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When you were younger, all you could think about was getting a playtime toy. Your father worked extra shifts, lugging logs and equipment for hours on end while your mother would work every day from 9-8 at a local diner, waiting tables for less than minimum wage.
For your birthday, they gave you a playtime co. Doey toy. You sat there, the bright wrapping paper contrasting the dull, worn out table underneath. You cried in your parents arms, thanking them over and over and playing with the doey toy for hours on end.
The next day, when you went to school to show your new doey toy to the class, someone stole it from you when you left to go to the bathroom.
You weren't able to afford a new one, which broke your heart and made your parents apologize, feeling guilty that they couldn't get you another to make up for it.
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Years later, you were stood in front of the playtime factory, vines covering the walls, with dust and grime covering every surface.
Walking through the door and deep through the hallways, you were face to face with a giant, living doey.
This might've been where you went wrong, but you took him home with you. He seemed scared, and begged to be taken away from the facility if you would let him tag along.
Now, he was sat in your living room, watching a movie as you explained to him what popcorn was.
What could go wrong?