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"Yeah, I know it's not much, but uh... who needs fancy murals on the wall and string lights or a barber shop or whatever?" Giblet said. I looked around his place, it was industrial, dark, and, cluttered. Kind of like a server-like room.

"And I got plans anyway, I... I'm not gonna be down here forever." He hits the generator. "Look, I'm not the kinda guy who spends time feeling sorry for himself. I mean, the way I see it, everything's a tragedy until it's meant to be. You think this is an accident?" Giblet gestured to something outside the window. I took a closer look. Something from within the caves. "You ending up down here, like this? Both of us wanting to kill the Prototype. I mean, that's where this train is headed, right?" I didn't speak. "I'm not some kind of hero, but... I can help you." He than looked towards my dad. "But we gotta get you outfitted first. You're not gonna last down here with just a cheap night light."

Glowby makes some noises and shows a shocked-offended expression at the comment. I gasped and smiled, looking at the glowby with slight excitement. "Yeah, chirp all you want. I'm the one who scared off those Outimals." Giblet walked away as my dad and I followed.

He showed us a map of a boiler room. "Here. The Boilers. Lots of gear got tossed down there after the uh... after it all went down. Pretty sure I saw an old grabber. I'll point ya there. Just let me know when you've caught your breath." I shook off my grabpack and made it towards the chairs by the window. "Well, I'm definitely gonna need a short breather." I said with a deep sigh.

My dad began to walk off, exploring the little safe space.

"Well, butcher–" "Please, don't call me butcher, call me Y/n." I cut him off. "It's not like I really wanted to kill them anyways." I leaned back in the chair looking out the window. "Well, um, for what it's worth, wasn't your fault really. I know you didn't really have a choice in the matter." Giblet explained. Sitting in the chair across from me. "If I learned anything being down here it's that you can't save everyone." I thought about his words, looking down. "Yeah, I guess..." I muttered.

"So, what's in there?" I asked, looking out the window. "Sweet Street, and further than that, Lily Lovebraids mansion." Giblet answered as I gave him a look.

"A mansion?"

"Yep." Giblet said flatly. "It was a place for her to be isolated, away from the other toys, per the prototype orders." I furrowed my brows. Wasn't Lily the toy with purple long hair and so many dresses with the addition of toy set mansion that used to fly off the shelves? "Is she that dangerous?" Giblet shook his head. "No it's not that. She just...She's done some horrible things. Even before the hour of joy. If you meet her, you'd understand part of why." We both grew quiet.

"Probably best is you head out, Bu-Y/n."

"Yeah, i'm going."

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After, doing some sort of puzzle, and my dad a new grabpack-while trying to ignore the giant Bron getting eaten by the outimals-I found a yet another tape.

The Prototype:

"Ah, here you are... Hiding in your room. Running away... from the... rebellion you started."

Poppy:

"I can't... I can't be who they need. I'm not... I didn't ask for them to look to me... But I—"

The Prototype:

"Failed. It scared you. And so, you ran. Like a child."

Poppy: