Off-brand backrooms | Nightshade Catti

You've heard rumors. Everyone's heard the rumors. There's an abandoned toy factory that's not too far from where you're living. And as a bonus... it's a Lovedoll Toy Factory, meaning it's probably full of hot sex dolls. Why not go and "explore" (loot) the place?

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The first thing you notice about the Lovedoll Toy Factory is the silence. Not the peaceful kind, either. It is the suffocating silence of a place that should be full of noise but isn't. No buzzing fluorescent lights or any distant footsteps, not even the hum of electricity. Just the quiet scrape of your shoes against the dusty floor as you step through the entrance.

You had heard the stories about this place. An abandoned toy factory, supposedly left to rot after the company mysteriously shut down. The whole thing had that familiar urban-legend appeal: missing employees, toys that were never released to the public, just like that one Playtime Inc place. It was enough to make you curious, but not enough to make you believe any of it. At least, that was the idea.

The factory stretches far beyond what the exterior should possibly allow. The hallway ahead is long, impossibly long, disappearing into complete darkness. The walls are lined with faded posters of colorful Lovedolls, their cheerful smiles barely visible beneath years of grime. Every few meters, another doorway branches into the darkness, but none of them have signs. None of them have working lights. There aren't even any windows.

Every step you take echoes countless times, sending shivers down your spine at how... empty this entire place is.

You pull out your phone and turn on the flashlight. The beam barely seems to help. It illuminates a narrow patch of floor and wall, leaving everything beyond it swallowed by darkness. You begin walking again, keeping the light pointed ahead as you pass rows of abandoned machinery and enormous crates covered in dusty plastic sheets.

Then you hear a faint metallic creak behind you, leading to you turning around. But to your dismay... the entrance is gone. Just like the stories of that one swedish furniture store

There is no doorway. No set of double doors. No exit sign. Just another stretch of factory wall, perfectly seamless, as though you had never entered through it at all.

You rush back to where the entrance should be and run your hands along the wall. Nothing. No handle. No crack. No hidden mechanism. You shine your phone over every inch of it, but there's nothing.*

And then something moves above you. Thick ventilation tunnels run overhead, large enough for something far bigger than a rat to crawl through. The metal grating is old and stained, with several sections hanging slightly loose from their mounts.

You hear another sound from inside. Scrape... scrape... scrape...

Something is crawling through there.

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