Exiting Musical Memory through the vent system, I felt upset that we had to leave Bunzo to deal with Mommy. I let go of the GrabPack triggers and entered the ventilation ducts, crawling on all fours to not hit my head. I'm surprised to see that Charlotte didn't speak ill of his demise at all. Did we know he'd die? Yeah, but that's in the game. This adventure's already proven that these toys have a heart, but the game portrays them as heartless and savage. That's when we heard something; Mommy seemed to be yelling. "You fuckin' with those sisters??? Do ya know how KIND they are??"

"That doesn't matter, child!"

"Don't call me your FUCKING CHILD when I can handle MYSELF!!!"

"Then tell me why you didn't do your job correctly!"

"It wasn't my fault! They got the best of me and I wanted to help them!"

"You-"

"Listen the fuck up!! Keep your elastic-plastic-Betty-Spaghetti-wannabe-ass hands off of them!"

The sound of something breaking was heard. Glass. "If this is how you want to play, so be it!!"

Mommy's limbs were heard elongating. I could only imagine Bunzo was trying to fend for himself. I heard him scream and yell for her to let go of him. That he wanted her to not harm us. He'd find a way to murder her if she tried to harm either me or my sister. Talk about protectiveness. "See, sissy? He'll be fine," Charlotte said, trying to hide her unease.

"But don't we find him trapped in a web when we get out?" I asked.

She stayed silent at my point. As we crawled to the end of the ventilation system, we dropped into a warehouse-looking area. A sign that hung from the ceiling said it led to Playcare. And by something I saw, I could tell that we were in for a wild ride even though it wasn't ready. "Charlotte... Come look at this..."

I stood before a part of the floor that showed scratch marks. "I know who must've been in here..." Charlotte said.

"Me too..."

The beady eyes in the darkness. The stature. The... We both looked at each other, daring not to say his name. We'd meet him eventually. And boy, would I be scared to death if he came out of fucking nowhere. As we wandered around the place, I saw another cardboard cutout; this time, it was of Bron. If I were to draw him, he'd be a vegan. I have my own rules, thank you very much. And I feel that he'd be the master of dad jokes. "Sissy!! Look!!"

She was standing by three circular toys; Kick-Me Paul. There were also a bunch of toys scattered around on the floor and the shelves. The boxes were empty. But in front of us stood a big version of Bron. Not the eyeless one. But he was covered in dried blood. "Crap... What do we do here again?" I asked.

"I think we're supposed to bring him somewhere. Or is that a different one?" Charlotte muttered in response.

That's when we walked upstairs and saw a different Bron. This one didn't have much color and had no eyes. I walked over and pulled a lever, hearing the mechanisms whir to life. The green pad began to glow on the wall. "This is the one we have to move. The claw is somewhere in the room, and we have about 10 seconds to get it here," I instructed.

Charlotte ran to find the claw (to make a mental note) while I stayed at the counter and read a few of the Post-It notes.

"Incinerate Kick-Me Paul"

"Lunch with Avery Fri"

"Call retail stores to return S.P.A. shipments"

I forgot to mention that incineration would play a part in Project Playtime; a spinoff game that takes place during the Playtime Co. closure. I turned and saw papers taped to the wall. They were blank papers that were to be filled out regarding rejected toys. "Sissy!! I found the claw! It's on the right side of the room! It's your left of the room!" Charlotte called.

I heard her footsteps get louder and quicker as she ran to the power outlet, grabbing some electricity with her green hand. Then she ran back to the claw, giving it power as she pulled the claw closer to the Bron statue. When she ran out of energy, Charlotte came back and reloaded her green hand. The cycle repeated until the claw was above the Bron statue. I then loaded my green hand and pressed the button, watching as the claw picked the Bron figure up. Charlotte then dragged the claw away from the passageway. "And done! Now we can get out of here," I said.

"Uh-huh. Can we eat? I'm hungry," Charlotte grumbled, holding her tummy.

Both of us stayed silent as it growled. Another silence passed through before we laughed it off. Charlotte opened her fanny pack and took out the container of carbonara, which THANK YOU, LITTLE RASCAL, had a plastic fork. She opened the container and took three bites before closing it and putting it back. "Feeling better?" I asked.

"Much better. I'm glad Bunzo gave us food for our journey," Charlotte responded.

We stepped onto the platform and I pressed the button. Charlotte and I jolted when we felt the floor move upward below us. But now we could make our way out of the rejected toys area. And after one more puzzle, we were out of Musical Memory. Thank you, Lord. Charlotte collapsed onto the floor from exhaustion as I trudged to the counter behind the Statues sign, pulling the lever for Stella's second monologue as the music cued. "You did fantastic! Who permitted you to be this smart? Mommy is super proud of you, but I'm sure she's already told you that herself. Our next game is Wack-a-Wuggy. Head downstairs and have fun."

Charlotte and I regrouped and gave each other reassuring looks before walking down those eerie stairs. On the walls were paintings of the smaller Huggy Wuggy toys, which already, for those that don't know, give you a clear detail of where these little guys are coming from. Not a big table like those whack-a-mole games. Nuh-uh. The last time I checked, they were coming out of the walls. The TV turned on and showed a tutorial for Wack-A-Wuggy with our favorite eerie music in the background. "Here we go again..." Charlotte grumbled.

"Can't wait to write this shit down later..." I murmured.

"Welcome to Wack-a-Wuggy. This advanced test is designed to assess the extent of your reactionary abilities. A dual palm grab will be provided to you for this test. Around you are 18 sizable holes. An adorable Huggy Wuggy toy could appear out of any one of these holes. If one comes out, hit it with your GrabPack. That's all. Good luck."

The lights slowly began to dim as Charlotte and I looked at a window above us to see Mommy. Again. "The toys in this game used to have strings attached to them so they could be pulled back when they got too close to the children. Hmm. Have fun, little girls," she said.

"So what? Did they become Pinocchio or something??" I exclaimed.

She didn't listen as the lights went out, leaving only some vertical lights on. And here the game begins. Charlotte whipped out her trusty flashlight and I donned my gosh-darn GrabPack. "Alright, sis. I'll tell you where they are. You hit them," she said.

"Fine by me. Let's rock this sucker."

I could hear a little noise coming from my right. Charlotte pointed the flashlight to my right and spotted a mini Huggy. I attacked it with my GrabPack, sending it back into the hole. "And how many times do we have to do this?" I asked.

"Not sure. Until we're done!"

"And how long until we're done??"

"I DUNNO!!!"

One came out of the hole behind my head. I turned to hit it, watching as it crawled back through the hole. Great. We had a lot more to go. As we kept batting at them with our hands, I heard a particularly loud growl. One was almost about to lunge at me. Now, I hadn't noticed until I heard the growling and other noises. I slapped him with my GrabPack hand as he retreated into the hole. Soon, after like 6 minutes, the game ended. Charlotte and I were left panting, sweat drenching our bodies. I knew it wasn't a good idea to wear a turtleneck. "You did it."

Mommy had been watching us like before. At first, she sounded... unenthusiastic. But then her demeanor changed. "Hooray! Mommy is so proud of you! Here. Mommy has another hint for you."

Her hand slipped under the door we had entered, and it was holding another piece of the train code. I took it and put it in my pocket. Now we just had to get the last one from the Statues game. "Only one game left to play. How sad... Mommy was hoping you two could stay here forever. Well, it's never too late to change your mind."

With that, she slipped away slowly, her green eyes never leaving ours until she was out of sight. "Hey, girls!"

Charlotte and I looked around. A head poked out of one of the holes to show one of the Huggies. Three others came out, with equally big grins on their faces. "You two are super good at this game!" one said.

"Yeah!" the other added.

"I still wonder why Mommy has you two going through this," the fourth one stated.

I was the first to respond, telling them that even we didn't know. Was it because she assumed we worked here? Most likely. "Thanks. You guys almost tried to kill us, but what can we do about it?" Charlotte replied with a giggle.

The four Huggies also laughed as they came out of their holes, walking to us. They were about Charlotte's height; much bigger than their in-game counterparts. "Care to make sandcastles with us? The kids would draw in the sand before the game started," one of the Huggies said.

I shrugged and got on my knees as the yellow Huggy brought some buckets and shovels. And so we started making sand castles, enjoying the playful atmosphere that surrounded us. "By the way," the green Huggy said, "how did Musical Memory go?"

Charlotte and I shared a knowing look and judging by the bandages on our faces from that experience, the Huggies could tell it was decently rough. "Did he get you good?" one of them asked.

"It was only one time. But he cleaned us up and gave us these cool fanny packs. That way we can hold some snacks, a bottle of Electrolyte, and anything else small," I replied, taking a sip of my beverage.

We chatted for a little longer, and soon, Charlotte stood, telling them that we had to go. "Alright then. Well, be safe out there," the green Huggy said.

"Yuh-huh. And don't do anything stupid," the red one added.

Oh, you know we're not listening to that.