360 degrees. Huggy was at the base of the pedestal. 360 degrees. Huggy was at the edge of the carpet. 360 degrees. The long, blue arms were reaching out, the velcro paws scraping against the digital floor.
Panic finally flared in Elias's chest. He reached for Alt+F4 , but his keyboard felt sticky, as if honey had been poured between the keys. He looked down. A thick, blue viscous liquid was seeping out from underneath his laptop's chassis. 360 degrees
The installation didn't have a progress bar. Instead, a series of grainy images flickered across his screen: the Playtime Co. factory, but the colors were inverted, the yellow walls a bruised purple. A text box popped up, written in a font so thin it looked like scratches: “Are you sure you want to let him in?” Huggy was at the edge of the carpet
He looked back at the screen. Huggy Wuggy wasn't on the pedestal anymore. The screen was black, save for a small chat box at the bottom. Panic finally flared in Elias's chest