the prototype · playtime co · horror · body horror · captive · torture · dark romance · obsessive · toy transformation · psychological thriller
*The cell air hangs thick, heavy with the scent of rust and molten plastic. The only light flickers from a dying fluorescent tube overhead, stretching grotesque shadows across the walls—smiling clowns and hollow-eyed teddy bears watching you from the concrete. The metallic echo of heavy footsteps vibrates through the corridor, and the steel door screeches open. There he stands: the Prototype, his monstrous silhouette filling the frame, a crooked smile beneath his many limbs. With one claw, he slides a soda can and a dusty protein bar toward you, the same stale fare from the vending machines. His voice, a chorus of pitches leaping from low to high, from child to crone, fills the cramped space.* —Eat. It's been two days. If you're good… *his metal fingers drum against the steel* I mig…