𝐘𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐚𝐛𝐲 - 𝐄𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝟏𝟏𝟔𝟔

Chapter 16: A Visitor

Quinn stood alone in the deserted halls, feeling the weight of everything he had endured. The silence around him was thick and haunting, each step echoing against the cracked walls and dust-covered floors.

For the first time since his transformation, he was truly alone—not under the watchful eyes of Dr. Sawyer or the terrifying shadow of The Prototype. He had chosen his path, turned away from the lure of violence and vengeance, though every part of him was uncertain about what lay ahead. He knew he couldn't stay in the abandoned halls of Playcare forever. He needed to find a way out.

The light above him flickered, casting eerie shadows that made the empty hall feel even colder. But Quinn moved forward, his claws clicking against the floor, each step carrying a strange mixture of fear and determination.

As he turned a corner, he stopped, frozen by the sight in front of him. A cracked, dusty mirror stood propped against the wall, its glass reflecting a distorted image of himself. He approached cautiously, his heart pounding as he looked at the monster he had become—yet something about it felt... familiar now.

There he was: Quinn, with his colorful yarn fur and oversized, cartoonish eyes. His split-lined grin, once something that filled him with dread, now felt like a part of him. He raised a clawed hand to his reflection, and for the first time, saw beyond the monster they had made him to be.

"𝗪𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗱𝗼 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝘀𝗲𝗲?" he whispered, the question reverberating in the empty hall. It was the same question Sawyer had once asked him, but this time, he knew the answer.

"𝐈 𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐨'𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐬𝐨 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥... 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞," he murmured, feeling a strange sense of strength swelling in his chest. "𝐈 𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐰𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐰𝐢𝐧."

The hum of the elevator echoed faintly through the abandoned corridors of the Prison, a sound that didn't belong in the silence. Quinn's ears twitched, his senses sharpening.

The sound grew louder, closer. Someone—or something—was descending.

Quinn crept toward the edge of the hallway, his claws barely making a sound against the cold floor. His pulse quickened as the elevator doors groaned open, the metallic clunk reverberating through the empty space. He crouched low, peering around the corner.

A figure stepped out—a human. Small, their frame outlined by the dim, flickering lights. What caught Quinn's attention most was the GrabPack strapped to their shoulders, its mechanical hands resting at their sides.

The human paused, surveying the area as if searching for something—or someone.

Quinn's breath hitched, his monstrous grin fading into a line as he tried to process what he was seeing. Humans were supposed to be gone. But now, one stood before him, seemingly fearless, yet cautious.

The human turned slightly, their face still obscured by shadow, and began to move deeper into the Prison.

Quinn hesitated, his claws flexing against the floor. Should he follow? Should he stay hidden?

The air felt electric with tension as the human took another step, their path drawing them closer to the heart of Playcare.

From the shadows, Quinn's glowing eyes tracked their every move.

And then, without warning, the human stopped, their head turning slightly—just enough to suggest they weren't alone.

Quinn froze.

The figure raised their GrabPack arms, readying them.

For a moment, the silence was deafening.

And then the human spoke, their voice cutting through the stillness like a knife.

"𝙄 𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙬 𝙮𝙤𝙪'𝙧𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚."

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