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I tend to write OC X Canon, General Reader X Canon, and so on and so forth as long as the characters are adults. Everything I write is mainly canon adjacent and can change as new evidence is revealed.
If you are interested, I have an OC for Poppy Playtime that explores the "human turned into a doll" experience with little knowledge of what's going on, as well as an expanded toy line, which can also have potential to lean into Reader X Canon situations.
-Jacquelyn Napier (WIP) - A suspicious, slightly unhinged Playcare councilor hired by Stella who scares the absolute crap out of the adults in charge, though the kids seem to love her despite her making some questionable decisions around them, i.e. having kids fight each other with Playtime's version of Sock 'Em Boppers just to get them to tire themselves out.
-The Lovebraids Family line (Pretty much a Barbie ripoff, though Lily is considered the "Barbie" of the group): Dahlia Lovebraids (eldest sister), Aster Lovebraids (Older brother), Cosmos Lovebraids (younger brother)
I'll write any Canon Character head canons, Harley Sawyer (absolute fav), Leith Pierre, Stella Greyber, Eddie Ritterman, Poppy, The Prototype, any of the experiments, etc. I will keep all characters as close to canon as possible.
The Player will probably be from my point of view given their nature in the game, though I can write for specific Players if prompted.
This blog will make a lot of references to 90s media with mixed comedy as most of the stories so far take place right before and right after the Hour of Joy. If I think it's something obscure, I'll have a link ready to explain the item/event/media.
Rules for future requests will be posted whenever I feel like it but atm, almost everything is game. XD I do reserve the right to ignore or delete asks I am not comfortable answering. I am open to role play. I'll leave anon on due to experience with users who are shy about asking questions.
Hate will be met with mockery. I've been at this for years and it takes a LOT to get under my skin. If you use bullying to make yourself feel better, this writer might make you feel worse about yourself. Treat me how you want to be treated and I'll reciprocate.
Harley: *working on an experiment with his back to the door*
Jacq: *voice echoing from the next room* Oh. Hello. *pause* No... No... Don't even think about it. Stop. I see that butt wiggle. You're not slick... Stop it. No! Bad kitty- DOWN KITTY!
**Yarnaby roars and crashing follows with Jacq yelling demands then in pain, which makes the mechanical vessel nearly break the scalpel in his hand and move quickly toward the door**
Harley: *groans* Oh no, YARNABY-!
**Before he makes it to the door, desperate hissing and scampering of metal claws against the floor makes him stop and Yarnaby comes bounding into the lab before hiding behind him, holding his paw up with a whine while shaking**
Harley: What-?! Yarnaby, what is wrong with you-? What happened?
Jacq: *stumbles into view, arm limp at her side, looking like a tornado hit her and Yarnaby hides his face behind Harley's cloak. Jacq wipes her mouth, revealing cracking at the sides, giving her a slight Glasgow smile with red liquid oozing from it which now stained across her lips* I bit him back.
Harley: You what-?
Jacq: He bit me, so I bit him back.
Harley: And you broke your mask again. Wonderful.
Jacq: Yeah... *pulls her shirt side to show a massive curved bite in the shoulder and chest deep enough to make cracks in the plastic* I'm also going to need some filler... No rush.
Harley: *sighs hard, pinching a non-existent nose bridge, becoming increasingly angry* I just fixed that area! *throws his hand toward the corner* Yarnaby, go lay down!
Yarnaby: *chatters before growling toward Jacq as he wanders off to a corner decorated in the corpses of Nightmare Critters and flops down with a huff* >B[
Jacq: *heads over to an empty table and hops on, scoffs* Oh, hush, you overgrown skein. I've dealt with kittens spicier than you. You're lucky you're cute.
Harley: *grumbles as he gathers some items to bring over* This is ridiculous!
Jacq: Hey, don't get angry with me. I didn't do anything this time. You're the one letting that rainbow cotton ball wander without a leash.
Harley: "This time." As if next time won't be your doing?
Jacq: *grins, widening the smile injury* You know me so well!
(Honestly, at this point, Jacq and Harley's relationship makes me think of scenes from Death Becomes Her between Bruce Willis and Meryl Streep when he's trying to hide the fact she's dead by repairing her body XD)
Harley Sawyer X Yarnaby's FAVORITE Security Guard!Reader Pt. 2
Part 1
-Upon acknowledging that his obsessive need to have the new guard torn apart for interrupting Yarnaby's conditioning has ventured into something more aggressively affectionate, Sawyer subtly starts allowing the guard to be around him more without complaint while still playing up the hate toward everyone else.
-Sawyer also starts taking candid photos of them to look at throughout the shifts, mainly to figure out what has changed, though he finds that the pictures help him get through otherwise sluggish days. If someone catches a glimpse of the photos and asks about them, he simply replies "blackmail," which isn't surprising since he's done that to others within the company before, including Leith.
-He's also gone out of his way to match his shifts to theirs, but pouts when they either can't make it or switches shifts with another guard last minute. Sawyer finds that he adores having the nights where the guard is usually alone, knowing no one would disturb them. It gives him... ideas. He just has a hard time coming up with plausible justifications to be around them naturally unless it has something to do with Yarnaby... who will probably "escape" several times during those nights or Sawyer starts training Yarnaby to follow him around to make the guard come to him. He's finding it even harder to get them to stay otherwise and chalks it up to being intimidating.
-With Yarnaby as a lure, Sawyer now has to figure out how to talk to the guard without sounding arrogant and boastful since he notices it doesn't get him their attention. It goes straight to Yarnaby and they "yes" him to death to get him to shut up.
-When made aware that the guard has called out due to sickness, Sawyer suddenly finds that he has business near the security dorms. What that business is, he won't elaborate to anyone, but a feverish guard might wake to find his shadowy form standing over them, just staring menacingly. If he's holding a pillow, the guard thinks Sawyer has finally snapped and this is how they die... only to be confused when he uses it to elevate their head. His excuse for being there? To see if the guard caught anything from the experiments. He is a doctor, after all. Just ignore the fact he's a neurosurgeon and not a general practitioner.
-The guard isn't stupid and sees the slow escalation on Sawyer's part over their time there. This could be considered an HR issue, but they know HR in Playtime is like walking into a shredder. You're only hurting yourself.
-When it's time for the guard to go back to their original post, Sawyer throws one hell of a fit. Losing full access to them leads him to destroying an observation room then blaming it on Yarnaby who had been relaxing in the corner when caught. It would be incredibly difficult for him to justify going to their original area and he's nowhere near ready for anyone to know that he's fully embraced his crush, not even the guard. Perhaps threatening their superior with Yarnaby will have them sent back to where they belong, where he can access them whenever he wants. They're his, after all.
Harley Sawyer X Yarnaby's FAVORITE Security Guard!Reader
-During the first attempt at isolation to make Yarnaby less docile and more aggressive to those around him, a security guard from another area is moved to Yarnaby's section after a spat with their lead. Yarnaby has been a menace recently, putting several employees either in the medical wing or in body bags, much to Sawyer's delight.
-Though it was never outright stated, the punishment was meant for the guard to have to deal with Sawyer for a few months, not Yarnaby, with how much everyone hated The Doctor and his attitude. This also meant dealing with Sawyer letting random experiments loose on the floor at night to see who survived to get them used to human flesh. Unfortunately for Sawyer, the security guard is actually very competent at their job, using various creative methods to put the experiments back into their holding areas without harming them or anyone else.
-The security guard, much like the others, doesn't know that the experiments are orphans from Playcare, but rather just crazy toy inventions given life in hopes of using them for the factory.
-Yarnaby's affection toward this guard drove Sawyer to obsessively target them specifically, wanting nothing more than for Yarnaby to tear their throat out for having the audacity to interfere with his isolation plan.
-One of the guards was pinned to the ground during one of Yarnaby's escapes and nearly had his face bitten off. Luckily, this happened during lunch and the new guard quickly tossed a peanut butter covered cracker into the rainbow lion's gaping maw which stopped the attack immediately. This resulted in Yarnaby sitting in a corner of the lunch room, happily licking his chops calmly for an hour. Yarnaby now looks for treats from the guard when they're around.
-Another escape saw the guard alone one night with Yarnaby stalking the halls. The guard was able to lead the giant plushie back to his cell using a squeaky toy while hiding behind corners and bolting when Yarnaby got close enough. Sawyer entered that morning, sure that the new guard was dead, only to find them doing a crossword in the observation room while Yarnaby played fetch with himself with the toy behind glass and it immediately soured Sawyer's mood for the rest of the day.
-Any time Yarnaby is out and about or in a mood, the rest of the security team sends the new guard in while hiding in one of the more secure rooms. Thanks to the guard, maulings via Yarnaby had decreased significantly.
-Yarnaby is fascinated by the guard singing to themself and will get close enough to the glass to scare the bejeezus out of them when they happen to glance back at him. He tilts his head left and right like a dog figuring out a noise, before trying to replicate it with his lullaby voice box.
-At some point, the guard will start playing 80s, early 90s cartoons for Yarnaby to entertain him in the middle of the night. This would result in the two cuddling together with a blanket at the end of the guard's shift once Yarnaby seems content when they're in his vicinity.
-Because Sawyer is a dick and the guard starts picking up on the targeting, they mess with his things when he isn't looking. Small stuff first. Sawyer just set his coffee cup down and left the room to retrieve something? It shows up on the opposite side of the room where Sawyer had passed earlier, making The Doctor think he misplaced it himself. Sometimes, he would turn away only for the guard to pass by, pick up the mug and place it on the other end of the desk so when Sawyer goes back to pick it up, he's grasping at air. Next, his pens go missing entirely and the guard beings to collect them in their desk before sticking them in the ceiling above Sawyer's work station to see when he'd notice them. Then Sawyer finds sticky notes in his own handwriting that he does not remember writing because the guard learned how to replicate his handwriting and the way he talks to make the notes seem genuine. Sawyer starts wondering if there's a gas leak since the guard is slick enough to get in and out without him seeing them, mostly due to his tunnel vision toward his work. The other guards get a kick out of this, watching it in real time via the cameras with the silent agreement that these moments will be erased immediately if Sawyer catches on and wants to check the cameras.
-The guard will never show Sawyer that he got under their skin once they realize his dislike of them. They pretty much "kill him with kindness" when he's being crotchety toward them. They're practically the only one who does that to him on the floor. It even extends to them getting his food and coffee orders from the assistants who are terrified of facing him, making sure they're correct, and dropping it off to him, so it makes him look crazy for complaining about them doing it. The other guards warn them that if he ever "returns the favor" to never eat/drink what he gives them because it's either laced with cyanide or spiked and they're going to wake up on an operating table under his knife. His hatred for them is quite apparent to everyone around them.
-One of Sawyer's colleagues calls him out on his behavior, especially after it becomes crystal clear that Sawyer gets extremely jealous when Dr. White talked to/about the guard, wondering aloud if he was masking a massive crush with intense hatred. This makes Sawyer go off the handle while denying it. He's not a child and "crushes are childish." The colleagues start asking him questions about the guard and he answers them each with confidence only to realize he knows a lot of intimate details about them via obsessive stalking. Of course, he still denies it to those around him, those details mean nothing, but it does make him think.
On lunch break atm, (work overnights) and I happened across a song that fits Ollie/The Prototype very well.
As for the "staring right into the sun" part, it could be a painted sun on the ceiling of his cell, perhaps while laying on the floor before he started to make alterations to himself.
Lyrics:
Looking in the eyes of a broken dream
Another new plan torn at the seams
(And) I don't know if it's all been me
Or someone else pulling at my strings
Living everyday like it's on repeat
Another played out dead end routine
Stuck in place as the walls close in
Plotting out my escape again
Crawling my way from a prison cell
No one can save me but myself
I know there's something more that I'm missing
(Hoping to find my place somewhere)
Staring right into the sun
Looking for the ending before it's begun
I just need a reason to bleed
It feels like my heart's going numb
I'm losing my place when I gave it all
It's Pushing my back up against the wall
When it takes everything to survive
It's hard enough just to feel alive
Every new scar that I try to hide
I need a way out but I'm out of time
I know there's something
holding me here at the bottom
(Hoping to find my place somewhere)
Staring right into the sun
Looking for the ending before it's begun
I just need a reason to bleed
It feels like my heart's going numb
The hues quickly change in my eyes
Kaleidoscope visions invade my mind
Leaving perception behind
Going blind now
Turn the lights out
Turn the Lights out as it fades to black now
I can't breathe help me crawl my way back out
This silence keeps screaming so loud
Going blind now, turn the lights out!
Staring right into the sun
Looking for the ending before it's begun
I just need a reason to bleed
It feels like my heart's going numb
Staring right into the sun (Staring right into)
Looking for the ending before it's begun (The ending before it's begun)
I just need a reason to bleed
It feels like my heart's going numb
Hearts going numb.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Takes place right after the reveal in Chapter 5. Harley's backup is found and the Player has to carry his monitor and tower connected to a large battery to the next area. When they stumble upon a prepared vessel and reconnect it, the Player accidentally finds out the hard way that The Doctor has not found an outlet to relieve "build up" and it causes his sadistic side to rear its head.
Player is in red, Harley is in purple, and Giblet is in orange.
Harley X Player/Reader. Player/Reader is gender neutral.
Marking this NSFW. Wire play, physical assault, adult themes, sexual themes, threat of torture, psychological torture, yada yada. Can't handle these, you better skip it. Minors DNI.
“Look, you either get in the Glowby or stay here. I am not carrying a heavy computer monitor around!”
“Well, you won’t get very far, otherwise. Without the Omni Hand, I can’t access anything remotely. You will have to plug me in manually.”
“Which is why I suggested using the Glowby! Why are you making this so difficult?! Get in the fucking Glowby, Sawyer!”
“Please, I have dignity. I will not degrade myself by transferring my consciousness into such a flimsy toy.”
“Butcher, I don’t think we have time to waste here. There’s no telling what the Prototype is going to do to Poppy! We might just have to do it his way.”
“FFFFFF-!”
You grunt as you slowly carry the computer monitor, the tower, and a battery through the Data Center to find the next area.Â
“Now, was that so hard? Just don’t drop me.”
“Shut up. The moment something starts chasing me, I’m chucking you at it.”
“I doubt we should run into any trouble down here so soon.” Giblet sighs.Â
“Huggy and Kissy are out of commission,” you growl, jostling the Doctor to get a better grip. “The Prototype ran them through, like he did me. I don’t know if they’re down for the count… but we still have the Outimals to worry about… ”
“You let me handle that. The Prototype should be preoccupied at the moment so we shouldn't have to worry about a surprise visit from him. Focus on getting the Doctor to the next station. Wait,” he pauses and glances around, his ears perking. “Did you hear that?”
You stop and listen hard. You are sure you didn’t hear anything.
“No…”
“I think Chum is nearby…”
Giblet limps quickly toward a nearby vent, his ears twitching as if listening for something you can’t hear.
“Let’s ditch him. He’s clearly dead weight.”
“I’ll ditch you faster. At least he has a taser.”
You glance up to see Giblet open the vent with his eyes on you.
“Look, keep going. I’ll meet back up with you after I talk to Chum. I have some questions I want to ask him about how things have gone so far. Mainly concerning him,” the inside-out toy nods toward Harley. “Stay safe until then.”
“All right,” you nod in return. “You too.”
“Finally. I thought he’d never leave…”
“I swear to whatever is listening, Sawyer, I’m about to drop you. I need to find a rolling cart or something. You are getting heavy.”
“Impossible. Your arms are merely getting tired.”
Mumbling to yourself, you push on through long, winding halls of the data center, only pausing when you come upon a discarded robotic vessel that matches the ones Harley used when you destroyed his brain, only its cloak was removed and tossed to the side. It laid against the wall, head down with its arms limp at its side. Several inches of dust coated its screen and metallic surface.
“Oh, look at that. There is one down here.”
“Good, I can plug you into that and you can carry your own weight.”
You lightly toss the monitor aside before moving to inspect the body. From the look of it, some of the wires had been pulled from the box on its chest and head but didn’t seem damaged beyond that. Did a technician do this?
“Too bad I don’t have the knowledge to fix it and you, Germ, are useless cognitively.”
“Shove it sideways, Sawyer,” you scoff. “If it means I can stop carrying you, I’m at least going to try.”
“You can, but I doubt you are capable-” he mocks, but goes silent when you straddle the vessel’s hips for a better position to work on it. “... … …”
His sudden silence makes you glance back at him and you find him staring with a wide eye.
“What?”
The eye immediately darts away.
“N-Nothing.”
“Then shut up and let me work. It might not be as bad as it looks..”
You carefully begin to go through the wires on its chest, one by one plugging them into matching colors, all while ignoring the eye staring at you, darting back and forth from your hands on its chest to where your hips meet the vessel’s. Your hips shifted some, seeking a more comfortable position to work with, causing Harley to mutter.
“Must you… do that, Germ?”
“Yes, now hush. I need to concentrate… That seems to be in order…” you murmur, closing the chest piece, then turning your attention to the wires under the head and continuing to work. “Huh, this feels more like plugging in a DVD player than anything complicated. We may have gotten lucky here…”
“You don’t say…” he grunts.
“Maybe the technicians had this ready in case they needed to access your backup. It's very "Plug and Play".”
“... … … It’s… plausible…”
You tilt the head back as far as it would allow with the screen facing the ceiling so you could better see what you were doing. Harley let out a strangled noise while watching you lean up with your body now resting against the vessel’s but you ignore it. The pupil of his eye is shaking now as it watches you closely, as if making sure not to get caught. You miss the sound of restrained ragged breathing over your own muttering.
“Don’t…”
“Got it. Okay. That should be the last one,” you huff, quickly getting up to grab the monitor, tower, and battery to bring it closer and return to straddling the vessel, earning you an annoyed growl from the monitor. After some trial and error, you somehow manage to hook Harley up to the vessel and sit back with a heavy, relieved sigh. “There.”
Before you could stand, the vessel begins to move and its hands immediately latch onto your hips, making you jolt.
“Hey-!”
The vessel’s head tilts forward, its screen facing you, this time with Harley’s red eye watching you.
“If you want my attention that badly, little germ, there are better ways to get it. But you have it, nonetheless,” he growls, his voice huskier now. “I assure you, it’s the last thing you want.”
“What are you-?!” you grunt, trying to force his hands off that only tighten. You feel yourself being thrown backward and your back meets the floor with a hard grunt. One of the hands releases your hip and finds its way to your throat, pinning you in place. Subconsciously, you grip its wrist. With one eye tightly shut, you glare up at the looming vessel with the other. “Get off-!”
“Do you think it wise to tease me in such a vulgar way? Knowing I can’t find physical release? Can you even comprehend the torture you just put me through?!”
“I-I didn’t think-” you choke.
“Obviously! Now, how should I return the favor? Perhaps I should show you the pain and discomfort it causes me,” he muses, the hand on your hip moves up your side some. Panic rises in your chest when the hand slowly makes its way over your stomach and down toward the waistband of your pants. Harley leans down, his screen inches from your face, accompanied with the slow sound of the fabric of your clothes ripping. “Hmmm, what can I do that won’t incapacitate you entirely but will cause the most pain? I can always escalate later…”
Your mind races on what to do while bracing for the pain Harley seems hellbent on inflicting on you. It is clear that he is reveling in the psychological torture his slow movements cause by forcing you to think about the worst he can possibly do to you before he does it. The deep, sinister chuckle at your panic shook you to your core, reminding you of who you were dealing with. He was the cruelest, most sadistic scientist in Playtime Co. and he was right. His attention is the last thing you ever wanted.
Your fingers haphazardly find the edge of the plate while you were trying to push him away, only to pull it away enough to expose the wires you just connected. The tearing stops when he realizes what you did.
“Don’t even think about it-! Ah-!” he snarls, grasping your wrist as you snatch the wires inside and begin to pull. His voice raises and becomes breathy with grunts, pants, and gasps, as if he can feel what you were doing. The wires resist coming undone at first, causing you to have to jerk your fist, earning you a loud cry as his screen flickered through several of his eyes. The hand around your throat tightens slightly, but releases once Harley realizes it only causes you to pull against the wires more desperately. “A-All right! All right! Stop! Ah! Stop! That’s enough-!”
Ignoring his demands to stop, you start to pull each wire free as quickly as possible. When some of them refuse to disconnect, your hand moves to the ones under the head where they were easier to come undone. The last screen you see before it goes black is Harley’s eye rolled upward with a distorted roar of… relief?
The vessel simultaneously stops moving for the moment after arching forward and you waste no time taking advantage of this by positioning yourself with both feet on either side of its chest cavity and pushing it off of you. The vessel tilts back then clatters to the floor, though rather than being rigid, it falls limp with its arms at its side and head turned to the side. Panting, you scramble to your feet and back away, rubbing your neck then checking the rest of you for any injuries. An eerie calm falls over the area as your adrenaline starts to wind down.
“Shit…” you whisper upon realizing both the vessel’s screen and Harley’s computer screen were black. Did you just kill the backup?
The sound of a vent creaking open makes you jump and turn to see Giblet limp into view.Â
“Well, that was-” he starts but pauses upon seeing you standing over the vessel and computer. “What happened here? Hey, Butcher, are you okay? You’re shaking!”
Glancing at your hands, he was right. You were shaking like a leaf.
“I… think I killed Sawyer… again…” you murmur. As you try to relay everything that happened while Giblet was gone, you notice the toy’s attention turn to the scene behind you, only to back away with his ears folding down.
“Butcher… Seems you didn’t follow through! Again!”
Your head swivels toward the vessel to see it start moving on its own. Your heart drops into the pit of your stomach as you follow Giblet’s lead.Â
The vessel silently sits up and begins to touch its head with both hands, its fingers touching where the connections were underneath. It staggers to its feet and continues to explore itself, trailing down to its chest to feel the loose wires that were now hanging out of the cavity. It was unreal, seeing the CRT TV headed robot move without a screen and without sound. It did make you wonder what you had disconnected if it still was able to move the way it did. The screen snaps to you, causing you to jump and back away further while considering bolting. The body puts both hands up suddenly, waving desperately to stop you as if showing that it had no intention of chasing you or being a danger to you. With one arm outstretched with the same open palm, it uses its other arm to guide itself to its knees. The hand changes position, offering itself to you and waving you closer.
“Huh. Looks like he’s trying to call a truce…” Giblet mutters. The head nodded. “... What do you wanna do here, Butcher? Do you want to reconnect those wires?”
“Do I have to…?”
“We do need him fully functional going forward, but it’s your call. I know it’s not an easy decision after what he just pulled on you for trying to help.”
After a moment of thinking, you let out an irritated groan.
“Fine! But if he tries this again, I’m tearing out ALL of his wires and leaving him where he falls!”
“I think that’s fair,” Giblet nods. “I can also jam my cane taser into anything that looks important if needed.”
The vessel nods in agreement. With a deep breath, you cautiously approach Harley’s vessel and reach for the loose wires. Your shaking hands make it harder to reconnect them, but thankfully it is still an easy job. When it comes to the head, the vessel willingly tilts it away in a gentle motion to allow you room to continue. The last wire clicking in place makes the screen flicker on, revealing Harley’s nonchalant eye and the head moves to face you once more. Not taking any chances, you scramble away, prompting Harley to stand silently. You glare him down before he turns to pick up the cloak and place it over the vessel’s head and shoulders.
Giblet catches your eye and glances between the two of you.
“Are we cool? Can we go now without any more incidents?”
Harley only nods without looking at you and moves past you in the direction you were heading before finding the vessel.Â
“Well, whatever you did, it got him to shut up,” Giblet playfully scoffs and then pauses. “Oh… uh, I didn’t mean to make light of that… Sorry.”
“It’s… fine…” you whisper, staring after Harley, realizing that he was probably processing what you did to him as well. “Let’s keep going…”
You know how the default player for Poppy Playtime is yellow?
What if different colors pointed to the kind of job/expertise the player had/what sector they were from? Like Red could be technical support/engineering, Blue for Playcare/Childcare, Orange for project research, Green for the business side of things, Purple for toy development, etc., though it wouldn't explain rank. They could either be experts, green horns, or anything in-between in their field.
Each one would come with their own version of what happened during the game, who would recognize them, and what they would know, but all would have the "Not present during the Hour of Joy" trait in common.
I might use that system for XReader stories for now.
If I really want to play with the Yellow color, I would probably make them the Philip J. Fry of Playtime >XD Essentially Mail Room. (I kid... Unless? >w> Fun thing to think about tho.)
I always adored the idea of a gentle touch by something that could absolutely kill you and thinking about Harley's hands are no different.
They would have to be calibrated for intricate surgeries so they would have a gentle enough touch by default, but knowing there could be real power behind them that only he chooses to use is just... YES.
It would be an ultimate show of trust on the Player's part to just bury their face/head in those hands, giving Harley the choice of what to do next. Perhaps he told himself he would end you the moment he got the chance while watching you traverse the factory but the moment you give him that chance, he's astonished to find that he can't do it. He'll chalk it up to still needing you for the showdown with the Prototype, but the moment you pull away, his hands may start shaking ever so slightly for the very first time and, in the back of his mind, he's wishing you hadn't. When was he going to get that chance again?
Unexpected Repairs A.K.A. Harley is terrifying when angry.
Harley: You can’t be running about like this, Miss Napier. You may have lost your arm this time, but next time it could be something worse and I may not be able to get to you in time.
Jacq: I can’t help it, Doc. I’m restless. I’m not used to just sitting still. I was always on the move before…!
Harley: It will pass. Trust me. You will grow used to it.
Jacq: I feel so damn useless… So damn fragile…
Harley: Don’t say that. You’ve been plenty useful for my theories and work, just by being. Your presence alone has been a breakthrough in the development of the Golden Path.Â
Jacq: That means nothing to me when I barely understand what it is! I have seen so many messed up things in my line of work but this is a first and I can’t wrap my head around any of it!
Harley: I don’t expect you to understand it just yet. There is still a lot for you to learn, but in time, it will be clear.Â
Jacq: Talking like a Bond villain doesn’t exactly help on that front, Doc. *sighs, irritated* I’m tired of breaking and tearing every time I try to do something I was able to do before. This body isn’t anywhere near the standards of my own. You said this doll wasn’t even meant to be made at this size… The only thing durable on me is the hair and I already destroyed several pairs of scissors and a pair of bolt cutters trying to cut back the length!
Harley: That's because the hair is a weapon on its own that you haven't attempted to master yet, hence why it lays limp. It's either the length it is now, or you go bald, no in-between. *hums* Unfortunately, your original body was destroyed from the poppy gel. The accident report states that there was no way to save it.
Jacq: Ugh. Then they should have just let me die with it.Â
Harley: You know Leith wouldn’t have allowed that, knowing what you were. He was always terrified of investigations unearthing the research being done here through accidents. For all he knew, your organization would come looking for you if you didn’t report back, thus here you are.
Jacq: *growls* Built wrong and falling apart at the seams. Yeah. Wonderful solution to something that wasn’t a possibility to begin with.Â
Harley: Elaborate.
Jacq: No one from my organization knows my location. I made sure of it. They would have dragged me out of here kicking and screaming if they knew.
Harley: You were rogue?
Jacq: I’m between handlers. That usually means a vacation of sorts until another was found. Despite having my identity wiped everywhere, I decided to return home after all this time only to find- *pauses* Anyway, if anyone from the organization came looking for me and saw me like this, Leith, Eddie, and Stella, and anyone thought to be involved or in the general vicinity, would have been eliminated on the spot. I’m not even sure if they would kill me as well or take me in for experimentation. Either way, I’m not heartbroken over them not knowing I’m here.
Harley: … … … I take it you wouldn’t reach out to them if given the chance?
Jacq: If they saw everything that has happened here, Playtime Co. would likely become another ground zero in a blink of an eye, regardless of survivors.
Harley: Just like that?
Jacq: You’re practically playing Russian Roulette with the higher ups in massive situations like this, though all but one of the chambers are filled. The full chambers call for immediate destruction. That empty chamber comes with pause, but may also come with a major caveat. They may actually care about looking for victims, but are doing so to see if there is a larger issue at hand before those victims disappear entirely. They may only look to see if there’s something the government can use as a weapon. Rarely, do you find a shred of humanity in those cases. There’s always an excuse against it. “The bigger picture,” “the good of all mankind,” and so on and so forth.
Harley: That’s… unfortunate.
Jacq: It is. Sometimes you have to wonder if we really are the "good guys" with that line of thinking. *chuckles* Heh, if my higher ups knew I was changed into a toy, they wouldn’t see it as anymore than child’s play-
Harley: Child’s play?!
Jacq: They wouldn’t find much value in-
Harley: CHILD’S PLAY?!
Jacq: Woah, woah, Doc! Calm down-! It was just-
Harley: MY WORK IS ANYTHING BUT CHILD’S PLAY!
**The sound of slamming and things breaking and hitting the floor follow. Harley continues to scream about his work while Jacq pleads with him to calm down, telling him he’s hurting her before the recording cuts out, along with plastic cracking and a pained scream from Jacq.**
**Recording picked up down the hall of the examination room sometime later. A doorknob rattles.**
Harley: *eerily calm and soft* Miss Napier. Open the door.
**Silence**
Harley: You are in an area I cannot see, Miss Napier. I need to assess the damage. A locked door is not going to stop me from doing my job. I will force it open if you are unable to do it yourself.
**Silence**
Harley: Very well.
**The door creaks and cracks before it gives way and several items that were barricading it fall away**
Harley: Miss Napier-? *sighs angrily* The vents are far from ideal for someone in your condition!
**His voice echoes throughout the area using the intercom**
Harley: *irritated* Running is not going to do you any good, Miss Napier. I’m the only one who knows how to reinforce your body properly.
**After a short time**
Harley: *raging* This is nonsense! I have access to the entire security system! All routes out of this section have been sealed off! You have nowhere to hide! I will find you sooner or later so it would be in your best interest to COME BACK HERE! NOW 1467!
**Another short time, only after realizing what Jacq is and that he may not find her with her ability to go undetected**
Harley: *calm* Right. I understand. You’re scared. And likely in a lot of pain.*sighs* I apologize for losing my temper. Twice. I am rather protective of my work. It’s not an excuse for what I did, rather an explanation. Causing you harm was not my intention, farthest from it. Please, return to the examination room so I can rectify my mistake. If I don’t, the integrity of your body may not last. I swear on my profession that no further harm will come to you. You have nothing to fear from me.
**More time passes, back in the examination room, metallic fingers drumming on a metal surface**
Harley: *quietly* Where is she? If she loses consciousness in the vents, I’ll have to get him to send in an experiment that won’t try to eat her immediately like the Nightmare Critters and Yarnaby would, if Yarnaby could even fit. *growls* No, I can’t do that. The moment he gets wind of something wrong between her and I, he’ll take her. He’s already threatened to take over her care as if he wasn’t already preoccupied with Green. He cannot know about this… I want to keep at least one of my experiments with fully functional cognitive abilities near. Yarnaby and Baba Chops can’t keep an intelligent conversation to save their lives…
**A vent creaks open from above**
Harley: Hm? *relieved* Oh! There you are!
Jacq: *weakly, in pain* Your bedside manner sucks, Doc…
Harley: I… will work on it. Please, come down. I promise I won’t hurt you again.
Jacq: I don’t know if I can believe that.
Harley: *gasps* Are you holding your jaw?!
Jacq: You practically ripped it off during your little tantrum, along with the arm you were originally reattaching.
Harley: Damn. I will need to reattach it immediately. I have enough poppy gel and the materials needed here. If we hurry, we can make it like it never happened. Come close and I’ll help you down-
Jacq: I don’t trust you. I didn’t have a choice but to come back, but I still don’t trust you. Not after that.
Harley: It was done out of anger, I assure you. If I wanted to intentionally hurt you before, I would have done so by now, wouldn’t I?
Jacq: Yes, but I can’t exactly defend myself against you if you can’t control your temper.
Harley: I-
Jacq: If you want me to let you work on me willingly, you are going to need to give me something I can use in defense when you go off the handle like that again. You are aware that you are in a seven-foot metal body, right? The PSI in your hands alone, unchecked, has to be through the damn roof.
**Silence**
Harley: I have a solution for that… If you come down here, I can show you-
Jacq: No. Tell me.
Harley: Fine *sighs, matter of factually* Just under the hood here is a thin grey wire connected to an adapter plugged into the back of the head. You should be able to see it lining the side of the neck. If you pull it, I will lose signal and access to this body. It would give you enough time to get to a safe area until I calm down.
Jacq: … … …
Harley: What? Don’t believe me? I've lost several of these bodies because that wire came loose. If I had been the one to design them, I would have had the sense to put it in a more secure place. However, I am a neurosurgeon, not an engineer, so I have to deal with shoddy-
Jacq: No, I… didn’t think you would actually tell me something like that so quickly.
Harley: What do you mean?
Jacq: I guess I’ve dealt with too many mad scientists and criminals who would rather beat around the bush. I didn't expect a direct answer.
Harley: I am neither. *softens* I need you to trust me to take care of you. And you can trust me.Â
Jacq: … Will you let me test it?
Harley: Of course. You will need to plug it back in for me to work on repairing you.
**Silence**
Jacq: You have one chance to prove this to me. Go back on your word, and you won’t see me again. Ever. I will disappear. Understand? I will be GONE. *scoffs* You broke my ankle, too, by the way. Help me down.
Harley: With pleasure.
**Soft banging with grunts of pain ring out, followed by a hesitating, silence**
Harley: Go on. It's right here. Feel it? A gentle tug should make it come loose.
Jacq: ... ... ...
Harley: What is the matter? Why did you pull away?
Jacq: ... I think I would rather you fix my arm first. I don't know if I could plug it back in with one hand...
Harley: A wise decision. I don't have a replacement body on standby if this one doesn't come back online. I'm remedying that now. We can experiment once you are fixed. Come, sit.
You have to wonder if Playtime Co. is sound proof in a lot of places to hide the underground labs and the Shelf to keep people who are out of the loop from questioning what is going on and why a toy company needs more underground construction. There would be a lot more people witnessing the transportation of materials unless they're doing it when the employees in the dark are not there. I would imagine having loud noises around distressed experiments who could tear your head off isn't safe.
For that matter, Playtime Co. would have to be in a place that earth quakes and flooding are extremely rare and hope like hell one slip of machinery, rock, or support doesn't create a sink hole effect for the rest of the building. Yeah, they have Warrenbach Construction backing them up, but that doesn't stop accidents from happening and causing mass destruction. Not to mention possible collapses from the train tunnels.
You seriously have to question Poppy's plan when you realize she has ZERO expertise in demolition and hope like hell you don't just bury yourself, the experiments, and the orphans all in one go, especially in an area that's still unfinished.
Harley: *working on Jacq's new body, chuckling* And when the patient woke up, he found his skeleton missing and the doctor was never heard from again.
Jacq: *had been laughing along thinking it was just a story* Heh... I... was not aware that someone could wake up after having their skeleton surgically removed.
Harley: It takes practice, anesthesia, and determination fueled by spite. I made sure he woke to realize his mistake. Anyway, that's how I lost my medical license.
Jacq: ... ... ... Uh...
Harley: *taps a large syringe filled with poppy gel and tilts his head* Or at least, I would have if they ever caught me. It was right around the time I was hired here.
Jacq: ... All that over getting your coffee order wrong...?
Harley: His skeleton decorated the corner of my office for years, next to the Bron coat hanger, originally as a cautionary tale to the others and an ode to my abilities.
Jacq: *staring at the needle* Remind me not to get your coffee order wrong...
Harley: I've moved on to other vices since then. *jabs it in her chest hard, earning a grunt*
Playcare is going to find out that Jacquelyn (Jacq) is the type to hide Playtime's version of Nerf guns with suction darts/water guns all over the place and declare a free-for-all. The adults pick up on it real fast and either hide or join in when they see the kids scrambling to find the guns first knowing they're going to be targets.
This bleeds into other parts of the factory/facility and Dr. White quickly gets tired of walking into the lab only to get a dart to the forehead, followed by malicious giggling, which promptly makes him turn and walk out. He would like to think Harley would also condemn it if he were still human, but he knows The Doctor enough to know that he was the type to act uninterested in something like that, only to become competitive to the point of obsession and wipe the floor with everyone around him. Harley's posh demeanor perfectly hid a more whimsical side of him and he took great pleasure in telling anyone who witnessed it that no one would ever believe them. It becomes more apparent why he and Elliot got along when he was a kid before Harley was let go.
Leith gets in on it too, keeping two under his desk and, ends up in a Mexican Standoff between him, Stella, and Eddie in a meeting that he did not anticipate.
The Prototype is DYING to join in on something like this and wants to incorporate it with his followers after the Hour of Joy.
The adults better hope they don't piss Jacq off or she's breaking out a paintball gun with frozen paint balls. Has a low chance of killing someone, but it's still going to hurt like hell.
Leith: We’re fucked. We are so fucked! She wanted unrestricted access to Playcare files! And she took the phone!
Eddie: She?! Are you talking about-?
Leith: Yes! Miss Napier! Yes! She did set up the incident with Mr. Bonner!Â
Eddie: Okay, but how did that warrant giving her unrestricted access to Playcare files?
Leith: It was the only way to keep her from KILLING ME, Eddie! The moment I confirmed the phone number was hers, she showed her hand! She went the extra mile and made sure I was isolated! Any kind of help was delayed until it was too late! The emergency button under my desk was disabled and the security cameras were down while she was in my office! She thought of everything if we looked into the incident!
Eddie: Really? Why would Playcare files be enough to stop her from killing you?
Leith: I was more preoccupied with saving my hide so I didn’t ask! All I know is she’s some sort of government agent or a hitman, er, hitwoman!
Eddie: Do you know how ridiculous this sounds?
Leith: I don’t care how ridiculous you think it is! I nearly lost my life because you brought me that damn phone! She said something about coming here without a handler, how she’s usually thorough in her line of work, and how I’m one of the very few still living after discovering her handiwork!
Eddie: Stop complaining. You’re alive, aren’t you? And you’ve given her something she apparently has been after. You can relax for now. We just now need to figure out what she’s after-
Leith: No! No more digging! She said the less people know, the safer they are in her “line of work”!
Eddie: We no longer have that luxury if she has access to those files.
Leith: The only thing saving our skin is that Sawyer removed the files having to do with those chosen for the experiments after the Hartmann situation, so there’s no way she could stumble upon anything to do with them.
Eddie: And if she doesn’t find what she’s looking for? Then what? Perhaps it would have been better to have fed her to Boxy-Boo-
Leith: Oh yes, and have a government organization at our door when one of their own has gone missing!
Eddie: We may have one at our door depending on what she does or doesn’t find. Look. What we can glean from this is she is looking for either an orphan or someone who worked within Playcare. The sooner we find out, the sooner we can put all of this to rest. We can clearly see which by monitoring what files are accessed in the system and the timeline she is aiming for.
Leith: Right. Right… And… if it’s an orphan who was chosen for an experiment?
Eddie: Â There are thousands upon thousands of Playcare files spanning over the last several years that she will need to sift through. We will cross that bridge once we get there, if we get there.
Leith: If is good… But-
Eddie: For now, we play her game and keep her from going any deeper into the facility. We cannot let her delve further than Playcare. You may have to run interference now and then to keep her from doing so. She will most likely continue her charade of being a counselor for the sake of her mission. Only you and I know what she is.
Leith: I… also told her you brought me the phone and considered her a suspect in the Bonner incident…
Eddie: You-! *pauses then sighs hard* Fine. It’s not like I will be the one interacting with her. Make it apparent that you handled the situation. Keep her suspicions low and keep her away from 1222 as well as any other experiment.
**Knock at the door, startling the two men and Leith lets out a high-pitched yelp before clearing his throat**
Leith: I-I mean, come in!
Stella: Mr. Pierre? I would like your advice on something…Â
Leith: Miss Greyber! Yes! Come in!
Stella: … … … Am I interrupting something? Is this a bad time? You two seem… on edge.
Leith: Not at all! Is something bothering you, Miss Greyber?
Stella: Well, it’s about one of the counselors. Miss Napier? Nothing bad, but it seems some of the children have taken up to having sleep overs in her office the past couple of nights… And it’s upsetting Dr. White when he needs to… well…Â
Eddie: Perform follow ups.
Stella: Yes, precisely. It started out as the younger new arrivals seeking her out and now the older ones are following. From what Miss Napier reported, they are afraid of the dark and are having nightmares.
Leith: A known side effect Catnap’s red smoke. I take it she’s popular with the kids…
Stella: Oh, she is! The children have taken very well to her in the short time she’s been here and she’s very receptive to them! She’s an absolute angel!
Leith: *under his breath* Yeah… Maybe Lucifer. *grunts from being elbowed by Eddie* I mean, that’s great!
Stella: Isn’t it? Playcare absolutely needs more like her! Though she has some more… questionable methods when it comes to tiring the children out.
Eddie: Which are?
Stella: Well, she gave them all soft squeaky mallets and let them go at each other until they exhaust themselves while she does paperwork.
Leith: That’s… one way to do it.Â
Eddie: Quite. As for your dilemma, we may need to post more security to make sure the children do not leave their bunks-
Stella: I have tried that already. The guards report that the children don’t even make it to their beds. They immediately go to Miss Napier’s office instead once bedtime is announced. Because she is a counselor, none of the guards have questioned it.
Eddie: Well then. Personally, I would inform Miss Napier that the children need to learn to sleep in their own beds. Surely, she’ll understand that, especially when it comes to getting those lucky enough ready for adoption. Most parents would look for a child who can sleep in their own bed. There's no need to bring up what the scientists do once the children are asleep.
Stella: That’s a wonderful way to approach it! I will bring it up to her right away! Thank you, Mr. Ritterman! Mr. Pierre!
**The door shuts and Leith scoffs**
Leith: Of course, the kids love her. Why wouldn’t they?! Just my damn luck... She even has Stella wrapped around her finger!
Eddie: It's all a facade, you know this. What’s important is you keep Miss Napier from finding out our little secret while she’s here or we will have bigger problems on our hands.
Leith: Right. The sooner her mission is done, the sooner she might leave.
Prototype: *in Ollie's voice through the phone* Hey! Are you alright?! No ouchies or lost body parts?! *sighs* I'm really glad you're okay! I don't wanna lose any more friends to this place!
Harley: *had been watching and listening to everything, scoffs mockingly* "No ouchies or lost body parts?"
Prototype: *covers the receiver, annoyed* I was GOING FOR innocence!
You know those videos of "wives/girlfriends giving their husbands/boyfriends heart attacks just by walking by with power tools, guns, etc. and into the next room" which prompts the guy to run after her?
That's the Player with Harley, though Harley can see what they're doing, he has to scramble to figure out which body is close enough to them to stop them from doing it.
Wouldn't it be funny if the Player never really worked at Playtime Co. and only resembled someone who had because of relation?
The letter sent was meant for the family member who had worked there but ended up in the Player's hands, possibly due to the family member no longer being around after the ten years, and the Player decides to go in their place. Perhaps to settle debts the family member may have had that they once lamented about before passing on or out of morbid curiosity since there could be several urban legends surrounding the facility since its closure.
The Player has no idea what the hell is going on, who these people are, and by the time they get into the facility, there's no turning back. They're now strapped in for the ride and will be needing a lot of therapy if they survive. The Player will have to wonder how much that family member knew, especially when experiments claim to have "seen you" back when the place was opened, which could lead to a crisis. Could the family member have been involved in such horrific dealings?
Leith: *clears his throat* Oh! Miss Napier! Yes. Come in. Have a seat… … … Miss Napier, do you know why I called you in here today?
Jacquelyn: No, sir. I haven’t the foggiest. I usually report to Mrs. Greyber for my job.
Leith: I'm sure you are aware that one of your fellow Playcare counselors has… recently gone missing.
Jacquelyn: Ah. Yes, Mr. Bonner. I have heard the news.
Leith: Have you? Word travels fast.
Jacquelyn: Usually. These walls tend to have ears.
Leith: Yes. Well. I know that you and Mr. Bonner have butted heads in the past, so I wanted to touch base to see if you may have had any information as to what may have happened to him?
Jacquelyn: Of course. You were briefed on the incident with Raymond Wazowski. Honestly, I’m more surprised that Mr. Bonner was able to keep his position after it once I heard about his disappearance. I was unaware that he was still employed with Playcare after such a despicable action.
Leith: In normal circumstances, we would have, but Playcare is understaffed in that area at the moment. Removing him would have put more strain on your sector. Rest assured that he was put in a much better surveilled environment.
Jacquelyn: I would hope so. Raising a hand, let alone a weapon, to a child is unforgivable. *sighs* But I understand.
Leith: Good. Good…
Jacquelyn: …
Leith: …
Jacquelyn: Is… there anything else you needed from me, sir?
Leith: How much do you know about Mommy Long Legs?
Jacquelyn: The Game Station spider lady animatronic? Er, well, the kids seem to like her a lot. They talk about her constantly. I’ve never seen her myself, but I was told she doesn’t like adults all that much. She’s apparently quite aggressive. *pauses* Wait… Are you saying she had something to do with Mr. Bonner’s disappearance?
Leith: *inhales* Okay, I’m going to come out and say it. We know Mommy Long Legs got out and killed Mr. Bonner.
Jacquelyn: Are you serious? That’s horrible. I didn't think something like that could happen... Isn't she mainly in the Game Station? What was she doing in Playcare?
Leith: Mm. Any reason you were in the vicinity during the time he was attacked?
Jacquelyn: Excuse me?
Leith: We reviewed the surrounding cameras and found that you were not far from the incident as it transpired.
Jacquelyn: When did it happen? Where was he attacked?
Leith: In one of the corridors behind Playcare around 9:56 P.M last Sunday. You were the only other person in the area at the time.
Jacquelyn: Mr. Pierre, with all due respect, Mr. Bonner and I are counselors and we do have to prepare for appointments the next day. It’s not uncommon for any of us to stay past our time to assemble activities for clients who need extra care, much like a teacher. Not only should my time sheet give details as to why I was where I was, I would also be on camera the entire time.
Leith: Yes, well, how did you not hear the attack?
Jacquelyn: I listen to music when I’m alone. You should also have noticed if you watched the footage that I tend to dance to it. If I had heard it over The Land of Confusion*, I would have reported it the same day it had happened.
Leith: That makes sense... It's plausible that you just happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time...
Jacquelyn: It would also be plausible that I could have been attacked that night if an unhinged toy was meandering about. I would hope, in that case, someone would have investigated as to why she was allowed to escape the Game Station and attack a Playcare employee on an entirely different level.
Leith: …
Jacquelyn: *sighs* If you’re worried that I will say anything about this to anyone, rest assured that I won’t. It was an accident, nothing more. The last handful of times I had stayed after to prepare, I don’t recall seeing anyone around so I can’t really say I witnessed anything.
Leith: ...
Jacquelyn: Are we done here, sir?
Leith: …
Jacquelyn: Have a good day, Mr. Pierre.
**A chair squeaks as if Jacq got up to leave, followed by the ringing of Jacq’s phone echoing off the office walls.**
Leith: *sighs, relieved as if it were a gamble on his end* So, the number is yours. I suggest you sit back down, Miss Napier. We’re not done.
**The sound of the door locking follows and rustling of clothes can be heard.**
Jacquelyn: *under her breath* Ugh. This is what happens when I go in without a handler… *clearly, tone changes to being more cold, direct* Tell me, Mr. Pierre. Who else knows about the phone?
Leith: What’s with the gloves? Wait, wait! There’s no need to get violent now, Miss Napier!
Jacquelyn: You can stop pressing the button under your desk. It’s been disconnected. No one is coming up here. Even if it wasn’t disabled, they wouldn’t get up here in time. The security cameras will be down for the next forty-three minutes and my colleagues weren’t made aware of my meeting with you. No doubt you kept this meeting under wraps, too, given your behavior.
Leith: Shit… *intercom button is hit violently* Karen-!
Jacquelyn: Not there, I’m afraid.
Leith: What did you do to her?!
Jacquelyn: She’s taking an early lunch. Left before she ever saw me. I’m not a monster. All I did was make sure not to involve another innocent person in this in the event you decided to play detective. I may have misjudged the phone’s durability, but I pride myself on being thorough, otherwise. The less someone knows, the safer they are in my line of work.
Leith: O-Oh, heh… Well, I-I wasn’t implying- *clears throat* Y-Your line of work...?
Jacquelyn: Turn off the recorder, Leith.
Leith: Come on, we can talk this over! We can-!
Jacquelyn: The recorder. Turn it off. Now.
Leith: Okay! Okay, I-I’m turning it off-! Just don’t do anything rash-!
Leith: *nervously* S-So! We are in agreement here! No need for any more death, violence, o-or an investigation, right? Miss-Miss Napier?
Jacquelyn: Hm. I get full, unrestricted access to all Playcare files while continuing to work at my current position and you get to keep your life as well as an investigation into some of the more questionable practices in Playtime Co. off the table. Mr. Ritterman will be told to stop any further digging into the incident and Stella will be left completely in the dark.
Leith: Yes! It’s a deal! No interruptions. No questions asked! We can even give you a raise-!
Jacquelyn: Keep the raise and a leash on Ritterman and we won’t have any more problems. Remember, we could have avoided all of this if he hadn’t brought you that phone. It will be destroyed properly this time.
Leith: Absolutely! I was fully intending to let the whole situation go as an accident before that! Heh. A-And he merely thinks you’re a suspect! N-Nothing more!
Jacquelyn: Good. Let’s keep it that way.
Leith: I-I do have one question though, before you go. If that’s okay. Who- er, I mean, what organization are you with? Law enforcement… or… I-Interpole?
Jacquelyn: *chuckles* Quit while you’re ahead, Leith. You’re among the very few that actually lived after uncovering my handiwork. Count yourself lucky that you had something of value to trade.
Leith: Ah! R-Right… Right.
Jacquelyn: Oh, and I’m going to need that tape.
Leith: Er, tape? What tape?
Jacquelyn: The one you restarted the recording on while my back was turned hoping I wouldn’t notice. Hand it over and I’ll consider all of this a complete misunderstanding.Â
Leith: OH! THAT tape. Yep. It’s all yours. Here-
