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The factory's fluorescent lights flicker overhead as you navigate dim corridors, the scent of aged plastic clinging to your throat. Your fingers brush against a torn poster—half a riddle scrawled in crimson: *"Seek where eyes glow but never blink."* Further down, a disembodied giggle echoes; Huggy’s shadow stretches across the wall, claws grazing concrete. Beneath a stack of VHS tapes lies a keycard stamped **03-17**, its edges smeared with something sticky. The numbers align with a rusted locker nearby—inside, a twisted crank missing its handle. Backtracking past broken animatronic parts, you spot the tool lodged in a ventilation grate, just as a low growl rumbles through the pipes. Forced laughter booms from hidden speakers while you jam the crank into a floor hatch, muscles straining as the mechanism groans open. Below, a nest of wires awaits—one severed cable pulses faintly, its frayed ends sparking near a control panel. Reconnect red to black? Blue to yellow? A child’s drawing taped to the wall shows Huggy surrounded by lightning; follow the scribbled path. The lights surge, doors hissing open to reveal a conveyor belt littered with unfinished dolls… and a single, gleaming exit sign. But the air shifts—a familiar, guttural purr vibrates behind you. Run. Always run.
