I've never run so fast in my life. ... Well, maybe I have. I mean, being chased by Huggy Wuggy, Mommy Long Legs, Miss Delight, Yarnaby, all the above, I've mentally told myself that, but when Doey's heartbroken scream rang through the sewers, I knew I needed to fucking RUN. Charlotte pulled me into a hole in the wall, and as we rushed to the scene, we noticed some toy corpses. When we came into the opening, Doey was standing in the rubble. "I'm sorry... I'm so, SO sorry. I failed you. I was never what any of you needed. I was only made to hurt things."

He was standing above the corpse of a Bobby Bearhug plush... Charlotte walked over to Doey, leaning against him lightly. "It's not your fault, dude. You didn't do anything to trigger the explosion," I said, already putting some loose fabric over my leg to soak up the blood.

"But... it hurts... Everything hurts. Hurt back. ALWAYS hurt back. Parents. Scientists. Everyone. Have to–"

Doey shivered, going from being slightly ticked off to crying. Crying about how he killed his friends, obviously referring to the Prototype. Charlotte hugged his arm again, whispering sweet things with the hopes of helping him feel better. But then he snapped again, shoving Charlotte away from him, dare I say ROUGHLY, and he pointed at us. "You two... It all started with you girls. You and her. It was you and your sister who ruined everything!!" Doey yelled, his neck stretching so he could look at us closely.

"WHAT???" Charlotte yelled in return.

"What the FUCK did we do??? All we did was survive a car crash, suffer countless injuries, help save people from a possibly inescapable death, survive the Doctor's shit, and NOW you're here telling us we're to blame?? We're just two sisters!!" I argued.

Before Doey could be like "oh, well, I don't buy it," he jiggled around again, his personality changing. He said what he said wasn't true and that we just jump-started the generator. But then he tweaked out again, punching a pillar. And debris fell on top of him as I pulled Charlotte back, holding her close in my arms. "Sis... What's going on??" she whimpered.

"Girl, he's tweaking out. It's very obvious," I replied, helping her up.

But we didn't have much time to collect our thoughts. His mouth was agape at an angle of about 100°, pushing his bowler hat and eyes to the back of his head. Three mouthless, childlike humanoids were emerging from his esophagus, crammed together. They had dark teal skin, red eyes, and arms ending in hands with four long-fingered digits, including thumbs. Four of these arms held open the tooth-rimmed cavernous maw from asymmetrical positions–one at the upper lip, two at the bottom lip, and one on the right-hand side–and two more arms reached outward. The upper-right and lower-middle humanoids' eyes were drawn in expressions of sorrow, while the upper-left humanoid's eyes showed aggression. Doey's tattoo, along with most of his stomach, was now obscured by a layer of grimy, gray dough. Six human-like arms emerged from his torso, while his back section lagged behind. Several smaller four-fingered forelimbs with shorter thumbs and longer digits emerged from the back section. He also had a red tail with two splits and three points; the two points were the same, with the middle being longer and larger than the other two. His tail had four little human arms, along with hands, and a bit of blood on the base of his body.

Charlotte and I screamed in absolute horror, and we could hear our friends in our ears also scream. "MOTHAFUCKA RUN!!!!" Bunzo screamed.

And we did. We booked it. The eerie groaning from Doey was SO CLOSE to us, that I feel he could've grabbed us at any moment with any of his hands. We got onto a lift, closing the door behind us. "WHAT THE FUCK IS HAPPENING???" I sobbed, hands running through my hair from stress.

"He's been blinded by Kevin's rage. Angels, you MUST make it to the end. Take time to–"

"AAAAAH!!!" Charlotte screamed.

Doey's fingers were gripping onto the lift, attempting to pull us down. I fired my GrabPack hands, as did my sister, trying to get him to let go. And when he did, we went back up. When the lift stopped, Charlotte clung to me as Igripped a zipline of some kind, flying across a large gap in the floor, RIGHT as Doey came sliding by. As he cried about not being able to save them, Charlotte and I ran through the cave system, making lefts and rights as paths were being blocked by boulders. Eventually, we had to army-crawl through a small space, and halfway through, Doey grabbed onto my ankle, pulling me back. "SIS!!!" Charlotte yelled.

Before I could shoot him with the flare, a boulder fell onto him. Once Charlotte was out of the space, she turned and helped me out, bringing me over to slide down a conveyor belt or something. Whatever. It was fun. Just then, we opened a pair of metal doors, ending up in some kind of construction room. And not even 10 seconds later, Doey dropped down. "New objective. Freeze and saw Doey to defeat him!" PJ exclaimed, grabbing the mic.

"Okay, but like– HOW???" I exclaimed.

We made a quick right, entering a tunnel, and don't think I didn't see him go underground. ... Fuck... Coming out of the tunnel, I saw something on Doey's back; a liquid nitrogen canister. Charlotte activated her flare gun and shot it, watching as Doey quickly froze. And would ya look at that; he was right under a saw. I pulled it down, cutting into his body. Liquid clay spurted from the wound, and we quickly ran once he was thawed out. I wish we had time to debrief, but I guess that's what we get for falling into this world. ... Back on the second floor, we were about to take out another liquid nitrogen canister when we saw Doey on top of a construction vehicle. He spewed out some clay, which we thankfully avoided. "Where's another saw??" I shouted.

"Over there!!" Charlotte replied, rushing over to the next saw.

Doey was sporting two canisters, having gotten another one. I shot at the first one, and Charlotte pulled the saw down on him. And later, when we got the last canister and last saw, Doey, out of pure rage, chased us yet again, and we booked it. AGAIN.

...

"They're not gonna make it!!"

Poor Yarnaby was under the table, daring himself not to look at the screens. The four Huggies were huddled up, whispering things as Dogday scanned the cameras. Catnap sat behind him, eyeing Doey's monstrous form. "He's pretty fucking ugly... No wonder they wanted him down there," he murmured.

"Okay- RUDE," PJ shot back, coiled around himself in pure fear.

Dogday sighed and continued to examine the area, murmuring directions into the microphone placed by his face. "That's it."

The group watched as Bunzo got up, walking to a nearby closet. There, he took out a hazmat suit, a gas mask, and boots to fit his rabbit feet. He also got a satchel with some Electrolytes, small snacks, and an earpiece. From there, Bunzo connected the earpiece to the system and began putting the equipment on. "Bunzo? What are you doing?" PJ asked.

"You can't seriously be thinking about going down there," Dogday added.

Poor Yarnaby was under the desk, shivering from fear. "Yeah. I'm goin' down there. You said you think the girls aren't gonna make it. But ya know what? Doey's ass fucked with their emotions... And I don't take that very lightly. They saved us all. And for someone as 'trustworthy' as Doey to trick them like THIS... It doesn't sit well with me," he replied.

Without another word, Bunzo put the gas mask on and hopped down the burrow hole.

...

Run, run, run as fast as two sisters can. A doughy lizard can't catch us. We're high on adrenaline. Charlotte and I ran as fast as we could, going through a doorway that led to a room with red lights and a wall of liquid nitrogen. But before we could open the door with our GrabPack hands, a large, gooey hand grabbed us. Doey's hand. "YOU! YOU TWO AND POPPY! IT'S ALL YOUR FAULT!!" Doey screamed.

He knocked a canister askew, but not too far. I thrashed, kicked, and didn't even DARE try biting him, doing my best to get free. But I should've known better; Doey's about 29 feet tall now, and he's WAY stronger than two human sisters. Even when Charlotte tried to help us get free, nothing worked. Just then, the sound of gunfire rang out, and I noticed one of the liquid nitrogen canisters had been broken. "Did you spit your retainer out at that?!" Charlotte exclaimed.

"No–"

First off, I wasn't wearing my retainers!! Second of all, I wasn't equipped with my flare gun! But the gunfire managed to break the canister of liquid nitrogen, causing Doey to let us go. "Pull it down!!" I exclaimed, pointing above us.

A machine was above us, and it was slowly rotating. Sort of like... the mixing vat from when Jack fell into the dough... Charlotte's GrabPack hands grabbed the bar. My GrabPack hands grabbed the bar. And... someone else's hands. Behind us stood fucking BUNZO in a HazMat suit, wearing a gas mask and a Grabpack. The cold gas was turning Doey into ice, and soon, we got the machine right over him. "CAN'T TRUST ANYONE!!! THE GENTLE VOICES LIE!!! YOU ALL LIE!!" Doey shouted.

His extra hands were holding the machine right over his back as he explained how he tried to be better and how he wanted to be who the toys needed. As he was going on about how he wasn't smart or good enough, Bunzo, Charlotte, and I pulled the machine down one more time as the blades dug into Doey's back, causing him to scream in pain. Frozen chunks of clay flew from the machine, slicing Charlotte's face, my face, and Bunzo's HazMat suit. Eventually, Doey lay limp, muttering about how he was sorry. Twice... before he died. I looked at his corpse, tears forming in my eyes. Bunzo sighed, going to sit on the frozen corpse. I choked on a sob, going to sit down on the body as I leaned on Bunzo's side. He wrapped an arm around me, resting his head on mine. "Shhh... You're okay, kiddo... It's over..." he whispered, gently rubbing my arm.

Charlotte limped to me and Bunzo, sitting on Doey's frozen corpse, shedding tears. A silence fell across all three of us as I felt Bunzo's head lift off mine. He tilted it back, sniffling. "I thought I trusted that guy... F-Fuck..."

He was... crying... Charlotte and I hugged him as his ears drooped, fresh tears falling. Poor guy... We stayed like this for a while before all three of us got up and went to the door. Charlotte used her grabpack hands to open the door, we entered a room. "Alright, now what's on the agenda?" I asked, looking at our rabbit friend.

"Look for any damn survivors..."