Okay so I need a hundred dottore fics today cause it's my birthday yeah give it all to me, right now, in my palm, I need him, I have my plate AND ITS EMPTY
pairing: prototype x reader, poppy x reader
about: prototype and poppy's dynamics with the ins and outs of Playtime Co.
tags: fluffy, poppy's part is short, prototype is a troll and is annoying, family dynamics between poppy and prototype, elliot is called dad here
a/n: no proof read, i wanted to sleep, credit: CottonPony on TT! This inspired me to make headcanons on both of them!
Before 1950, Playtime planned to make a Jack in A Box that pops up during birthday parties
They've already made the fancy box where the Jester would come out from then realising how tedious it wuld be to carry such a big box to and fro at celebrations
So they made the prototype have the ability to attach himself to the box and his legs so he could move around during occassions
His toy version also had that addition where kids could connect him to the box and also on a pair of baggy jester pants with bells
Ollie would be one of those toys that could repeat back what you say
Onwards, Playtime Co. decided to pass the role of event planner to Ollie since he was fully capable of planning and managing all types of occasions
Huggy might be the lover of parties but he was unofficially the birthday planner so they needed somebody who could lay the groundworks with sharp intellect and creative thinking
Ollie would be the biggest troll in Playtime Co.
He was always there at any given moment, scuttling around in the background, catching every little moment
The moment where you find embarassing, sweet, playful and etc,
He would play it back to mess with people
You would be languidly chatting with Rich, sipping on coffee to the early morning rush until you heard something farmiliar.
"Yeeouch!"
Rich had to rub at your back profusely so you don't turn blue from coffee lodged in your throat because Ollie had caught the moment where you feel on your ass because a toy part had conveniently placed itself right between your feet
"Ollie!"
He was a menace around the adults because they needed to relax in his eyes eventhough they were reasonably overworked to the bone
He'd mess about with the senior executives, Stella being the only one who found it entertaining when he stops by her office, echoing a sneeze she lets out
Since he can mimic voices, he also took part in mimicking noises
During parties, you didn't need big speakers for the birthday song because it would play from him instead
He'd play confetti noises for the kids, a celebratory noise, a booing sound when he wants to tease a worker or a bonk noise when he playfully reprimands naughty kids
He'd entertain those who want to hear his sound effects, he's like a walking soundboard that it was straight noise pollution
The children don't find him creepy when he imitates voices because he doesn't purposely make it sound scary. He connects it with their friends voices so they giggle when they hear a "Yes!" Or a "No!" from a familiar person
The engineers actually planned to change his voice box so he could have an actual voice. The addition of having him imitate voices was a test on its own by Elliot but that proved to be difficult when Ollie was real cheeky with it
Nonetheless, they kept it in anyways because the youth loved it. It became a selling point and he was the main attraction for being a unique toy who loved mimicry
Going back to parties, he was the main entertainer. He jumps out of his big box, streamers raining on anybody in range as he bows
He was real loud with his announcements, making sure everybody was hooked to his words
You can't help but smile when the kids clap with him, his arms waving around to uplift the crowd
He had special shows with Poppy where he dances with her
The problem is she was smaller than him, how on earth would they make it work? Well, Ollie didn't need any alternative solutions; he dances with his sister no matter what
He'd bend down to her height to twirl her around or miraculously, Poppy gets twirled into the air until she had spun around to the floor with a bow
He made the choreographies, sometimes he liked doing them too much he doesn't involve Poppy into the plans eventhough their positions in dancing is going to be a problem
Ollie does improvs too much, making Poppy stare back at the audience with a confused expression to what Ollie was doing next and she has to play along so the children doesn't see the akward shift in acting
By the end of the show, he'd have her on his shoulder up high so Poppy could truly see the kids that loved the both of them with their grinning faces and glowing expressions from such a spectacular performance
He teams up with Huggy for decorations
If anybody saw a problem with Huggy hyperfocusing on Ollie's job, fret not, they make a good team
He takes the paper mache from your delicate hands to cut them into little people and letting Huggy hang them up on the wall with precise positioning
Ollie couldn't blow balloons at all, one poke at the rubber with his sharp, needle like fingers and he'd pop them so he watches Huggy prepares them instead
About his hands, he would be the most tender with them to avoid hurting the children. He'd sulk for days if he so happened to slightly nip at a child
It was a fascinating addition. They could replace it with cartoony gloves but he proved to make it work when he helps with meticulous projects with the kids like knitting
If he wasn't doing performances, he would be knitting with the youngsters
Says it's good for the brain and a passion project for the little ones as they manage to make a pattern out of it
He would also do some 'manicure' to his hands, add a little oil to make sure his pokers don't rust and admire them by wiggling his fingers from time to time
He'd be a big brother for the kids, teasing them but also caring deeply
He pull pranks here and there with that wacky smile on his face
Doting on these children was somthing he didn't do becase he was weak but because they were painfully human
They would cry, play, laugh and move on and he adores it. lways there to pat at the back of a wailing toddler or to give sweets as a reward
"Make sure to brush your teeth so you get pearly whites like me!" he said one time and the little ones took it seriously
Other than the orphans, Poppy was not free from getting doted on but he does it in the most embarassing way possible that Poppy hold her head screeching
"Yes, you're my sweet little sister, oh yes you are, the people's priness that smells just like a poppy!"
The many times she had pulled at his jester hat for him to stop was uncountable
She'd have to hide behind you, asking you to vouch for her
"Poppy's heading to the Game Station, she just left in those vents a minute ago."
You'd point, trying to shove down Poppy's bright red pigtails back into your apron while Ollie beams at you, knowing damn well
By the end of the day, he sees you and Poppy knocked out on the grass. You had a story book in your hands, likely telling tales to a child that already wandered off and now you had Poppy in your arms
His mechanical trill was audible as he floofs the blanket he made onto both of you
The look on your face was serene, days of working long hours had took a toll
He was captivated by how silent humans are in his sleep, tracing a finger down your face
"My, you make everything enchanting."
He leans in a little more quieter now, more vulnerable
"Thank you."
After his maker or father had left the world, he didn't register death, a fate that makes humans human. He expected Elliot to come to work next day, waiting by his office while everybody else would stare at him in pity when they realise what he was doing
Poppy could comprehend it more, tugging at her big brother's pants with a sad look in her eyes before you came by
There was no pity or misery in your eyes as you call him over with a crook of your hand to come with Poppy
The walk around the halls was quiet and you explained thoroughly, no deception and sugar coating
"Elliot has passed. He is never coming back here anymore."
The little doll couldn't help but sniffle, shoulders shaking with sorrow and Ollie placed him into his chest, cradling her. He looked at you with quietude, a rhytmic patting at his sister's back
"But as his legacy..and children, he will always be proud of you."
He stopped walking, watching your figure move ahead
"Be what Playtime intended you two to be."
Now, he pulls away from you, ready to pull away when he heard a little shuffle, not realising he had placed the blanket right over Poppy
"You know I can hear you, right?"
A vulnerable moment as a heat crawls up his spine
Poppy
Poppy would be fairly shy, a sweet little girl who was the peoples' princess
She didn't know a lot of children would love her when she gets surrounded in every room she's in, they called her by tons of nicknames
"You look like a princess!"
"I asked my mom for a dress like yours!"
"My name is Poppy, just like you!"
She was humble, permanent rosy cheeks turning even red if it could and she curtsied to the crowd
Poppy had to be constantly carried to reach places
Kissy, the workers, he brother had helped her reach to high places
If you heard tiny porcelain mary janes skitter to and fro from one hall to another, that's her
Thankfully, vents made it easier for her to travel
She was able to peep at everyone from above and see what they what they were doing
Toy painters hard at work, coworkers playing cards during break, a construction worker getting into a playful argument with another
It made her giggle behind a hand, being in Playtime everybody was animated and lively in theri everyday lives
She then goes the long way to another vent, it was always open and she jumps up to Elliot's arms when he hears a certain toy arrive
"Dad!"
She'd tell about her day to him, she was still a toy learning about how humans work and his eyes crease to her many questions. She was but a curious child just like the ones who surround him
He answers her question and brushed her hair with a spare brush he kept around for her. She found it calming, closing her eyes and sighing softly
Later, Elliot would tell her to run along with a pat to the head
"Go join your older brother, he must be busy."
She nods, going back to the vent and waving at her father
She would see the different vent pathways to also see the orphans in Playcare. Sometimes it'd be past bedtime and she pokes her head out the vent to see if anybody was still awake
One would be awake and she purses her lips to call them
"Pss, pss."
She would be excitedly scooped up and she'd sit on their lap, accompanying them until they fall asleep. A few would chatter until they pass out, some would begin to cry of night fright and she would rub at their palm to comfort them
When they fall silent, a light snore coming from them; she easily slipped out their arms
Poppy jumped out her skin when she saw that Catnap was in the hall just waiting and watching, she calmed herself by catching her breath
"Woah, I-I didn't expect you.. how long were you waiting there?"
He bashfully hung his head, having scared somebody as delicate as Poppy and walked away
"Wait, Catnap!"
He turns back to look at her calculating how far the ground is and herself and he lends a hand to help her scooch back into the vent
After a while, she drops down to the lobby and her brother was there, placing her into his arms
"And where were youuu going?"
He tickles her and she laughs, trying to shove his fingers back as he brings her to sit down
Moving on to the present, everybody would love dressing her up
If her blue dress isn't elegant enough, dresses made for her were in different colours
Yellow, pink, purple, the shades complimented her and she likes twirling around to show off to everybody
In this case, Eddie would be the one who'd thought of this dresses
It would be funny to me how he'd muse to himself how Poppy would look like with different themes
"If Poppy had a winter theme, would that be a hit?"
Leith looks at him confused especially since that was the first few words he uttered eversince he sat with him for lunch, chewed though half his croquettes and his salad
Playtime would so milk Poppy's doll with different sets like spring, outdoors, hiking and etc theme. Those seperate from doll sets, oh company greed in fiction too wow!
But in Playtime, Poppy would be dancing around with different outfits
She would match outfits with Ollie during performances, she'd always have a bell on her to match with him so they both jingle
The kids who were good with crafts woud make little accesories for her, poppy flowers and bows to style her hair and uniforms
Eventually, the chaos dies down, she'd be tucked comfortably with Ollie as he patrols the halls.
A week or more had passed since Elliot had passed and they of course still hold some sort of sorrow for him
Even when Ollie hums, it was a little sad and softer than usual
Poppy smiles wryly, tilting her head up at him
"You think dad would go crazy since I put bells in my hair now?"
He stops, his eyes scanning her slightly solemn expression until he guffawed
"Hoho, imagine how it'd be since I put bells in my shoes now!"
They talked till the cows came home about everything in between
They didn't know it yet but they felt an emotion akin to a human's; longing to talk to their father again and now they've placed that longing through memories instead
This fic was so so good, please go read it because I will yap so hard about it.
First of all, I love the writing and the flow of it from the cruel doctor to how the prototype led us close for a talk. I really love the concept that Leith is the evil man because we have to remember this guy was one of the people that made the company hell and the fact that the player can't talk unless ordered to.
I love the difference in dialogue and the little quirks the prototype had in his dialogue as well as giblet and the doctor. The prototype having bolded and stretched out words to annunciate his speech is so chefs kiss.
This was so peak, 10/10. Every charecter in this acted in charecter and is so authentic, i love it
pairing: varka x gen!reader
tags: suggestive, grinding, yearning from reader and varka, no implied relationship, no use of y/n or name, passionate varka, no specific job for reader, lots of kissing, marking each other, too much use of each other, short
Both of you were busy at work for the longest time, it shackled you away from each other. The hot meals that the both of you would cook for each other, the hand holding, the hearty guffaws you shared with one another. The only thing keeping both of you sane was thinking about each other even if it was gooey, puppy love behaviour that was a permanent stain on the relationship.
You opened the door to the home you shared with Varka, keys jingling in the lock and a small greeting to home. A pleasant suprise was him who had lost his turqoise coat which hung over the chair as he reviewed paperwork. Varka looked soft, tired from his work in the head quarters and now here.
It should've shocked you that he was free from his job for now. Being a grandmaster required him to be in and out the office, smelling of the wild and smoke from his ventures. But not a hair on his body was harmed because he could handle himself, having you in mind to come home to even if you had long fallen asleep or its the dirty clothes in your basket. Even so, the moon would have sunken before he could actually come home.
His pen clattered to the table when he heard you, instantly jumping up from his seat. His beer nearing the bottom left forgotten when he moved his massive legs to move towards his person.
What he didn't expect from himself was to launch at you, hugging you tight and crashing your lips against his. Teeth clashed but he didn't care, wanting to taste his beloved after being apart from each other for so long. He was a little careless to the papers he had sprawled on the couch, tossing them off so you could lay your back against the sofa.
You reciprocated his kisses, swirling his tongue with his and sucking on it. It was desperate and hot, his chest pressed against your own. If your heart was beating fast, his fucking races.
He pulled away, taking a whiff of your scent. It smelled of your workplace and that perfume you got him addicted to, kissing you from the crook of your neck to your jawline. The blonde man gets really loud when he pecks you all over the face.
Varka doesn't stop at that, taking your lips again now at a slower pace. He had calmed down, knowing now that you're finally home at the same time like him and you won't run off like the other times. He desires for your touch, guiding your hand to touch his face as you caressed his cheek with your thumb.
"I missed you." Both of you said at the same time, it would've been such a humorous moment if not for the busy, draining weeks you spent not talking to each other. You hugged him tight, kissing at his neck just like he did to yours.
Varka climbed atop you, holding you snug against him and breathing deep into your neck. Nestled between your legs was that familiar sensation of him yearning for you yet he was in no rush. His hand squeezed your ass when you start moving your hips, moaning in tandem with him. Needy was what described the two of you, feeling him slide his hands down your hips.
You bite on his neck, marking the grandmaster shamelessly to taste the sweat on his skin. Deprived of the love he wholeheartedly give all because of his title, he takes it all; your smothering of him in which he clasped it in his immense palms.
He does it in turn, pulling back from your teeth to bite you right at your jugular vein. A sweet moan from you made him grind down on you, greedy for more.
If he could just bury deep inside you, close to the warmth of your heart and tangle legs to connect to the core of your adoration; offering you the pleasure Varka thinks you deserve. The heat exchanged had mutually rushed, breathing slowing to a stop where fond eyes look into each other.
The rugged man then looks down at your posture on the sofa, back bent uncomfortably, legs wrapped around him and he gruffly chuckles in exasperation.
"It's been a long day for you yet here I am twisting you like a pretzel.."
He sits you on his lap, languidly rubbing a big hand on your thigh . A sweet smile spreads across your face as you rested against his neck. Your fingers thread to his hair and he purrs, sitting properly to accomadate your poor back.
Together, hands get intertwined. The silence drags on, a couple basking in its each others precense before the big questions came out. Constant noise was permanent for work so tranquility blesses you at home. He leans in to murmur into your ear.
"So what it'll be, a bath or dinner I can quickly whip up?"
A finger traces down his chest.
"I'd feel bad if you had to cook all alone when we could do it together.."
He grins at you.
"Just a quick dinner, blink and you'll miss it. Then I'll quickly join in for a shower."
Varka prepares to move you back down to the couch but your grip was too tight, a little whine leaving your lips and clung to him like a koala.
"No, bathe with me. I just want to stay with you, you know how work is eating us up. Food can wait.."
He strokes your head, an amused intake of breath could be heard from him.
"Don't do this to me, you know well what happens in the tub when we're both together."
You giggled, pointing an accusatory finger against his chest.
"Oh so you're calling me a health hazard for being with you?'
He suddenly lifts you up, the motion shocking you with no prior heads up. No struggle to bring you up the stairs with that playful look in his eyes, leaning in for another kiss. Short and behaved, a prelude to something more as soon as he brings you to the bathroom.
pairing: huggy wuggy x reader, kissy missy x reader
about: huggy wuggy and kissy missy's dynamics with the ins and outs of Playtime Co.
tags: fluffy, this is short cause the flu is waterboarding me
a/n: enjoy :D
Huggy is a very tall toy so he loves giving kids uppies
He is a pro at hide and seek, he lives giving kids the advantage when it comes to hiding
He carries them up high on a safe place before dissappearing into a vent and giggles behind his hand when he watches the seeker try to look for anybody everywhere
It wouldn't end long because Huggy gets called out a cheater, bringing down these kids as they all share a laugh
It wouldn't be funny for the seeker though who would most often be Kissy
She can easily got atop high places but she only sees the fairness of the game when kids shorter than her can't even see high up
Other than hide and seek, he adores all kinds of elementary games
Hopscotch, jump rope, charades and etc.
He is especially good at charades. With his long limbs he could make himself into the picture/prompt he was given; a goose, rabbit and the list goes on
It was never a quiet day with Huggy around when he can think of all types of games to play
He liked everybody to be active as possible
Cheering up kids who were in a slump was his forte, giving them uppies and twirling them around so they could lighten up a little
Huggy doubles as a trash composer
Other than being a security guard for the factory, he cleans up the place by eating trash, party decorations are to be disposed and anything discarded carelessly
The engineers hadn't built in taste receptors for him yet he craved one thing other than trash; cake at birthday parties
When it comes to birthday parties, he is the biggest merrymaker you will ever see
He takes part in decorating to suit each child. One kid loves butterflies? The room would be filled with butterfly origamis. Another child loves trains? Cut outs of trains would be hung from the ceiling. Two share the same birthday? It was going to be a mixed theme!
Though the company could just buy a bunch of streamers and balloons and call it a day, Huggy wanted to make it extra special
You'd find him in a break room, a spot that would keep him hidden away from the children struggling to use scissors. That would be the moment you swoop in to save him
"I'll cut these, you'll hang it up, deal?"
He showed you his mitten like hands and the tape, sighing at him in amusement
"Of course, I'll cut the tape for you too."
And that was a deal.
He was a benevelont toy, watching from behind to make sure the birthday kid had a good time. He towers over them to put a little party hat on them and blows at a party blower, a little toot to mark a new age
But going back to what was metioned earlier, Huggy really loves cake
No matter what flavour it was, chocolate, vanilla, carrot cake, he wants a slice
Maybe it was the aesthetics of it, the details that had his eyes glimmering for a taste
He of course lets the star of the party take the first bite, watching you cut tiny pieces for the others to enjoy
But then when a few pieces of cake weren't eaten, he looks around and quickly swipes for a bite, licking the paper plate clean before putting it back on the table
Nobody notices because he had a fast hand but you know who does? Kissy
She saw what he did and she looked at the cakes the children were eating and leaned in to one of them
"Do you want some, Kissy?"
You were quick not to let Kissy have it, not to upset her but she can't actually eat it
After the party, Kissy had broght a plate over to Huggy when the noise had died down and she watches him eat for she doesn't have the ability to
She reaches out a tender hand, placing it on his tummy as if to ask, how it felt
He coos, he was most certainly delightful with the texture of this cake
When Playtime closes for the day, he stands over at his usual spot; the main lobby of the factory
You saunter up to him with your hands on your hips in an accusatory tone
"I know you've been eating cake, Huggy."
He doesn't move, hand raised in a wave and the expression of his face not faltering
"If you don't admit it, we won't invite you to the next birthday party."
His smile doesn't falter but you could see him twitch
"We'd lock you out of Playcare."
He starts sweating now.
"Huggy.."
Huggy slowly puts down his hand, scratching the back of his head and keeping it down. He was so cute like this that you can't help but giggle
"Silly, how will we celebrate your birthday if we locked the birthday guy out?" His eyes glimmered and you chuckled, turning around to walk out the factory to close up the rest of the place
Watching your figure dissappear, he now anticipates his own birthday; coming soon
Kissy Missy
Kissy's precense was just like a warm breeze
Children were naturally loud but how about ones who preffered the quiet?
She'd stay with them, observing how one reads books and underlining meanings she desn't know or another who was busy with their hands crafting
She allows them to sit on her, feeling like a fluffy cushion as they showed her what they made and she would communicate via sticky notes
For the little ones that had a glum day or weren't feeling mentlly well, she caresses their head, let them trace patterns on her fur and enjoy the silence
You were aware not to disturb them when a child was secluded along with Kissy in the corner, diverting the attention of others who ask with a game of tag
Kissy was more emotionally inclined, owning a lot of emphathy and understanding and hating unfairness
She makes sure everybody was included in on games
The ones who struggled to take in rules had them explained by their friends next to them, Playtime was a safe space to learn and the pink sourpatch kid made sure of it
Winning and losing in games are also all the same, enlightening the young ones that there will always be a lesson in those two circumstances and to never bring down anybody
Unlike Huggy, Kissy doesn't have the anatomy of a trash compactor
Instead, she was more on the literature side
Writing was her forte wherever it was poems, letters or drabbles, she was extremely smart
Kids of all ages would surround her, writing their own stories and letters to their friends or family members for their visit at Playtime
They wholeheartedly trust Kissy to read their writing because her encouragement and praise kept them going. She'd clap her hands with that silly smile on her face and pat their heads
When Dogday let children explore their imagination, Kissy worked with them on their grammar and vocabulary
The engineers were quite amazed at how she teaches, for one who doesn't talk, she was really intelligent
She'd go through daily maintenence and the engineers would talk amongst themselves
"Hey, if I asked her to check on my grammar, would that alright?"
"What, the letter to your wife?"
"Yeah. I don't want to receive another letter telling me my misspellings were god awful to read"
Just like the youth, the workers tend to trus them more than their coworker, such private writing should be kept for the receiver's eyes and the proof reader's
There was encouragement in her heart when she circles and ticks the writing in pencil so the workers see what they should fix, the little quotations of "Good job!" and "Nice!" were noted when they were handed back their letters
Imagine Kissy praising the letter to your wife with a doodle on the corner but underlining the misspelling of "serenpidity", it had grown men scratching the back of their heads
Writing also builds character, character means appearance
She encourages kids to have their own choice in appearance, expressing themselves in colourful clothes or their interests
Kissy also loves brushing hair
She would often do roleplays where she was the hair dresser, wrapping a salon cape around a kid and combing leisurely
A book filled with the pictures of the orphans and their hairstyles was even made to indulge into the roleplaying
She'll know which hair brush to use depending on hair texture. If that child's hair is curly, straight, etc, she is very open to learning how to style it
Kissy would call you over when you had nothing to do, placing you on a comfortable pillow and start brushing your hair
Except you do all the talking. She pulls all types of clips, accessories and bands to style your hair, looping the hair strands into her hands.
If you're bald, she'll give you a nice head wash, patting your squeaky clean head with a happy rumble
She'll also be decorated with ornaments on her fur, little butterflies and flowers in turn
She would so love the bows girlies put behind their heads, pointing to herself when she passes the bow to you; wanting you to put it behind her head
You hold up a mirror to let her see herself, that sweet smile on her face spreading
At the end of the day, she checks up on you to make sure you were feeling alright with your job
Because adults of course felt a lot of stress and she wrap a long pink arm around your shoulder
She sees how hard you work for this company, patting your head to lay it on her shouder. She makes sure not to move, seeing your eyes begin to shut by the minute
You tried to talk, softly giggling to herself when she sees you trailing to unconsciousness
When Huggy was the party animal who ensures every body was having fun, Kissy was the empath who listens to people who soaks up all the emotions and lets it go on a late night talk
pairing: the doctor x reader, yarnaby x reader
about: the doctor and yarnaby's dynamics with the ins and outs of Playtime Co.
tags: fluffy, the kids are scared of the doctor, a lot of charecters in the game mentioned (i really did my research guys)
a/n: i have a fever and my immune system is shutting down, help me
The Doctor was the reason why "An apple a day keeps the doctor away" exists in Playtime
Children would wash their hands properly, eat their vegetables and sleep on schedule than to ever see him for a checkup
But for the unlucky ones that managed to get sick, their friends pray for them
From the start, Playtime wasn't actually his first choice of work, he submitted multiple applications to several companies; it was only because this company was the first to respond
When he realised he had to work with pesky children and their wailing, he sighed real hard to the executives during his interview
The premises of working with toys bigger than him is what interested him in the first place and having a doctorate in Science in Mechanical Engineering is also what interested the executives in Playtime
But for Stella, she focused on another thing; his doctorate in Medicine.
"That would mean the kids can be treated by you!"
That made Harley raise an eyebrow, his arrogance showing when he raise his hand
"Now why would I use my skills for.. vexing children?"
Each executive had a different expression for his response; speechlessness,concealed irritation and amusement.
Eddie had his hands under his chin and a smooth smile before he puts his hands down on the table, drumming it
"Well, what do you think you're able to do for this company?"
"I can make this company better with my innovation and boost this company from the very bottom it's currently at."
Playtime Co. was defitenely far from the bottom or whatever Harley was talking about, effectively ragebaiting Leith before Eddie held out a hand to calm him
"Well, we defitenely like to see when man lets his actions speak louder than his words.. see you the next week?"
Leith looks at Eddie in horror
Eventually, Harley arrives early before the other employees and his orientation begins
Leith was a bit unnerved by how brilliant Harley turnt out to be in his line of work.
Even if he was genius, Harley was still a very difficult person to work with
He takes over projects, shadows after reports to tweak things in private and disregards the engineers in his team
But what pisses off most people is how damn good of a job he does
"I can't clean up after all of your errors, can I?"
All that respects for him goes back to square one and his coworkers make sure they switch out his coffee with laxatives.
As for managing his heavy workload, he creates a pet project using the late Elliot's blueprints
He scoffs lightly, who on earth would think these TV endoskeletons would be great for children when they get spooked by anything dark, grey and stripped away of colours
Though, it does match his aesthetics and favourite colour and he works on it all night
It's miraculous how he doesn't pass out from fatigue but the anger issues were the direct cause from his lack of sleep
He didn't expect anything from anybody especially from you out of the goodness of your heart and care for every employee even if they had a punchable face, you gave him a packed sandwich with no pickles for his late dinner
Usually, there was no response from him unless you go to him yourself but he had used his pet project to give you the completed blueprints he willingly disclosed
It was a little shocking to see a different face (or rather monitor) knocking at your door, mechanically walking in
This robot was fluid in its motions, ceremoniously placing down those papers to not bother with the stack on your table. A yellow eye illuminating from it's screen looked directly at you that your hands can't help but reach out to inspect it
It then stopped you, a sudden clasp of its metal hand against yours; making you jolt
In its hand, it slips in a sticky note into your palm and walked out your office
On the note, written in precise, cursive (of course this asshole writes in cursive) handwriting:
"I applaud you for not putting pickles"
Would this be a win for him not being dreadful for a second? Not really but you'll take it, sticking it on your board
The robot did need a little practise on closing the door behind it..
For his doctor work, he didn't feel particularly thrilled
He was given an office all to himself in the School so that if any problem occurs during school hours, they could go to him
On his first day, his first test subject, patient was completely unaware of what kind of Doctor Harley Sawyer was
Until that boy came out of that office wailing like a baby
Harley would be such an bastard, purposely showing thick, mega syringes to unruly kids or not entertaining the questions kids had when it comes to his bland office
It's just full of human anatomy and nothing else and kids would still question him about it
"Try to be less of an asshat and more of a doctor for god's sake, Harley."
He could tell you he didn't sign up for this (technically did) but with your very pinched expression, he keeps his complaints under his breath for now
What he does like is when there are knowledgeable children who understand his passion and how medicine should truly be understood
However, that state of euphoria ends when he is reminded how kids are just kids by anything they could say next, an element of suprise
"So paracetamol would make me feel better?"
"Yes."
"And if I drink the whole bottle in one day, I would be instantly healthy, right?"
"No."
Still, he wants to pride himself in doing a good job and he has a candy drawer much to his dismay to ensure the kids would atleast have something nice to say for the reviews
After a checkup, only some children could get candy at random though; those he deemed worthy of getting these sweets induced cavities
He catches the ones who are bold enough, the ones who fake being sick all because they wanted candy, he makes a joke he fully knows would frighten their socks off
"Careful now, you wouldn't want me as your dentist."
Then those brats found that joke so funny, they evaporated out of his office in seconds
After you comfort these children by going "No, Doctor Sawyer can't suddenly switch career paths unless he has that degree" to these kids, you partially give up on convincing him to be nicer
Yarnaby
He was a great comfort to the kids next to Catnap. When the kids face anxiety or panic attacks, he lays on top of them in such a tender manner to not squish them and let them listen to his heartbeat
It grounds them, wrapping their arms around his paw and their giggles tinkle out to his ticklish strands of yarn
He watches over them everyday, feeling some sort of solace to keeping these kids safe and hopes to dissolve any unhappy feelings and to always bring joy
He lets them ride him like a train around Playtime. It could be Playcare or in the factory and he would show up with a group of jovial kids on his back
Yarnaby would also be very warm so any child that was easily cold, sick or looking for a warmer, he was a toy anybody would look for, for hugs
Everybody would be toasty resting on his mane
He'd also be full of braids and clips, the accessories rattling in his face as the kids made play around with different hairstyles
In spite of that, Yarnaby was quite a clumsy lion, accidentally bumping into anybody in excitement
Engineers, toy makers, children, nobody was safe when he gets called over, bumping into them like a bowling ball to a row of unexpected bowling pins
To assure he doesn't cause any serious accidents that could lead to injuries, you had to train him
"Yarnaby, careful steps now.."
He practises one short distance then longer each day, he was a very good listener but it was uncertain if he did take in that information because he undoes that training when anybody calls him over with enthusiasm.
That was another session where you try to let him control his enthuasiasm by rewarding him with a yarnball if he comes over discreetly
"Yarnaby!" you calle dover, holding up your hand to signal him to come quietly
This took a few days, stretching into a week until he succeeds and you threw his reward at him. The yarnball he was waiting for that launched straight into the middle of beady eyes like a projectile
Ane he loves it, he especially loves playfighting but no other biger body iniative could handle him
There was a time he tried playing with CatNap but he was too aloof, slinking away before Yarnaby had any more ideas
The Nightmare Critters were not exempt from his playfullness either. If Yarnaby could, he was juggling them like balls in this one sided playfighting
PJ Pug-A-Pillar would be the perfect candidate but he wasn't such an active toy, living life at a snail pace that he didnt quite match the lion's energy
Soon, there will be a time where a toy would be as big as him but now he'll have fun with the humans who throws yarns at him and watch him roll aound with it
For some reason, Yarnaby had some sort of attachment to a certain someone that was very stuck up and cross most of the time
Akin to a cat that glues itself to people who fear felines, he follows Harley all of the time
Harley would wag a finger, ensuring Yarnaby doesn't get into his office and mess everything up and he waits outside so obedietally; his duties left unattended
"Down and stay there." Harley's huffing could be heard, the lions googly eyes observing Harley fix up any mechanism that he preferred doing in his office
The doctor would be a bit agitated to how he waited hours on end, shooing him away
When you came around to get Yarnaby to do his tasks, the doctor complains
"Why has this funny little creature stuck close to me, it's irksome."
"I wonder the same thing, doctor."
Though, Harley wouldnt admit it but he had warmed up to him when he starts summoning Yarnaby for orders when he litterally has a row of bots to command
Don't tell anybody but Harley soon makes a self-activating yarn. It was hefty yet Yarnaby could entertain himself for hours when The Doctor simply had no time to throw a big yarn around for him
Yarnaby was also a big hit with the technicians because he could help them with hard to reach places
Mark would yell at him from below, that goofy face of his lifting up to look at the ceiling
"Hey big guy if you just bring this wire to the other side, it'd be a big help"
He nips the end of the wires, leaping up to the hole in the wall and thrusting it to the other side where the other technicians could pull through
He'd be their helper with bringing up units and materials, making sure not to damage it with his teeth
It made the technical staff jobs much more easier even if they do have grabpacks, a sweet giant makes it all better
He also becomes a ladder for the technicians, they climb onto him and he lifts his head so they could head for the hard to reach spots
He also loves those types of pats where his forehead if pushed to the very back and his eyes stretched, those owners who'd aggresively pat their cats and they would love it
The technicians do just that a dopey grin and a small growl of happiness emitting from his throat as they collectively pat this massive lion's bed of yarn hair
Yarnaby is just a happy to be here lion, here at Playtime; his golden heart beats with jubilation
Your au is really cool!!!! I think it’s very fun! I think it’s so interesting to think about how different conditions would affect these guys!
(I would maybe advise against using the x reader tags since a lot of people block those and also it could get you reported for spam since it’s not for that tag!)
Thank you so much!! I feel like I've written too much about blood, gore and death so something light makes us all feel a lot better and whimsy!
About the tags, okie!! I'll just use their names, no x reader stuff
I had a brain fart but I fell asleep to even type all of this down. Honestly I loved that I'm obsessed with media as I grow up but I barely retain the seriousness of the topics like oyasumi pun pun, poppy playtime or other animes that I watched/read
I'm grateful that I can be at the age where I understand and consume the media that I can finally consume (and not lying to the internet that I'm old enough to watch them and didn't retain the topics well)
Oh shoot I forgot to ask on the question post if they wanted to be tagged, I honestly didn't know there would be a lot of positive response like 10+ yesses it's crazy!!
pairing: catnap x reader, dogday x reader
about: catnap and dogday's dynamics with the ins and outs of Playtime Co.
tags: fluffy don't worry, a lot of me using the word children, kids, children, did i mention children, dogday losing his legs but he gets them rebuilt, catnap is selectively mute and selects his speech, everyone is silly
a/n: this was funnnn to make teehee. oh yeah btw i know bobby bear hug has a bigger body ver except as a statue but in this fic, shes in the works to be one
part of this series :D
taglist: @muse-hub, @mslasagna1, @demokip, @dontlooknowbutmattie, @the-mysterious-detective, @evie-lynny-thoughts, @scamp-boxx, @maybejustclueless, @1sufan, @erika-azrei (hello, as for this taglist, please ask if you want to be removed or not. i didn't ask if you guys wanted to be tagged prior and i dont want to spam your inbox!)
Catnap
Just like his charecteristics now, Catnap is fairly quiet.
But the kids love him for his comforting precense, always calling out for him if they see him ambling around on the job
They would enthaustically show him drawings of him and themselves and he gently pawed at it
"Me.. and you.. picnic.."
He was a good listener to these chatty kids, nodding slowly, using his tail to poke at them if they had distracted themselves from their rambling or bring his head down to ground kids from their restlessness
The lessons that they learn from Catnap is manners and being good natured.
He discourages fighting or arguing, using his big head to push them together to hug and apologise
"Share.. then switch after ten minutes.."
Rowdiness happens but only when everybody was having fun, his tail wags in pride, fulfilled that they listened to him
If they do unlearn manners or have attitude problems, Catnap doesn't mind doing it all again
However, he wasn't against putting one in timeout when he has to, observing closely so they don't turn away from their corners
Some did that and he extends it minute by minute, it was a little hilarious watching a big cat sit like a loaf to carefully watch somebody follow rules
Shifting to the night scene, when the kids at Home Sweet Home have difficulty sleeping, he would come by. A low purr and a nuzzle into their necks to make them giggle before bed
It eases their feelings to the scary dark especially when they take in his calming lavender scent and he moves to the next room
A new intervention had crafted itself and it was red poppy gas
The engineers had installed an apparatus into him where he disperses the gas (with no hallucination or nightmare factor). Some of the kids had trouble adjusting to this new scent since they were used to his lavender scent that wafted whenever he walks through the room
But all the same, it made these kids sleep during their bedtime
Catnap would linger out Sweet Home and around Playcare to see if any naughty children had stayed up this late, instead; he found engineers
He takes note how late it was, ensuring that everybody had a goodnight's sleep and he administers this red gas to the group of panicked doctors
The next day, they later find themselves with mismatched blankets and pillows, sleeping on the job and waking up to Catnap waiting for them to wake up
The staff had to inform Catnap that bedtime were for the children not for the.. adults
It must be what he learnt from his lessons when he was created, humans needed sleep, food and oxygen to survive. The basic things to survive and he takes it literally, responsibly making half of the factory fall asleep
His understandings of humans is still limited but he is surely learning
Though the engineers wouldn't admit, this moment where they had a full 8 hours of sleep felt super good but Leith defitenely thought otherwise
Back to the children, there would be occasional cuddle piles during naptime
The kids LOVE it, climbing onto him and using his fur as their bed
Catnap doesn't complain but if there was one thing of these little creatures, their grip was horrendously strong
He had to gently pry one of them off to not to pull his eyesocket back when they climbed onto his head
Whenever he sees you pass by, he woud surely want you to join
He picks you up by the collar like a kitten, his teeth bringing you to the pile as everybody cuddles with one another
His tail would wrap around you if you protest about work, he was particular of this routine and you eventually give up and reached up to scritch under his chin
As time passes, the research team had finished finalising the rest of the Smiling Critters line for the Bigger Bodies Initiative and it seemed that Bobby BearHug was first in line
The kids don't question the lack of other Bigger Body Initiatives when they had their own plushies of them, tucked below their arms but they were curious to why there were no mega versions of their favourite Critter
Catnap doesn't have a particular answer when the kids all jabber about it to him
One question specifically made his ears perk up
"Does it feel lonely when it's just you and DogDay?"
He looks at Dogday from a distance who sat peacefully at a nearby bench to watch everything going on and the feline turns to the one asking the question
"No.. he's enough."
DogDay
Dogday was a gentle man even if he was not protrayed as such in his cartoons
Yet his personality balances out all the rowdy children that spent their time with him
He is very good in narration, encouraging the children with how lifelike and fun his stories are
Dogday teaches these children to have an imagination no matter what, littering Home Sweet Home with many bright drawings and doodles full of colours
That would lead to a few who draw past bedtime though are apprehended by air jail, Catnap would scoop them up with his limbs when Dogday stops him
"I can handle it, they're in due punishment."
The purple cat strolls away at a snail's pace and the dog sighs to the youth who was kneeling on the floor with their heads bowed and crayons scattered at their bedside
He lightly scolds the children, reminding them that they could always continue the next day
Even so, his heart melts when they show that they were drawing him, pages full of him even if he saw one page with him on all fours and being ridden like a horse
"But.. but.."
"No buts, I promise we can open a new pack of paint tommorow, okay?"
That did the opposite of getting them to behave and now they clean up, too hyper for bed. This settled for another round for Catnap as he calls the feline over
At one point, there was an incident where his legs hasn't been worked on completely and he had crumpled to the floor, scaring the children when they see that barely hidden alarm on his face before he wryly smiled
A hand swung under his arm, swiftly taking him away from the frightened children and he sees your face focused with one thought in mind
You carried him from Playcare to the factory with the other workers
Dogday sits on the bed bisected at the waist, watching the toy designers build his legs with the machine, spraying on the colours of his fur
"Are the kids okay? They shrieked real loud when I collapsed.."
You comforted him with a hand on your back, smiling softly to him
"It's alright, Catnap led them to go back to the monkey bars. Don't feel too bad."
He hung his head, guilty for having to spook the little ones like this
The ones doing the spray painting looked back at him, hoping good news would calm his worry heart
"We've improved the the internal components and structure of your legs, we gurantee no accidents will happen."
Later it was found out that Patty Hall had sabotaged DogDay's legs when he was still in the works to defy the company in some way in this case, not getting paid on time
Rich fumed, the veins across his temple popping and pointing at her skulking away for adding onto their workload when it was infinite already
She then meet her end in this line of work (fired, of course) but the damage is done
However, the kids had all types of responses
"Are you okay, DogDay? Catnap said you had an ouchie yesterday!"
"I was so scared, does that mean you're..turning gray, Dogday?"
"If you need my granny's cane, I think she has extra."
Well, these were certain ways to put it that made you and him exchange a laugh
He goes on to lift one of them, immersing them in fantasies again and you watch with a warm smile to how they follow him like ducks
He certainly knows how to lift himself and others up like a true leader
Nearing the next month, a new batch of children came in
Small, nervous orphans
One that stuck out like a sore thumb was an amputee.
She'd use her wheelchair to navigate this big, wondrous place
There was a shine in her eyes, curious yet she was closed off to any adults who would try to talk to her
You looked expectedly to Dogday, hands behind your back and a cheeky grin
"Go now, the master of storytelling, show her the magic of Playtime Co."
He sighs to you but his body moves automatically to this girl that was pleasantly suprised at a toy as big as him
He spins the tale, having her on his shoulders and letting her feel the wind in her hair as he raced around playcare with the children following for a new friend
With the charm of Dogday and friendliness surrounding the girl, she soon shows a smile on her face that being around people isn't all that bad
He knows what it feels like when you're unable to move to and fro only if it was a temporary while but he wants to show the child that she could rejoice in the company of people and toys without the feeling of being forgotten
Her arms hugged her Hoppy plush, he was one to reach for the stars. In spite of that there was no need to leap for them when they already were brought here as friends
Soon, the news of building the rest of the Smiling Critters had been announced and he find this very joyful news
He worries if Catnap had ever felt alone especially since both of them have a lot of work (which they thoroughly enjoy) on their plate. The dog couldn't talk much with him since he preferred being in solitude
So the rest of them being made will be good company for Catnap if he couldn't be around him
But one night where it was pleasantly silent with lullabies playing in the dead of night, DogDay settles on the faux grass and closed his eyes for a moment
He didn't realise Catnap had slinked behind him, curling right beside him
"Have you heard about the recent news?"
Catnap turns his head, nodding
"Isn't that great news? We two chumps won't be the only ones anymore."
A comfortable silence stretches, a little zizz came out of the one beside Dogday
"But your company has always been lovely, just remember that."
Framed as a hug, Catnap curled his tail around Dogday, bringing him close. It was a nice feeling, making both of them let out a sigh of glee to one another
Where scheming doctors are engineers and killer toys turn to cuddly, warm-hearted creatures, welcome to the true Playtime!
about: a swap!au where instead of blood and gore, it's sunshine and rainbows! full of fluff and joy, Playtime Co. now tells silly tales of what their toys do on a regular day at work :D
note: even though I use the x reader tag, it's the general tags in Tumblr so my works can get reach, I will not write explicit content of characters that are children.
cont: harley had disappeared but you knew better which is why being his assistant meant getting all of his complete, trusted research to create one thing; a backup.
tags: reader is severely overworked and weak when self defense, use of grab pack, mentions of the trilogy: blood, death and gore, Harley being a tease, hour of joy, this was pretty mediocre, I expected this to be more fun in content
a/n: my brain exploded working on this ngl, i genuinely didn't know it would be this long. Guys, I swear to you all I proof read but I keep adding on and on cause I'm not satisfied I SUCK
The laboratories were more quiet now or rather you were the one who went quiet. The voices around you hush especially when they see you come and go. The lone wolf now that Harley Sawyer is gone.
That indescribable, corrupted man whom you voluntarily agreed to be his assistant.
Particularly, the assistant was always better than the boss. You were friendly enough, ready for small talk and even being on the same page on mundane, ordinary things. Even so, when Harley calls, you come to him in an instant. Dropping all conversation with your chuckling coworkers to stick by his side.
They think you’re insane.
Anybody who could work with him without grabbing him by the throat and jumping onto him was probably more senseless than him, especially since you still had your composure no matter how many times he talked to himself more than to you.
They feel bad for even associating with you the word loco but seeing you get along with Harley was greatly astonishing than any breakthrough they ever had.
You've heard it all, it was no brainer to the looks they throw at you. Atleast you were a 'good' worker in terms of this company. Maybe too task driven that you didn't realise several breaks had pass by you when you look up to one of them willingly sharing a sandwich.
If workload could kill you, you were having tea with death since it was a casual meet up with him, always. You'd likely won't realise if you die at your desk because you busied yourself on the last specimen result.
Other than failures keeping you afloat was a chip. A chip you planned to use for a one time opportunity. When Leith won’t be around, when your sorry employees had one lucky break away from their desks and when you were allowed to the deepest parts of a prison where they kept him away.
Everybody would expect this but you moved with certainty throughout Playtime Co. they wouldn't expect that of all times, you would pick to unravel your plan.
On the 8th August 1995, You've entered Eddie's office to exchange of what's left of Harley's files before he dissappeared deep into the prison. Meeting one of the mystery men of this company was still rare in itself even when he sent you emails as his assistant to get knee deep into the Doctor's research. This was time to act fast and sift through his things. Where would an old man keep his things? Somewhere easy to reach into especially one whose limbs strain from a bit of movement.
Opening the first drawer, the Omni Hand was there. No hiding spot nor attempt to cover it up with papers, the door of his office was unlocked too. You cautiously looked about for any cameras, Eddie was a man who were mystfiying to the point many thought of him as a rumour but he does exist, he was here.
Slipping out of the office, you grabbed a nearby grab pack and rushed out now that the halls were empty. Trying to not look hurried was hard especially with many corners to swerve past with the possibility of crossing anybody and giving them a reason off the top of your head.
In spite of that, you were climbing up the ranks after Harley so they wouldn't think much of your hastened reason now that you had signifacantly more duties to fulfill.
You head on deeper downwards, you don't know how many exits and hallways you had went through but you were now here. There, there was Harley's brain. This whole premise, construction of making him into seperate parts were shocking enough and yet it was beautiful.
It made your lips part into an O shape, looking all over the place. It was grandiose like his personality, wires twisting like coils above him and the screens that were presumably for monitoring surveillance to whoever used this room.
You approached his brain, trying to reach for the glass to trace your fingers against it. However, he was high up like a god. With such a brilliant mind, it looked more like a deity to be worshipped.
"Is that a sparkle in your eye, for me?"
A TV behind Harley's brain from the numerous televisions curved around him flickered on with an averted eye. A breath was held in your throat, it couldn't be. Your steps slowly took you to this television, a grateful look in your eyes.
"Doctor Sawyer, it's you.."
He lets out a laugh that curls right at your ear, a stroke of flame going through your body for the man you adored.
"Indeed I am, don't tell me you've missed me after a time of stagnation."
Of course, you would never admit that you had thought of him one too many times so you snapped out of it. You clenched your hands, wanting to make this work. The Omni Hand was presented to him when you opened up your labcoat as well as the chip that was meant to be used for this moment.
"I don't plan to waste away being idle so I've come here with a goal."
You drew in a resolute breath.
"Doctor, the Omni Hand can remain with you for the time being because I aim to make use of the neural mapping,"
Looking through the notes, you look back at the singular entertained eye staring back at you.
"White had managed to figure out most of it but he doesn't know that I didn't share key details."
Fingers clack against the keyboard with alarming speed, wary of anybody who would see you doing such a thing like this. After all, you were just an assistant to a madman that knew no qualms on stopping when he was supposed to.
He changed from TV to TV to observe you in this body. Your body hunched forward, focused and alert to not mess up, the creases in your labcoat from redundant fidgeting and the dark circles under your eyes turning permanent principally coming from a 9-to-9er.
Silence doesn't plague the room as you ran your mouth. Almost like the worry of running out of time would lead you to not seeing him ever again. It'd be a one in a life time chance to ever see the genius doctor anytime soon.
"Using your research, I can make a backup incase anything happens. I've made White think he had made his but mine, my backup has more failsafes and more adavantage to you."
The files begin transferring to the backup, making your heart race. It went on a moderate speed, a moment where your head buzzed with anticipation. Will you succeed? You hope so, no, you will. It was a known fact that scientists fail and try again however when it comes to the key of Playtime Co, you shan't fail.
Disregarding the uploading for a minute, you typed out specifics to help with further research. The state of his prison here, the immobile robots that possess the same television look to them bare and lined up spookily.
Wordlessly, opened files pop up on the monitor as if he was helping you. Most likely, himself but he would never admit that now his assistant was so graciously lending a hand.
Then, Harley starts scoffing in delight, then a soft laughter that explodes loudly. It was normal atleast for you to hear him be amused by himself. However you couldn't help but ask since this time was crucial.
"What seems to be amusing you at the moment, Doctor?"
If he could, he would wipe the tears from his eye(s?) crinkled to what he had just digested.
"The toys had gone completely havoc.."
You swallowed down your saliva, not missing a beat.
"Is that not a normal sight, unruly children act the part."
Lights flash from the multiple screens hooked on the wall, slightly blinding you; having to cover them with your arm. The cameras showed exactly what had Harley completely tickled.
"No. They toys have gone completely havoc."
He precisely annunciates his words once again, doing less of what a narrator should do. People getting torn apart, thrown down with their insides gushing out and crimson spewing in every camera. You grew pale, walking towards the system eventhough what was on it was gruesome, the documents slipping from your hands.
"W..what is this madness? Doctor, is this-"
He talks in clinical precision.
"Yes, yes, dead bodies. Although, it's nothing like how you and I have ever seen. These experiments had staged quite the rebellion."
A buzzing rumble came from him, the source of the sound vague if it comes from him thinking or it's the general zizz of wires and computers working together.
"But surely such a distraction won't pull even my assistant away from their task at hand, wouldn't it?"
His eye narrowed to the tears of perturbation flowing down your cheeks before swiftly wiping them away and recovering the documents on the floor. Checking the upload, it was almost done.
The atmosphere of this prison felt more colder, every clink and bump of the factory makes you flinch and look over your shoulder more often. It made you squeeze the edge of the table, praying to whatever god out there no army of toys get to you before you could fulfill your plan.
Morbid curiousity couldn't keep you away from glancing away to the show of the hour getting bloodier and bloodier by the minute. What would happen to the visitors? Wouldn't this casualty affect Playtime again since the Theater Incident? It was miraculous what money could do to cover up the papers and events that unfolded. This felt more permanent though, sinister to how fast the bodies drop; more corpses the vultures could feast on.
These specimens were smart enough to linger near an exit, making your head spin. The backup could be completed and stored in a safe place where he would never truly shut down; your life was thought about next, this shouldn't be the end of you.
Those nights of starving yourself, bent over papers and chugging down coffee caught up with you, your vision starting to blur if it was not for Harley to whir throughout the transfer. At times like this, you really wished you'd sat down with your co-workers and shoveled food down your throat for sustenance.
The documents were finalised, all you needed to do was wait for the uploading and it made you antsy. You couldn't help spit out what you wanted to keep last for the Doctor.
"Doctor Sawyer?"
"Hm?"
"It was.. thrilling to work alongside with you. It disheartens me greatly that I can't work with you anymore."
That confession was straight forward, bold and bleak in a way where working with the others felt more like a circus and you were the performer strung up on a heavy line.
Except the television where his eye was had turnt to a black screen. The live footage of visitors and employees getting eaten alive was still playing and your heart races. Did your truth disinterest him? He was always one to be indifferent to things outside of his goals, were maintaning superficial bonds one of them? It should be time to throw yourself to the bigger toys because this mortification is eating you up faster than the Hour of Joy.
Regardless, there was no second to despair about embarassment when you heard the toys crawl, the Nightmare critters emerge. they giggle crassly and scatter to surround you. You shrieked, grabbing onto the backup chip and the documents in a hurry to sprint out the prison.
You ran like hell, avoiding the toys and trying not to slip against the blood that was smeared against the floor. The other critters re-surface from the Doctor's lair, their permanent expressions of pure mischief finally matching what was in their hearts.
They skitter to you excitedly, nipping at your heels as you ran for your life. It was almost comedic, something out of a cartoon when their bloody grins was anything but.
Evading another chain of them, you found yourself in the prison which was the opposite direction of the lift down. One of them jumped at you, bringing it's teeth down to your arm but you tossed it off you. Shoving the chip into your lab coat, you used the grab pack to push a building block into their faces.
The clock ticks, they slow down and you watch your back for anybody who was ready to take a chunk out of you. Many clambered to get you until you hear a heavy sound.
The door to a prison room opened and you dashed in, using all your might to close it. You took a breath not realising the TV in the corner had gleamed alive.
The iron closed on you and you look around the room to hear a farmiliar voice that sounded really pleased.
"Now, [Name], you make it sound like you'd die today.."
The door locks itself, the chaos dying down if just for a moment. The state inside this cell looked shabby. Countless scratch marks across the padded floors and walls with the mattress bitten, cotton popping out the seams.
Quivery legs led to the unchewed part of the mattress, sitting there and thinking about your fate here in this rotten cell. You did your best not to breakdown, responding to his claim.
"I'm powerless. Especially against specimens that would surely remember me, out for my blood.. and bones.."
He lets out a snarky scoff.
"I won't let them."
The grab pack you had was ripped off your shoulders, fatigue taking over your body. Getting around the factory for observation and assessment should've been easy for your stamina though sitting at your desk most of the time had proven to hold you down as a result.
Harley watches you with such stillness, not that he had much of a body anyways. Fluttering your eyelashes, you gazed up; expectant of his words.
"Shall we continue where we left off? Something about.. you being saddened on not being able to work with me anymore?"
So that was what he was thinking about. Your face warms indubitably, turning your back to him with a curled hand to your face. The grin in his voice was just so audible. This tragic hour was almost forgotten just by conversing with him.
