Now, me being the history nerd I am, I already know what 'No Man's Land' means. And hopefully, people reading this do know as well. But for those that don't, No Man's Land refers to the barren, dangerous area of land between opposing armies' trenches, characterized by barbed wire, shell craters, and the constant threat of enemy fire. Soldiers in WW1 who ventured into No Man's Land were extremely vulnerable to enemy fire, making it a hazardous place. So putting this term to our current situation, could that mean we're entering an area unoccupied by the Doctor? When I came back to my thoughts, my little Catnap plush, now stitched and put back together, hopped into my fanny pack as Charlotte's Dogday plush hopped into hers. "Alright, girls! Now that we're all restocked on food and cleaned, are we ready to go?" PJ asked.

Our friends had gone back up the burrow hole and were back in the Game Station security room, by the way. "We're ready to go. So we just head into the infirmary?" I asked.

"Yep. Ain't that what Doey told ya to do?" Bunzo added.

Charlotte hummed an agreement as we walked into the infirmary, seeing little Critter plushies talking and muttering about what would kill them first; the Doctor or hunger. The poor things... I knelt and broke a Twinkie apart, giving the two plushies a half. "Oh wow! Food! Thank you, miss!" the first plush cried.

"My stomach thanks you!!" the second one wailed.

I grinned and nodded, catching up to my sister, who found a VHS tape. She inserted it into the player as the TV flickered to life. I think, if I look clearly, the picture is a... cement mixer?? Whatever. The conversation was between Warrenbach and Eddie Rittermann, and Warrenbach didn't like what he was building. The prison. "What in the world would a toy company need with a prison? When my people were building Playcare, all Mr. Ludwig could talk about was how much good it could do. And all you needed was a look at the man to know he believed every word of it... I need to hear that this is still the same company. If we're going to make this thing for you, then I need that assurance. It's a game. Something for the kids. Anything! Mr. Rittermann?"

Babes, I can tell you one thing; if Warrenbach was still alive, I'd slap him silly and say, "No, bitch. Killer toys are running rampant and a giant spider-like thingy-mabob crawling here and there." But alas, I kept my mouth shut and thoughts to myself. "Let me give you a bit of history, friend. In 1972, you signed a contract. A legally binding piece of paper that says whatever is asked of you, you do it. We asked. You did. In 1990, you signed another. A renewal. In it, had you bothered at all to read it, you'd had found a small clause. 'Any and all directives will be accomplished in the appropriate time, and with appropriate compensation should the project be completed to satisfaction.' Your name rests at the bottom of that document, and I remember because it was the ugliest bit of cursive I've ever seen. So now you do the work, because we've given you a directive," Eddie explained.

Boo, my APUSH teacher did a better job at teaching history. I give this a 4/10. Anyways, when the tape was finished, I turned to Charlotte. "So, let's see. We have a guy that doesn't read all the instructions, and a man who seems a bit... picky. With handwriting, that is. Everyone's got their own kind of handwriting, so why hate??" she complained.

"People are like that, angels. Now, let's see... Where to next?" Dogday asked, speaking into the mic.

That's when I saw a hole in the wall. Those must be the sewers that Doey had mentioned before. Charlotte and I walked through the large pipes, ending up in another room. I looked up, seeing the Red Smoke pipes, which I remember Poppy saying to follow them. Charlotte and I stayed on the right side, not daring to jump across. There was still water in the damn system! Just then, Charlotte grabbed my arm, causing me to stop. "I think you might be wrong, Poppy. What you want..."

"It's the best for everyone, Doey. That no trace of this place is left. We agreed to that."

"I know... But us, everyone in there, we're not just things gone wrong. We're people... Can't you see that?"

"I can... And I'm sorry..."

"They look up to me, Poppy. And I've looked after them the best I could. You disappeared. You left us... We looked and we looked. And there was just nothing. No sign of you... Can you even tell me why?"

"... I had to leave. I had no choice."

"That's not good enough. We've starved down here. We've been hunted. And now you're asking us to burn everything? ALL of us? We've made our life protecting these toys, and they've... saved us, in more ways than one. We–"

"Poppy, she needs you. Done what I could."

The Medic... You know, that little robot? "I... I wish there were another way, Doey. But I just don't see it... We'll talk about this later."

Charlotte and I turned to each other when the voices went back. "Are we sure this is a good idea?" my sister asked as we continued walking through the sewer system.

I exhaled, looking at my feet. "I don't think so... If we end up blowing the entire building, then... are our friends gonna be ready for a swift evacuation? ... Or are we going to end up in the explosion?" I responded as we entered a room with a lift.

As we stepped onto it and were lifted to a different part of the building, I could hear our friends yapping. "I'm against the whole 'blowing up the company' thing. Virginia made a solid point with the fact that we'd need to be ready for a fast evacuation. But... they'll need to tell us when they're starting to plant the explosives if we go through with the idea," Catnap mentioned.

"True," one of the Huggies mumbled.

Charlotte and I kept an ear open to them if they asked questions while exploring the area we were in now. There was a cardboard cutout of Doey the Doughman and a report for Subject 1322C. "What the hell does that C mean– ... Wait a minute..." Charlotte mumbled.

"Look down here. Stella says: 'He IS a good candidate for 1322C, should his personality mesh with the other two.' And then it says, 'The future we're fighting for would be a waste if we sacrifice too many like him.' ... Stella... I thought I trusted you..." I grumbled, reading the report.

She was OKAY with sacrificing kids??? And after pressing the button on the cardboard cutout, I found a VHS tape, played it, and listened. I bet the others were listening, too. It talked about 1322, and the extraction of 1322B from Home Sweet Home. "Wait, sis! Remember this guy saying something about Kevin?? ... I think that's him..." Charlotte said, grabbing my arms and shaking me.

The realization hit harder than it should have. I didn't even bother to watch the rest of it. I stormed out after kicking the TV down, stomping on the screen. Charlotte followed behind me, breathing unevenly and with a worried smile on her face. "Sis, come on. It shouldn't be that ba–"

"They were alright with killing kids."

I was deadass pissed. To know that someone like Stella was once so sweet and loving to kids was now working on the other side and being alright with sacrificing children hurt my heart. Just then, as we exited that room, the phone began to ring. Charlotte grinned like the Cheshire Cat and picked it up. "Thank you for choosing McDonald's. Would you li–"

"(static) Hey, hey, can you hear me? ... (Static) There's some– (Static) When you get the Omni-Hand– (static) Hopefully it's nothing (Static) Might not be– (Static)"

"Well, that didn't go as planned. I was gonna ask if Ollie wanted to try a Big Mac with extra meat & cheese," Charlotte deadpanned.

I heard the group audibly laugh as one of the Huggies, presumably the red one, asked for the Big Mac. "Yeah, sure. If we all ever escape this hellhole, we'll take you to McDonald's and get some food," I said.

And after that, we continued.