Blake and Molly left the school, immediately Molly grabbed the near by bench and pushed it in front of the doors.

Valeria approached them,"Well?", Molly held up a med kit,"We found some medical supplies, but. . . There was someone in there, it wasn't human. . . She sounded human but it wasn't, some doll.", Valeria paled, now noticing Blake had rolled his sleeves down and he showed the bandages, blood soaking through slowly,"She had some make shift mace that was made from a ruler, sharp pencils and. . . Slammed it down on my wrists, if we didn't She would have hurt the children. . .", Valeria nods.

"What's happening?"
Molly looked at the kids,"We're not too sure yet dears, but we're making sure this place is safe and wait for the others to come back for an exit.", they nod, Finch looks at her dad and immediately notes his sleeves were not rolled up like he usually does.

"If that employee was right, and from that Doll, there are things in here that are dangerous."
Valeria nods,"You're wrists. . .", "I'll be fine, I'll hide it.", it hurt like hell, but Blake pushed it down: They needed to check and block the buildings if there anything like that doll around.

=

Mr Murtaugh, Jay, Miguel and Theodore found themselves in a large room, a large machine with three glass cylinders at the top, one filled with red smoke.
"What is this. . ."
"I have no idea, for a factory that made toys they sure have some shady machines that currently don't look to be making the toys.", Mr Peterson nods,"And this isn't from that Orphanage. . .", Mr Murtaugh approached Jay and Miguel,"So they had this programme, for the Orphans to live here and encouraged workers to adopt to?", Jay nods,"Yeah, Jimmy didn't talk about it much, but. . . I thought maybe they were in a different building, not underground.", Mr Peterson nods,"Yeah. . . Yeah, this is odd.", Miguel waved and snapped his fingers, pointing to a hallway,"Let's check for an exit here.", they nod, following Miguel.

~

Entering another large room, though this one was. . . Different.
Larger, more spacious but at the entrance was this metal. . . Hatch?
Something that nearly took up the whole room, in the corner tucked away was a couch, sofa and a TV, static but working.
"Maybe this is where supplie trucks come in?"
"I don't think so. . ."
There wasn't a shutter in site.
"Stop."
Mr Murtaugh grabbed Miguel's shoulder, pointing as they just noticed the motion from behind the hatch.
Then a hand, started to drag itself into sight; A Pink version of Huggy, but much like the Pugapiller: Injured.
It looked at them, Mr Murtaugh gripped the bat, Mr Peterson held the fire axe close,"What the hell happened to it. . . Or this place. . .", then it locked eyes on Jay, before it made this. . . Sad noise? Looking towards a different corner of the room.
Following their gaze, Jay slowly walked towards what they were looking at.
It was a number of pictures he didn't notice on the wall, of children, employees and Elliot, Leith; The founders.
He took one off, seeing his brother; Head of Marketing.
Jay turned to it, holding the picture up,"You. . . Knew him?", they nod, Mr Peterson gulped, lowering the axe a little but his guard was not let down.
"What happened here. . . Where are the employees or. . ."
The kids. . . He didn't want to ask, he didn't want to imagine the children were hurt.
To that, they looked towards the hatch.
. . .
"FREEZE!"
Jay dropped the photo, Mr Peterson raised the axe and the others raised theirs.
Two individuals, holding guns with lights, wearing suits, gas mask and goggles.
"WHO ARE YOU, WHAT ARE YOU DOING IN HERE?!"
Mr Murtaugh spoke,"We were scheduled a tour here with students for education purposes, we can't even leave now that we're locked in; Now who the hell are you?!", the two looked at one another,"Opened for tours. . .?", one groaned, growling even,"When I get my hands on him.", they turned to them again,"Look: We don't want any harm, but state your names and we need to gave an immediate discussion, especially if there are children here.", the one in the red suit, aimed his light on Jay as he stood by a now shattered picture, he held his hand up to shield his eyes.
"Wait. . ."
The one in the yell suit turned to him,". . . Jay? Jay Roth??", he nods,"Yeah. . . Who are you?", immediately the light was lowered, the one in yellow took their goggles and mask off, Jay blinking dots out of his eyes.
"It's me. . . Uh. . . Stella; We only met once but. . . Jimmy spoke highly of you."
Stella. . .
Stella looked older, lack of sleep, her hair a mess, her face covered in dirt and soot.