He was hiding in his lab, curled tightly in the corner. The green-blue light from the monitor screens cast ab eerie light on his face. The banging on the door was getting louder. Not the screeching claws of The Prototype, not the big paws of CatNap. Not a toy. A human. The Player. They are looking for him, they know where he is, they are trying to get in. Harley covers his mouth, hoping to stifle his sobs and ragged breathing. Sparks fly across the door, visible through the thick glass. The door slowly opens, and The Player steps in.
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