❝Well now... This is a rather interesting turn of events.❞

Poppy Playtime RP Blog Ch: Harley Sawyer [main], Yarnaby, & The Prototype

[stalking-sentinels]

❝Well now... This is a rather interesting turn of events.❞

A multimuse RP blog for Poppy Playtime. However, characters will mostly be the ghosts in the machine—specifically the calculated mind of Harley Sawyer and the 'Bigger Bodies' he left in his wake. History is written by the survivors; science is written by the Doctor.

✦--Information--✦

This blog is run by @kaleidoesstuff. So, most likes and follows would be from there!

Mun is a MINOR, if you feel uncomfortable to interact. Then don't, no hard feelings!

Anyone is free to interact!

DM me anytime, however, send an ask before doing so!

Please note that if you don't specify who you're talking/sending an ask to, I'd just assume you're talking to The Doctor.

Dr. Harley Sawyer talks in Purple, The Prototype talks in Blue/Red (moodswing diva/Jester vibe, but I use orange only when Oliver is sane), and Yarnaby talks in Orange... or just makes noises.

You can specify which timeline you're talking to them from too!

✦--Rules--✦

No NSFW of any sexual kind, Gore and Angst is tolerable.

Yume-shipping is fine (it goes in the simping category which is tolerable), however, shipping with another character must be discussed before any RP.

Do NOT reblog a RP thread you aren't a part of, or The Prototype will show you... consequences.

OC and Multimedia interactions are encouraged!!

✦--Extra--✦

#answered ask — For answering an ask.

#harley-answers — When Harley answers an ask.

#yarnaby-answers — When Yarnaby answers an ask.

#theprototype-answers — When The Prototype answers an ask.

#stalking-sentinels-answer — When all of them answer an ask.

#harley-reblogs — When Harley reblogs an RP thread.

#yarnaby-reblogs — When Yarnaby reblogs an RP thread.

#theprototype-reblogs — When The Prototype reblogs an RP thread.

#stalking-sentinels-reblog — When all of them reblog an RP thread.

#mod-answers — OOC/Mod answers an ask.

#mod-reblogs — OOC/Mod reblogs.

✦--Claimed Anons--✦

Angel

✦--Roleplay Partners--✦

@the-joyful-ones — Catnap, The Smiling/Nightmare Critters & many, many more...

[the-joyful-ones]

<{ @stalking-sentinels }> [A small screen within the depths of Playtime Co. flickered on, the singular eye undeniably recognizable. The presence that was presumed lost to the void had returned. Despite not in its complete form, and that was Harley Sawyer.] [The lone eye was watching the amalgamation of flesh and machinery, The Prototype move across the hallways. Oblivious to The Doctor's obvious presence. The eye twitched slightly upwards, almost amused before switching screens to another just above Elliot's adopted son.] "Well now... I see that you haven't succeeded in executing the little germ from the outside world." [A voice through the screen spoke, mocking and amused. Not even trying to hide it because this time, no one could harm him.]

1006 Had just finished dealing with the intruder, planning to continue with his plans involving poppy. While moving through the hallways, he failed to notice that he was being watched by an old annoyance. At least, until said annoyance spoke up. Prototype hadn’t thought much when the doctor had died, seeing as a means to an end anyway. When the man addressed him, he turned to the screen, staring at it in vague surprise. “I thought they got rid of you.” He spoke in a mixture of multiple distorted voices. Though a bit difficult for the untrained ear, those familiar with his way of speech could make out his irritation. “I assume you didn’t return of your own volition.” He asked, returning the mocking tone.

[stalking-sentinels]

[The singular eye quirked up in almost what seemed to be playful mischief, before answering the experiment's question.] "I was, yes. Consequently, they saw how much potential I had as an ally honing invaluable information unlike a few someone's who stabbed me in the back, such as yourself. The germ and his little ally are quite useful, especially your so-called loyal red dog." [The glow flickered, insufferably amused at the irritated and mocking tone.] "You could've played it smart and let me have access to the labs. But you didn't. But this will be a topic for another time." [He finished before adding in, being as irritating he can be as possible.] "I can't say I don't find it amusing to see you without any help of mine and flailing like the helpless little Oliver you were. Quite a shame, really. Do you miss your father, hm?"

[the-joyful-ones]

“You simply weren’t worth the effort of keeping around.” He retorted, just as haughty. At least, trying to seem so. His eye flickered at the mention of his former name. His face twitched and turned from anger, his voice louder. “OLIVER is gone. And he is never coming back.” He asserts. Prototype hated when anyone referred to him by that title, especially the man who made him into this. And sawyer’s cruelty only reminded him of that man. His legs rise, bringing him closer to the screen above him. “Perhaps i should have disposed of you long ago.” To emphasize his point, he brings his sharp, metal fingers together, forming a spear, and shoving it into the screen.

[stalking-sentinels]

[Harley simply switched to the previous screen behind The Prototype, rolling his one eye condescendingly.] "Not Oliver you say...? Ollie then? And yet you still act like a child." [Before continuing,] "As for disposing of me long ago, even if you wanted to, you couldn't. I've buried myself so far down into this factory. So, you're stuck... with me."

[The eye in the screen became playfully cheeky, as if he were playing with a mere child.] "And believe me... I'm worth ever effort of keeping around."

[the-joyful-ones]

<{ @stalking-sentinels }> [A small screen within the depths of Playtime Co. flickered on, the singular eye undeniably recognizable. The presence that was presumed lost to the void had returned. Despite not in its complete form, and that was Harley Sawyer.] [The lone eye was watching the amalgamation of flesh and machinery, The Prototype move across the hallways. Oblivious to The Doctor's obvious presence. The eye twitched slightly upwards, almost amused before switching screens to another just above Elliot's adopted son.] "Well now... I see that you haven't succeeded in executing the little germ from the outside world." [A voice through the screen spoke, mocking and amused. Not even trying to hide it because this time, no one could harm him.]

1006 Had just finished dealing with the intruder, planning to continue with his plans involving poppy. While moving through the hallways, he failed to notice that he was being watched by an old annoyance. At least, until said annoyance spoke up. Prototype hadn’t thought much when the doctor had died, seeing as a means to an end anyway. When the man addressed him, he turned to the screen, staring at it in vague surprise. “I thought they got rid of you.” He spoke in a mixture of multiple distorted voices. Though a bit difficult for the untrained ear, those familiar with his way of speech could make out his irritation. “I assume you didn’t return of your own volition.” He asked, returning the mocking tone.

[stalking-sentinels]

[The singular eye quirked up in almost what seemed to be playful mischief, before answering the experiment's question.] "I was, yes. Consequently, they saw how much potential I had as an ally honing invaluable information unlike a few someone's who stabbed me in the back, such as yourself. The germ and his little ally are quite useful, especially your so-called loyal red dog." [The glow flickered, insufferably amused at the irritated and mocking tone.] "You could've played it smart and let me have access to the labs. But you didn't. But this will be a topic for another time." [He finished before adding in, being as irritating he can be as possible.] "I can't say I don't find it amusing to see you without any help of mine and flailing like the helpless little Oliver you were. Quite a shame, really. Do you miss your father, hm?"

[stalking-sentinels]

question how do you deal with gracie again . shes high

We threaten to give her the same treatment as the rest of the experiments. How else?

[starful-mender]

I thought she already did????

[stalking-sentinels]

sigh

What I meant was BEFORE she was turned into one of us.

[stalking-sentinels]

question how do you deal with gracie again . shes high

We threaten to give her the same treatment as the rest of the experiments. How else?

[stalking-sentinels]

“…Prototype? Um, I didn’t bring Harley, he didn’t want to come.. he suggested that I could.. talk to you.”

“Just don’t kill me.” -Angel

[The Prototype's one working eye twitched at that, the multitude of voices slightly distorted, almost as if emphasizing that he's more than just irritated.]

Of course... he didn't... However, I am curious of what he had suggested that you talk to me about...

and that entirely depends on what you do and say...

[stalking-sentinels]

A little bird told me your ghoulish presence is still haunting this factory, Doctor.

~ @experiment--1006

// ooc: ahhh hello!! I'm so excited to see more PPT blogs around!

Oh, Did it now? Do send it my regards, and I believe I've already made it clear that I've never truly left.

//eeee hihi! I thought I was the only one :DD

[stalking-sentinels]

AUGUST 8 1995

11:01AM

Hm, that does indeed look accurate enough. Talent like yours could've been... processed.

[stalking-sentinels]

Remember that bow that you saw on yarnabys head a little bit ago?

I believe you sent the question to the wrong person.

[stalking-sentinels]

“Okay, okay! I’ll go by myself.. but if you don’t hear from me, you know what happened..” -Angel

Hm...

Try... not to get yourself killed. That would be... undesirable.

[stalking-sentinels]

“Well, um.. we can talk to him? Maybe? I mean, I still am bringing you to him, right?” “I hope he doesn’t do anything.. bad..” -Angel

I believe I've already told you I won't talk to him; he has already set his mind on killing me and I won't allow that.

However, if you'd like to attempt a peace-talk to him all by yourself. I suggest having an escape route ready. Couldn't have you dying on me now, hm?

[stalking-sentinels]

“Oh, I’m so doomed, aren’t I…” -Angel

That you are...

However, I believe it would be safer for you to... escape the facility before any problems... orrr, we could simply kill him. Or talk him to peace if that's what you'd suggest.

But I'm more interested in what you have in mind. This is a never-ending chase, and time never stops ticking. So, what do you choose, Angel?

[stalking-sentinels]

“Um, so.. Harley? Harley, I need you for a second..”

“Ollie- I mean, The Prototype, wants you and ‘The Butcher’..? I don’t know what he needs you both for, but I kinda need to do this.. if not, he’ll turn me wrongside out.” -Angel

Hm..? He needs me and...?

Ah- You mean the human that had recently tripped a fall into this place. Well, you're certainly in quite a predicament if he has threatened you.

However, I don't see how I can help you. If I ever would even care to do so...

I don't have neither him and nor will I go back to that backstabbing traitor ever again.

[stalking-sentinels]

(tumblr is being difficult ☹️☹️☹️ somehow there’s an error processing my ask um.. trying this again oops..)

“..I can try to?” -Angel

//That sucks..

[The Prototype looked delighted... almost, as multiple layered voices joined in.]

You will try. Eitherway, I'm heading back to Poppy. She and I have... unfinished business to attend to...

[With that, he left into the abyss of the factory.]

[stalking-sentinels]

“Hmm.. well.. I can give you anything you want..? Is that a good enough reason? Anything you want. Well, anything that isn’t violent or flat out bad.”

“Is that fair enough?” -Angel

[The Prototype paused for a moment, considering between violence and curiosity. Alas... his childish side winning out, he prompts Angel to go on.] Anything...? Well, could you bring me Sawyer and that Outlying Butcher with him? I have... Unfinished business with them. [He spoke before taking a step back]

That is, if you can do it. Otherwise! You're just free meat.

[stalking-sentinels]

...PFF-[que Harley's tea kettle noises from wheezing]

I tried being nice to him about it but... It's true.

Meow :3

//dis fine shyt is funny asf

[stalking-sentinels]

“Ollie.” “Oliver Ludwig.” - Angel

[The Prototype's neck snapped upright as his spidery-appendages took him closer to the one in front of him who had dared to deadname him (well technically LMAO).]

Give me a reason not to tear you apart and do the same I did to everyone else right now. [The Prototype spoke, his voice sickly sweet, like a viper waiting before the strike.]