Not everything is as it seems.

@drgemmadawnnightingale Lile for a starter

Gerald had come back to the factory. It was hell and despite knowing what had been here he didn't expect anything. At least not to find the toys still alive. First it was Huggy at the entrance because of course that's what The Prototype used for a door man. Than came Mommy Longlegs. She clearly still held a grudge against him for not doing jack shit for her or the kids.

And now he was hear in Playcare with CatNap stalking around. That would be bad enough, but the person and he found and the shape she was in? He couldn't believe it. Especially because this woman was the one damn person who had a heart. And this is the thanks she got for it?!

"What...What happened to you doc?" Despite his anger the words came out soft and somber.

Seeing Gerald Lockheart again after years was a bit of a shock. So this was Poppy's angel? She picked a good one. Anyone else probably wouldn't have made it to Playcare in one piece.

"I did my best to bring Catnap around to what was happening." she confessed, raising her good arm as she gestured to herself and her injuries. "The Prototype is his god... and this is what he does to heretics, no matter who they are or were." She put her hand down as she started to grunt in pain.

"But not all the toys are like this, Mr. Lockheart. Not everyone is under the Prototype's control. I..." She closed her good eye as another sting of pain pierced through her head. "...I want to help you save them. If you're willing."

#drgemmadawnnightingale #verse; behind the flower #investigative dog (ic)

Of course. This woman was in this horrid state and all she was concerned with was saving others. He'd never understand that kind of selfless nature. Everyone wanted something, and he was no different. His motivation had always been money and Leith paid good. Now? Now he was here just to clear his own conscious.

"We can save who we can." Carrying her and the Grab-Pack would be difficult. But with her in this state she was likely much lighter than before.

"I can carry you out of here but you'll have to hold on the best you can. I can probably wrap something around to help support your weight but..." He knew how much this woman had once cared for CatNap, and he probably wasn't going to just let them walk out of here. Than there was the mystery ally Ollie.

"Listen doc, from here on you're going to see...a lot. Hell, you might even have to see some of the toys you cared about die. Mommy Longlegs...she got caught in a grinder. Huggy is probably worse for wear right now, and the further down we go the worse things will get. And DogDay..." The less said about that the better.

This whole journey has just been a nightmare. And he was the one who helped create it. The blood of everyone who had been in the factory was on his hands just as much as anyone else's. So if those kids were, by some miracle, still alive than he was going to make damn sure they got out. That included anyone who was still alive after all of this.

@drgemmadawnnightingale Lile for a starter

Gerald had come back to the factory. It was hell and despite knowing what had been here he didn't expect anything. At least not to find the toys still alive. First it was Huggy at the entrance because of course that's what The Prototype used for a door man. Than came Mommy Longlegs. She clearly still held a grudge against him for not doing jack shit for her or the kids.

And now he was hear in Playcare with CatNap stalking around. That would be bad enough, but the person and he found and the shape she was in? He couldn't believe it. Especially because this woman was the one damn person who had a heart. And this is the thanks she got for it?!

"What...What happened to you doc?" Despite his anger the words came out soft and somber.

#drgemmadawnnightingale #verse; behind the flower #investigative dog (ic)

@thesurvivingcritters liked for a starter

Lockhart had been going around finding those he could. He never let that factory rest. He couldn't. Too many people died there and he couldn't do anything other than help cover it up because Leith fucking Pierre still had him tied to a rope. But now? Now he could get some closure. Help others get closure. It was what he had been doing for years. Tracking down people who had friends or family disappear in there.

His final stop brought him to the house of a widower. He didn't have much left of the money that Playtime Co. had paid him, but he'd make sure this woman got what was left. At least that was the plan until he saw her husband, Richard Lovitz, outside the house. So he pulled up and got out a look of disbelief on the P.I.s face.

"Mr. Lovitz?"

#verse; ???#thesurvivingcritters #investigative dog (ic)

(Working on the starters rn, but i am curious if anyone else is having issues with discord rn. Because I can't do anything there rn)

(Gonna start to slowly come back. For now Gerald Lockhart is the only muse I will be using until further notice so give this a like for a starter with him)

(Semester is almost over. When it is I'll finally be able to make time to slowly come back to this blog)

"So, this is where you work?" (Trying out Gerad Lockhart)

"Yep." Gemma chirped. Her office was roughly the size of Stella Greyber's to accommodate any BBI toys that needed to come in. The walls were a calming indigo, the floor was plush carpet for bare feet, and for sitting were plush chairs, a couple of bean bags, and a stereotypical couch for someone to lie down on. There was also a bookshelf on one wall, a box of non-living toys in another corner, and of course Gemma's desk and computer just up against a fake window.

"It may look off brand for Playtime, but I put comfort above all others. Have a seat. Can I get you some water or something to snack on?"

"Sorry but this is more of my official work." He was impressed with the room though. He just didn't know if this woman truly did care, or was like the rest of the people working here. Something he should look further into when he had the time.

"I'm just here to ask a few questions, get some information from you, and than I'll be gone." He took out a notebook and slid out the pen that he kept in the rings of it before he began to note a few things before looking at her. "First, I'd like to know how well you know doctor Harley Sawyer." He emphasized the name with a little bit of disdain.

"Oh, Dr. Sawyer?" She wasn't expecting this meeting to be about him. "Well, only what he tells me. We do work together, and we get along alright, but he doesn't talk about himself much. Unless it's about work."

She paused for a moment.

"Why? Did something happen?"

"I am not at liberty to discuss the details of my investigation at this time." His tone was neutral, and he said it so naturally that it was as if he had said it a thousand times. Anytime he had to look into an incident he got the same few questions.

"Have you ever known doctor Sawyer to be lax, irresponsible, or negligent in his duties when it comes to the proper containment of the experiments?"

His stark professionalism gave her a bit of pause. It almost felt like talking to the police. Or a lawyer. Perhaps he was an investigator? Or an "axe man?" Still, it was best to keep honest.

"I think he passes on containment to his assistants." Gemma gave a half-frown, resting a couple of fingers on her chin as she thought. "As far as I'm aware, he locks up the room to experiments during their six week adjustment period daily but afterward leaves the security to... well, security." She gave a small chuckle at that, but kept her words in a serious tone.

"I'm not there for the process, I just read what's in the files after the fact."

#drgemmadawnnightingale #verse; before the hour #investigative dog (ic)

"Right. And based on what you have seen and read would you say that his leadership has led to any injuries or deaths?" The formalities of these things was the worst part of the job. He already made observations, and drew some conclusions on that. All he was doing now was gathering up what those who work with him had to say. This woman was one of the first people he was doing this with, but something about her demeanor was different from the people he usually interacted with.

Along with that the office was clearly designed for accommodation in mind for the proper size of some of the experiments. Than again there was another who came off friendly, but was awful deep within.

"So, this is where you work?" (Trying out Gerad Lockhart)

"Yep." Gemma chirped. Her office was roughly the size of Stella Greyber's to accommodate any BBI toys that needed to come in. The walls were a calming indigo, the floor was plush carpet for bare feet, and for sitting were plush chairs, a couple of bean bags, and a stereotypical couch for someone to lie down on. There was also a bookshelf on one wall, a box of non-living toys in another corner, and of course Gemma's desk and computer just up against a fake window.

"It may look off brand for Playtime, but I put comfort above all others. Have a seat. Can I get you some water or something to snack on?"

"Sorry but this is more of my official work." He was impressed with the room though. He just didn't know if this woman truly did care, or was like the rest of the people working here. Something he should look further into when he had the time.

"I'm just here to ask a few questions, get some information from you, and than I'll be gone." He took out a notebook and slid out the pen that he kept in the rings of it before he began to note a few things before looking at her. "First, I'd like to know how well you know doctor Harley Sawyer." He emphasized the name with a little bit of disdain.

"Oh, Dr. Sawyer?" She wasn't expecting this meeting to be about him. "Well, only what he tells me. We do work together, and we get along alright, but he doesn't talk about himself much. Unless it's about work."

She paused for a moment.

"Why? Did something happen?"

#drgemmadawnnightingale #investigative dog (ic)#verse; before the hour

"I am not at liberty to discuss the details of my investigation at this time." His tone was neutral, and he said it so naturally that it was as if he had said it a thousand times. Anytime he had to look into an incident he got the same few questions.

"Have you ever known doctor Sawyer to be lax, irresponsible, or negligent in his duties when it comes to the proper containment of the experiments?"

"So, this is where you work?" (Trying out Gerad Lockhart)

"Yep." Gemma chirped. Her office was roughly the size of Stella Greyber's to accommodate any BBI toys that needed to come in. The walls were a calming indigo, the floor was plush carpet for bare feet, and for sitting were plush chairs, a couple of bean bags, and a stereotypical couch for someone to lie down on. There was also a bookshelf on one wall, a box of non-living toys in another corner, and of course Gemma's desk and computer just up against a fake window.

"It may look off brand for Playtime, but I put comfort above all others. Have a seat. Can I get you some water or something to snack on?"

#investigative dog (ic)#verse; before the hour #drgemmadawnnightingale #(thanks! gonna be a bit before I'm fully back in it)

"Sorry but this is more of my official work." He was impressed with the room though. He just didn't know if this woman truly did care, or was like the rest of the people working here. Something he should look further into when he had the time.

"I'm just here to ask a few questions, get some information from you, and than I'll be gone." He took out a notebook and slid out the pen that he kept in the rings of it before he began to note a few things before looking at her. "First, I'd like to know how well you know doctor Harley Sawyer." He emphasized the name with a little bit of disdain.

(With chapter 5 of PPT out gonna be coming back, revamping things, and building out my AU. Will start by bringing in characters I want to try out, but I may end up with a smaller muse list than I initially wanted)

Difficult Questions for Muses

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Do you think that you’re a good person?

Do others like you? Do you want others to like you?

What do you think others like or admire about you?

How do you know when you’re in love? (romantic or platonic)

Would you or have you ever killed? What would drive you to kill?

Do you think that killing is ever justified?

Have you ever done anything that you feel to be very morally wrong?

Should all people be treated as equal and have the same rights?

If you committed a crime, would you accept punishment willingly?

Is suicide ever the right choice?

Is euthanasia ever the right choice?

Is it right to have an intimate relationship with somebody you don’t love?

What could make you break your own moral code?

Have you ever doubted your own beliefs? (Spiritual, philosophical)

Would you always be loyal to your loved ones even if they wronged you?

What would you consider a fate worse than death?

Why do you love the person or people you love? (romantic or platonic)

Do you agree with capital punishment?

Could you ever forgive your worst enemy?

What would you like to achieve before you die?

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What does their bedroom look like?

Do they have any daily rituals?

Do they exercise, and if so, what do they do? How often?

What would they do if they needed to make dinner but the kitchen was busy?

Cleanliness habits (personal, workspace, etc.)

Eating habits and sample daily menu

Favorite way to waste time and feelings surrounding wasting time

Favorite indulgence and feelings surrounding indulging

Makeup?

Neuroses? Do they recognize them as such?

Intellectual pursuits?

Favorite book genre?

Sexual Orientation? And, regardless of own orientation, thoughts on sexual orientation in general?

Physical abnormalities? (Both visible and not, including injuries/disabilities, long-term illnesses, food intolerances, etc.)

Biggest and smallest short-term goals?

Biggest and smallest long-term goals?

Preferred mode of dress and rituals surrounding dress

Favorite beverage?

What do they think about before falling asleep at night?

Childhood illnesses? Any interesting stories behind them?

Turn-ons? Turn-offs?

Given a blank piece of paper, a pencil, and nothing to do, what would happen?

How organized are they? How does this organization/disorganization manifest in their everyday life?

Is there one subject of study that they excel at? Or do they even care about intellectual pursuits at all?

How do they see themselves 5 years from today?

Do they have any plans for the future? Any contingency plans if things don’t work out?

What is their biggest regret?

Who do they see as their best friend? Their worst enemy?

Reaction to sudden extrapersonal disaster (example: The house is on fire! What do they do?)

Reaction to sudden intrapersonal disaster (example: a close family member suddenly dies). Most prized possession?

Thoughts on material possessions in general?

Concept of home and family?

Thoughts on privacy? (Are they a private person, or are they prone to ‘TMI’?)

What activities do they enjoy, but consider to be a waste of time?

What makes them feel guilty?

Are they more analytical or more emotional in their decision-making?

What recharges them when they’re feeling drained?

Would you say that they have a superiority complex? Inferiority-complex? Neither?

How misanthropic are they?

Hobbies?

How far did they get in formal education? What are their views on formal education vs self-education?

Religion?

Superstitions or views on the occult?

Do they express their thoughts through words or deeds?

If they were to fall in love, who (or what) is their ideal?

How do they express love?

If this person were to get into a fist fight, what is their fighting style like?

Is this person afraid of dying? Why or why not?

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(I'm ready to come back even though I don't have all the stuff planned out. Will find some memes to try and get back into the swing)