the prototype the god of the poppy playtime factory,
don't bite the hand that feeds you, my son, he can make you better you can, fix you he can do you good he captures you for your good not to do you harm if you fell he will fix you if you are going to die he will not allow it And if you die forever part of him will be with his big and long legs with sharp tips he takes care of you and watches over you while he experiments so that you survive
