Not everything is as it seems.

An RP blog for both Poppy Playtime and FNAF characters. The blog is currently a WIP

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Hello and welcome to my little corner. Here you can find muses for Poppy Playtime and Five Nights at Freddys. Things are still under construction so this post will periodically change to match what has been done, and to remind me of what needs to be worked on. Some info on the mun of the blog: You can call me Vulcan or Vulcan-mun. This is a very old internet nickname that has just kind of stuck to me. I am 20+ but nothing spicy will be happening on the blog for obvious reasons. I am just an anxious person. I promise I am more afraid of reaching out to you than anything. I do have ADHD so if I have a lot going on I might forget to reply. A reminder after a couple of days is always appriciated if I miss something. I am currently going back to college so that might keep me busy every so often.

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Poppy Playtime muses

Things to work on:

Add links to this post

Add Charlie to the muse list

Add more of the Nightmare Critters

Add more FNAF characters

Write up HCs where appropriate

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@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]

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."

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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]

She gave a dark laugh over Lockheart saying what it looked like outside of this dingy room.

"I wasn't confined here for ten years, Mr. Lockheart. I know how bad it is. I've seen my fair share of Hell. Frankly, I'm surprised at who is still alive here."

If he was going to take her, she would probably have to piggyback to his side or directly over the Grab Pack on his back. She used her good hand to undo the belt holding her upright in her wheelchair.

"We'll need this if you're going to cart me around." she offered. "There's more in the medical wing in Home Sweet Home." She gave a sharp grunt in pain as she tried to be comfortable. "I'll do my best to not be a burden. Where are we headed? I know some short cuts."

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Hearing her made him look away for a moment. She was right. This place was hell even before the event known as The Hour of Joy. That one moment was just the worst of it all. And this woman had to survive all of it up to now. If it had been him he would have died a long time ago by his own hand.

When he looked back he saw Gemma undo the belt, so he knelt down to make it easier to grab onto him.

"Gotta clear some gas to get to the next section. Some place Poppy called Safe Haven? No idea what we'll find down there, but..." He knew who would be waiting there for them. And the thought running into that monster was terrifying.

"Anyway, we can make a stop at the medical wing here. If there's anything you need for yourself than point it out."

[drgemmadawnnightingale]

She was grateful for the help. Undoing the belt with one hand was harder than she thought. But once she was freed from the wheelchair, she kept holding the belt in her hand.

"I may have to ride piggy back the rest of the way." she explained. "I'm not sure how else you can carry me and keep both hands free. Here." she offered the belt. "I can stay secure with this tied on, but if you need more slack, we can get another belt from medical."

She took in a deep breath. It had been a while since she engaged in this much interaction, and she was starting to feel tired.

"Clearing gas? In the production zone? I know a little about it, and I'll try to help. We have allies in Safe Haven, but... convincing them to let us in is going to be tricky."

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He gave a nod and did his best to help secure her to himself. If he had been smart and brought some food and water with him he would have happily given them up. Hopefully Safe Haven would have something to help nurse her back. Might not be back fully, but something to give her more energy and get her looking a little healthier.

"If they refuse than...there one other...person who might be willing to lend us some help." Though relying on that bastard was more than a shot in the dark. It would be like making a shot in the dark after being a hundred times. "We'll see when we get there. On the bright side, you got someone to talk to. And hey, maybe we swing by the gift shop and get ya somethin' nice."

He wasn't much for jokes, and this was his best attempt at it. Something to try and get her spirits up.

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@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]

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."

[lost-to-science]

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]

She gave a dark laugh over Lockheart saying what it looked like outside of this dingy room.

"I wasn't confined here for ten years, Mr. Lockheart. I know how bad it is. I've seen my fair share of Hell. Frankly, I'm surprised at who is still alive here."

If he was going to take her, she would probably have to piggyback to his side or directly over the Grab Pack on his back. She used her good hand to undo the belt holding her upright in her wheelchair.

"We'll need this if you're going to cart me around." she offered. "There's more in the medical wing in Home Sweet Home." She gave a sharp grunt in pain as she tried to be comfortable. "I'll do my best to not be a burden. Where are we headed? I know some short cuts."

[lost-to-science]

Hearing her made him look away for a moment. She was right. This place was hell even before the event known as The Hour of Joy. That one moment was just the worst of it all. And this woman had to survive all of it up to now. If it had been him he would have died a long time ago by his own hand.

When he looked back he saw Gemma undo the belt, so he knelt down to make it easier to grab onto him.

"Gotta clear some gas to get to the next section. Some place Poppy called Safe Haven? No idea what we'll find down there, but..." He knew who would be waiting there for them. And the thought running into that monster was terrifying.

"Anyway, we can make a stop at the medical wing here. If there's anything you need for yourself than point it out."

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16. What would you consider a fate worse than death?

--For Lockhart and Sawyer!

Lockhart knew the answer to that. Death was a mercy compared to what he knew could happen. "Ending up on one those tables and used for an experiment. Call me a hypocrite if you want, but i ain't gonna let myself end up like that."

Sawyer knew exactly what would be worse than death. Because he had experienced it. "To be forgotten. My name SHOULD stand as one of the pillars of the scientific community. To not achieve that would be worse than just dying."

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I'd tell Dr. Harley Sawyer what the fuck is wrong with him, but I think Elliot's rejection letter says it all for me.

"And what, pray tell, is it that you think you know? Is it that Elliot could not recognize true genius when he saw? That he felt threatened by me? That, in the end, he was a FAILURE of a father, teacher, and scientist?"

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Anonymously tell my muse what the fuck is wrong with them.

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Difficult Questions for Muses

Please remember to use trigger warnings as and when necessary. | Please specify for multimuses which muse the question is for.

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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@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?"

[thesurvivingcritters]

It had been a normal afternoon for Rich, well about a normal as his (new?) life could be. Wrangle all the kids together, help them burn their energy off long enough for Delilah to make them all lunch, and then bring her embroidery kit outside to her favorite chair on the porch so she could get a break.

God, he never thought he'd miss this creaky old porch. Absence did really make the heart grow fonder, didn't it? Turning his head to catch Delilah smiling at him through the window, her smile lines and crows feet around her eyes showing him the aging he never got to experience with her, proved enough that it truly did make his heart grow fonder.

Rich was only brought out of his reverie when he heard a car door close just behind him, watching as Delilah's smile faded, her eyes drifting to where the sound occurred. Hearing a voice he didn't recognize call out to him, his orange and yellow curls whipping around with him.

"S' my name," Rich tells the stranger, raising a dubious brow while his muscles tense up. How did he know who Rich was? How did he know where he lived?

Why was he here?

"Who wants to know? Don't think we've met before..."

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"We haven't." His tone and inflection revealed his confusion as he opened the manila folder he held and stared at it. Specifically the order to have Richard Lovitz be used as one of the experiments. As far as Lockhart knew, the process was permanent. So, how the hell could this man be both alive and dead?

"If you don't mind, I'm going to be blunt here. I came here today to officially report your death to your wife. See, I'm a P.I. and I've been very busy trying to bring closure to families that had loved ones in Playtime Co. on the day the factory closed. Your wife was last on that list simply because of how hard it was to find evidence of your demise."

He closed the folder he had in his hands and held it up. He didn't dare approach right now. Not until he was certain that he would be welcomed further onto the property. He had more than enough scars to remind him not everyone was receptive to a stranger approaching them.

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(Sorry for just disappearing. After Poppy Playtime Chapter 5 released I really lost muse. IDK why, at 3 am, it's come back but it has. Replies soon)

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@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]

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."

[lost-to-science]

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.

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@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.

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@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?"

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(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)

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(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)

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

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"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?"

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"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.

[drgemmadawnnightingale]

"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?"

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"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?"

[drgemmadawnnightingale]

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."

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"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.