He loves to crack jokes, tease, goof around and act a little childish for the fun of it. He’s also a bit of a quiet guy, preferring to speak up whenever he needs to or around people he likes. He cares a lot and has a protective instinct for people, going out of his way to help everybody in every way. He’s very friendly! Optimistic, opportunistic and a quick-thinker- He’s the ideal Angel that will save the factory! The Angel that will do anything to protect the toys and save the orphans. He has always been determined when it comes to achieving his goals or exploring deeper into the factory even if it seems impossible.

But, Preston has his own downsides to him. His guilt over his past actions constantly plagues his conscience and every action he takes. The bravery he shows is a forced act to hide how cowardly he is on the inside.. He often pushes people away whenever he thinks is for the best- whether it be for their safety, or to keep his darkest secret hidden. He. He’s a people pleaser, too. He does what he is told to do and often hesitates to go against the orders unless it strongly goes against his morals. Preston would risk bone and meat to do whatever people needed him to do, without hesitation or questioning it further.

He has a deep hatred for himself and who he once was, which affects how he views the value of his life for others’ sake. A trait he has kept from his scientist days are his intrusive thoughts. The kind of violent thoughts that Preston often tries to ignore for the sake of his morals, but they never leave them.

personality wise i lowk purely went off of how they look in the chapter thumbnails with their smug ass fucking smirk. i knew i wanted them to be lowkey a dick but like not in a genuine way doyouunderstand,, also i thought it would be funny if they worked on cartoon logic so they can just do some bullshit and everyone else is like. yo wth is wrong with this guy. they were always kinda snarky n shit but before chapter 3 they were definetly different. nowadays they have trouble fully expressing themselves and feeling even good emotions at times. since hatred is the only negative emotion they really still truely feel and express its actually still pretty strong, and drowns out stuff like empathy. they do NOT like this. sometimes theyll accidently lash out at people bacause of that stuff

extra images that remind me of my player,,

Intro:

Uxini Flower is an ordinary girl. Yes, she’s an allay, but her colony moved to a human village when she was 2, so she is basically a human at this point. 

Though Uxi loved her home, she always felt empty. She yearned to be more than a forgettable village girl, to be someone worth remembering, to be noticed.

But her family was too protective, they never let her leave the village on her own, so... Uxini discovered another method to cure her boredom.

Stories

Somehow humans found a way to turn their ordinary world into something magnificent. With the stories they told, they had the ability to create new worlds, to breathe life into characters, to sculpt an entire universe brimming with love and personality simply from a stroke of the pen and the endless imagination of their mind.

It was... mesmerising.

There was one story though, that captivated her heart the most. A game of death and life, rich with the joys of a fresh start, the laughter of a budding friendship and the bitter taste of betrayal.

She loved those games so much that it inspired her to create stories of her own. From then on, Uxini began sneaking away from her village, leaving to attend festivals, explore new places and exchange stories with other storytellers like her. 

But still, she wasn't happy. She thought the chance of creating stories would fill the hole in her heart, but all it did was make her ache. When faced with the brilliance of everyone else's light, how does a flickering candle like her compare? 

Then a realisation struck her.

Maybe she didn't want to create a story.

Maybe she wanted to be a part of it instead.

And when she found a flimsy flyer with the promise of the chance to join in the very games she adores, Uxini took her chance.

But the auditions weren't what they seemed as instead, the watchers bound her to the stage, trapping her there for days on end until they decided on if she should join.

What Uxini didn't know however, was that she was always going to be accepted. Afterall, they've been watching her this entire time. For so long they've been dying to see more of the fragile soul underneath the mask.

Temperamental, unstable, obsessive, insecure, delusional, insensitive, stubborn, needy.

Those with souls as naive as hers can harbor the sweetest of heartbreaks, a love so strong that when it breaks, her pathetic self breaks along with it.

The watchers always wanted her to join, but there was… something stopping them from taking her, from whisking her away from her measly life into this server woven with despair.

Uxini had loved ones.

Friends, family, attachments. DEADWEIGHT

Pathetic squawking creatures, clinging against her legs, chains pulling her to the ground, silencing her every sound, holding her back. They attach themselves to her, insisting her to put on these masks, giving her endless excuses to hide herself, to conceal the raging beast underneath, to obscure her flaws and bloody scars. They made Uxini cling onto these empty, naive fantasies of hope, love, happiness, making her want to…. become someone ‘better’.

The watchers couldn't stand it, so they came up with a solution.

Isolate her. Lure her away. Give her an invitation she could not possibly refuse. Make her vulnerable.

They can steal her from the worthless cage that locked her away for so long. It doesn't matter if they have to wrap her in strings, she already knows what it's like to be bound by chains, at least they never made her pretend that it was a good thing to be held back.

And when her spirit finally breaks, when her will finally subsides, when the pathetic bloom finally wilts away, are they able to let her join.

When the melt came, something... strange appeared through the trees. A portal of some kind. One I'd heard tales of, that led to a place so hot your skin would burn up. The black obsidian blocks shone in the weak sunlight, and the purple light of the portal made all kinds of strange noises. The cleric told us to stay away. Warned of awful, unimaginable horror if we went through there. The zombified walking pigs that came through scared us, even though they made no attempt to attack us as they wandered aimlessly around the portal, their gold swords held high, ready to attack.

No one knew why it was there. Everyone had their theories, of course. Who knew if any were correct? All I knew was that it gave off weird energy, and that I couldn't stop thinking about it. It had to be there for some reason, right? Portals don't just turn up without reason. Clearly something was on the other side of that portal. Whether it was hell or something else, we didn't know. Nor did anyone want to find out.

As the melt subsided, and the water began to loosen the ground for ploughing, I started dreaming about it. I saw strange lands on the other side of it, lands with all kinds of buildings that I'd never seen other villagers build. Things so high I could not see the top of them. Strange faces, too, ones that did not look like villager faces. Strangers. And strange things.

When I had no farm work to do, I would spend my time staring at the portal, mesmerised by the purple swirls of light. There was another world through there. Maybe not hell. But somewhere else. I could smell salty air, and hear waves crashing on the shore. I could hear phantoms shrieking, and a hot wind drifting out to greet me. Maybe it was hell. Yeah. Maybe it was hell.

It didn't stop me going through though, one night, when curiosity got the better of me. I just had a feeling that portal wasn't going to be there forever, and if I didn't go now, I'd miss my chance.

It's not that village life was boring to me. I loved it there. I adored the little rituals we had around the harvest, and how we all knew each other like family. The way we would all move into the biggest hall during the snow, where we could share blankets, and food, and keep the fire going at night.

Ferre, the blacksmith, would tell stories over the fire at night, along with Dana the shepherd. Ghost stories, and mythic stories, and stories we all would add a line to. All to pass the time as the night closed in and the snow fell hard.

I think that's what awakened my sense of adventure. When your whole world is a village on a mountainside, and you hear stories of oceans and plains and forests and mansions and mineshafts buried deep underground, I wanted to see them all. I wanted to know what a mineshaft looked like. I wanted to know how big the mansion would be. How big was the ocean really? Dana would say it would go on as far as you could see, as if the whole world was made of water, and it would go so deep you would drown without any water-breathing potions. So deep, and so dark, things could hide there under the water, waiting for you to come into just the wrong place.

It scared me, a little, but how would I know these were real until I went to find them for myself? To stand on the shore, with wet sand between my toes, and see the vast ocean for myself.

That's why I went through. Left a note for everyone, with all my farming journals for someone else to pick up, so they could continue having good harvests, and went into the portal.

Perhaps a more experienced adventurer would have taken things. But I'd never left the village, and all I took was some torches, what food I thought I could spare, and some water.

I expected to see hell. I expected to see deep red caverns, and waterfalls of lava, and beastly creatures who would come after me and kill me for trespassing into their realm. I expected to die in the deep, intense heat I was just not bullt for, having lived all my life in the snow. Instead I found... well. Another land. Another village.

A taiga village, as it happened, though not a snowy one. The air felt warm, warmer than I was used to, and the air was a little salty with the scent of pine trees. And as I looked around, I saw something blue and I stood on the edge of a hill staring out at a land covered with water. That must be... ocean, right?

It stretched out to the horizon, just like Dana said it would. There was land around me, stretching past me, as if we were on the edge of the world, and all that lay before us was water. All the stories I'd heard about monsters and shipwrecks and the deep, dark dangers of the water filled my mind, and I just stared at it, unsure what to do now.

The next few days are a bit of a blur, to be honest. The other villagers viewed me with suspicion, so I scavenged some food and made a camp nearby after stealing a bed, burying myself into the ground to protect me from monsters. And that was fine. I passed the time by setting up a small wheat farm, and being so utterly amazed at how big the yields were now that I wasn't trying to grow wheat in the cold, hard ground. I had so much food! I took some to the village as I had more than I needed for myself, and this did seem to cool relations between us.

Perhaps it would have stayed that way if things had been different. But I came to bring bread one day and found the village half-destroyed. Buildings with holes in them, the villagers either locked into their houses or otherwise gone. Big holes in the ground. Trees felled. Land cleared. And then I saw them. Those strange faces I'd dreamed about. Faces that didn't look like villagers.

I didn't stay to be caught, and retreated into my little home. I had a feeling I knew who they were now. We talked about them as gods, as death meant nothing to them. They had powers to change and shape the land that we could only ever dream of. They wore strange clothes, and armour, and talked in strange languages. And if the gods desired your service, then you would give it, because if you died, you didn't come back.

Our village was so safe in the mountains. Gods were distant threats. Threats we weren't even sure still existed. We talked of them as old beings, ones who maybe created the mineshafts and the mansions and the pyramid temples. That had to be them, right? Villagers couldn't do that. And now I was here, summoned to a world with the gods. This was their world, and I was just a villager hiding in a cave.

One face I saw was seared into my brain. They had scars all over their face, and the smile a wolf wears before it kills sheep. They felt... hungry. I don't even know why I thought that, but that's what I thought. They were a hungry god. I did not want to be the food of a hungry god.