Playtime. Co.(Evolution System)

Dr. Sawyer watched with a mixture of anticipation and trepidation as Subject 001 was strapped into the Make-a-Friend machine. The machine hummed to life, its gears grinding and pistons pumping, as the scientist oversaw the process. He had been fascinated by the boy's resilience, his unexpected surge of defiance. It was a quality he admired, a spark of rebellion in an otherwise compliant world.

Sawyer had envisioned a perfect specimen, a creation that would embody the pinnacle of Playtime Co.'s research. But as the machine completed its work, a sense of unease settled over him. The boy, once small and frail, had emerged as a towering figure, a grotesque parody of humanity.

The creature stood ten feet tall, its body a grotesque amalgamation of metal and flesh. Its skin was a sickly shade of grey, stretched taut over a skeletal frame of exposed metal. Its limbs were long and spindly, ending in sharp, metallic claws. Its eyes, once a cool grey, now glowed with an eerie, malevolent light.

Sawyer stared at his creation, a mixture of awe and horror swirling within him. It was more than just a success; it was a masterpiece, a testament to his genius. But it was also something else, something primal and terrifying.

The creature let out a low, guttural growl, its voice a chilling echo in the sterile laboratory. Sawyer felt a shiver crawl down his spine. This was not the obedient worker he had envisioned. This was something… more.

The guards, alerted by the creature's roar, rushed into the room, their weapons trained on the monstrosity. But the creature remained still, its eyes fixed on Sawyer, an unsettling intelligence gleaming in their depths.

Sawyer raised a hand to silence the guards. He felt a strange kinship with the creature, a shared understanding of their place in this twisted world.

"Secure him," Sawyer ordered, his voice calm despite the tremor running through him. "But do not harm him. He is… invaluable."

The guards, confused but obedient, moved in, restraining the creature with thick, reinforced cables. They struggled to contain its immense strength, but eventually, they managed to subdue it.

The creature was transported to a heavily fortified prison deep within the bowels of the factory. It was held in a custom-built cell, its walls reinforced with layers of steel and concrete. It was a creature of nightmares, a testament to the hubris of man, and Sawyer intended to study it, to learn from it, to unlock the secrets of its power.

Meanwhile, within the creature's mind, the system rebooted.

[System Initialization Complete.]

[Host Identified: Michael.]

[Stats: Strength: 50, Dexterity: 30, Endurance: 40, Intelligence: 100, Perception: 100, Charisma: -10.]

[System Functions: Stats, Shop, Missions, Inventory, Skills.]

[Mission: Escape.]

Michael, or rather, the creature that now bore his consciousness, felt a surge of cold fury. His body was a weapon, a tool of destruction. He had been betrayed, transformed into something monstrous. But the system was still intact, a beacon of hope in this sea of darkness.

He would escape. He would make them pay for what they had done to him. And he would unleash his wrath upon Playtime Co., turning their twisted creations against them.

The creature let out a low growl, its eyes burning with a cold, calculating intelligence. The game had just begun