Nothing quite like a rubbery, squirmy Maetoy to play with. Poor guy has no idea where he is, he's even shivering and confused waking up in a rubbery recreation of Mae's room. He's probably never even played NITW and statistically, probably has never even heard of the game. Yet here he is, his whining muffled by his rubbery mask as he sits up from the rubbery bed huffing his own recirculated stale air through the mask's thin breathing holes. Every movement resisted tensely by the rubber suit. Every little squirm and struggle he makes as he fiddles with the rubber costume trying to figure out how to get it off. But sadly for him, there is no way to take it off. But at least he'll soon have some friends being kept in captivity with him~