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Leo froze. He’d seen the footage of CatBees ripping security guards apart. He knew the teeth under that stitched smile were real. He slowly raised his GrabPack, orange hand primed.

He found the chip. He escaped. He got paid.

He sat on the dusty floor. "I'm not good at staying inside the lines." poppy playtime for free

They colored in silence for three minutes. Leo drew a clumsy sun. CatBee drew a flower. It was the most peaceful three minutes of Leo’s life in this hell.

The room was a horrifying diorama of childhood. Small, finger-painted murals of smiling Huggy Wuggys were splattered with old, brown stains. Tables held dried glue pots and safety scissors, now relics. And in the center, sitting at a tiny, doll-sized table, was a CatBee. Leo froze

But it wasn't attacking. It was coloring.

Leo heard the skittering of dozens of limbs in the ventilation shafts. He turned and ran, his boots pounding on the tile. He didn't look back. He slowly raised his GrabPack, orange hand primed

Leo lowered the GrabPack. "You… you remember?"