pairing: prototype x gen!reader
tags: after the events of the train cutscene, alternative ending, reader fearing the prototype, sadistic prototype, i hope people has that same fear that I feel when I was watching C5 cause my heart was beating so fast, short
a/n: after watching chapter 5, i immediately made this (of course with lots of distractions like.. looking at his cutscenes.. and harley sawyer's.. a million of times) also there have been a massive influx of notes on my harley sawyer fic, thank you all!
I also want to clarify that there is age discourse about him and I want this to be a respectful space for discussion, I'm currently unsure on what he truly is but I would love to discuss about him lore and headcanon wise !
Adrenaline makes anybody run on a thready string of their own pulse, ligaments ready to split from the sheer fear of whatever they've seen. Inevitably, they run through the door which death humbly waits; snuffing out the light of hope that shouldn't have existed once anybody walks to this den named "Playtime Co".
You have sunken deep in hell. Even when Giblet's triumph exclaims and Poppy's panicked mutters echo through your head, you know one thing is certain and it didn't need to be said.
In a factory where anything can happen, the tormentor, the shadow of the factory that often fleets to one corner and another had enveloped all of you in an eerie smile of victory.
Giblet could feel the blood pounding in his ears, shaking like a dog kept in the cold rain as he stumbles over the rubble to hide. The false sense of security couldn't steer clear of the high level threat just a shoulder away.
"It can't.. he.."
He couldn't muster another word, choked with fear with his hands gripping his little head tight. Poppy had hurried over the door darting on her knobby legs with all her might, an expected look for her angel to stay right behind her.
It was like a flash, the Prototype fast on your heels until you felt your legs give out.
"No! Don't let him-"
His spider legs crawled close now, inching slowly. He can take as much time as he so pleases when he sees such an expression on your face he finds delightful, his elongated claws just hovering down to your face.
In a brutal swipe, 1006 had slammed Poppy's body back against the doors, her head lolling to the side. An audible crack was heard, it was done to ensure she didn't get away as seen as how she had passed out. There was no time for him to be gentle especially since he had something else on his mind. His eyes then fleet over to you, slightly curled on the ground, palms flat against the ground as you tremble uncontrallably, blood crusting against your nails.
The tips of his talons poke into your cheeks, drawing blood that dripped down to the ground. Lightheadedness starts stabbing your skull. You've faced many trials in this one night indubitably but fear had sucked the fight from your body. He watches your chest heave, up and down. The yellow glow of his eye moves to and fro and you feel the cold, metallic hand against your chest and it makes your throat gasp out a sorry noise of dismay.
"What's wrong? Why has The Butcher stopped?"
"I feel it, that thumping against your skin.."
Cold eyes stare at your form which twists in hysteria, it was nothing like the human that braved through the levels of this cursed factory reeking of blood and grime. He lets out a deep, distorted laugh.
He presses deeper, the sharp metal imprinting into your skin and palpating the area where your weary heart remains . He coos, utterly entertained.
"Ah, your heart beat's picking up. Do I scare you, butcher?"
It was almost pathetic because you cry, howling out in cracks when he holds the back of your body to examine you much closer.
1006 articulates his words with a drawl of somebody playing with their food between their fingers. He watches your head twitch with hesitation to lift up and truly look at him. Truthfully, after the smiley faces of all the Bigger Body initiatives, they hold atleast a modicum of need for their own survival while the Prototype was the main reason their survival had ended. 1006 looked the part of a scary bed time story, one you'll never forget as you grow because that sinister maw filled with teeth that will never unshow itself sets an unsteady rhythm of unease in your heart.
An inkling he had was his appearance which he revelled in. You reacted akin to the children he had the pleasure to meet before sewing them inside out with his meticulous hands.
He gets real close on purpose, a clink and scrape of his legs against the floor. His breath swiping against your face.
"Boo."
That distorted hiss made your sweat trail down your face as you shut your eyes yet you still see him in the dark recesses of your mind. It was sick that he acted the part of a spider tangling you deep in its web except he commits it in such a bestial way. He knew he has won, gripping the prize in his hand until saliva bubble out of your lips.
"No!"
You couldn't stay strong anymore, your body weak from exhaustion. Stamina long gone with an aching body that yearns for consumption that you physically feel yourself grow limp in his hands.
His tactic on frightening you with keeping his face close was heinous, making you flail pathetically. He opened his nightmarish jaw matching a monster ready to devour his meal but what does he do instead?
Poppy's voice came from him in a mocking crackle, he shakes you slightly in his hold, toying with what he had watch scurry and leap throughout the factory. The Prototype thought you'd last longer, however he stares at the fight in your eyes dissipatating like red smoke. Long strands of spit seeps down your lips from the pure fatigue settling into your bones. In a last attempt to get away, you push his face back.
He tilts his head to the side to slightly nip at your finger, those crooked, vile teeth just inches away from snapping off a joint. It instilled more terror into you that this boogeyman will hurt you or worse to get closer to his goal now that he had the Butcher right in his grasp.
Your bloodshot eyes fleet to Poppy, her precious face already so shattered by the horrors of the night and Giblet who kept his head down in the precense of the feared experiment. Teeth bite down harder on your tendons, moving to include the rest of your hand. 1006 seemed to want only your eyes on him. Those trembling eyes he had begun to savour struggling to stay open.
"Don't be scared, I can finally fix you."
The pallor in your face deeply seetles, a jeer back at tea time with a mighty guffaw rumbling out of him. You felt yourself getting carried off, along with Poppy whom he stuffed into your bloodied jacket to fit snugly for the ride.
A soft, uncharecteristic chuckle soon follows, he watches you lose consciousness in his arms, tracing the drool on your chin and letting it slip between his claws. Poppy nestles onto your chest so devastatingly at peace, moving ever so slightly to the Prototype's janky movements.
Giblet looks up once when he heard the telltale shift of clinking, he grips his chest now that the inevitable is here. The Prototype took you and Poppy deep into his lairs, doing god knows what. It made all hope that had remained inside him shatter since it takes him back to square one.
With a haunting trill, he stalks into the darkness, finally with the two possessions he wished to have in a very long time. A lot of emotions run through his disfigured body but what he felt at that moment matched his mad, petrifying face; mania.
Notes: Prototype might be out of character. Reader is gender neutral but is referred to as 'mother'. Reader has been turned into a toy but what they are has not been described. Set after chapter 5. Reader was originally human.
It has been what feels like years–it most likely has been–since Poppy last saw you. But you...you aren't what she remembers. You're not human anymore. You're plastic, it almost looks like porcelain with the way the light shines down on you.
"Mother.." She whispers, hurrying towards your sitting form, the monster following after her. Poppy curled into your lap, her tiny hands reaching towards your face. Sobs escaping her mouth before her head whipped behind her, staring the prototype down. "What did you do to them!" She screamed.
"What I had to." He answers, circling the mother and daughter. "They were sick," He paused, the jingling of his bells being the only thing heard in the sickening silence before he continued. "They asked me to do this. And why should a son deny his mother a chance to live." Poppy gasped, shaking her head. "Liar!" The doll shouted at the towering monster.
"They would've-..." She stuttered, her voice fading into her voice box. "Would've what, Poppy?" The prototype prods, that sickening grin looking down at her. Poppy hugs you tightly, shaking her head. "They would never have let you do this! Never!" She sobs.
The prototype growled, grabbing poppy by the head and lifting her up to his eye level. "You have no right to say that!" He hissed. "I have every right!" She shot back, her body shaking. The prototype looked down at you before looking back at poppy, his grip tightening. Nearly making her look worse. "I should have never brought you to them. What a waste." He scoffed, re-adjusting his grip on poppy and walking away from you.
"What are you doing!?" Poppy yelled, squirming in his grip, before realisation started to dawn. "No! Don't put me back there!" The doll cried out. "Please! Let me stay with them!" She begged, but he never reacted. "Mother!" She screamed. And that cry seemed to wake you.
The porcelain doll continued to scream and cry before a voice cut in. Your voice. "P-Poppy..?" You rasped, your eyes fluttering. "Mother!" Poppy gasped. The prototype paused mid stride, turning around and walking towards you. "Did she wake you, Mother?" He asked, his grip tightening around the doll's waist. You just stared at him, no response coming from your lips.
The prototype hummed, a deep rumble coming from his chest. "Sleep, Mother." He said gently. "You will see her again soon." He assured, his hand stroking your head gently. "What did you do to them!?" She repeated as the prototype continued his stride to the exit. Ignoring her cries. As you stared helplessly at her, frozen in your position. Watching as they left, poppy's cries echoing through the factory.
"Poppy." You repeated, but no one could hear your weak voice.
Thought about what would happen if the Prototype got jealous of you. Because Poppy, his sister, clings to you like a lifeline. And it makes him think about his father.
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The Prototype and Poppy's angel
★ Those who know him would whisper that he's a narcissist -and he absolutely is. But it's unclear if the Prototype was born this way, or if it's something learned. Because being treated like a god would warp anyone’s sense of self.
★ He's become very desensitized to violence. Never flinching at the sound of bones snapping. Flesh being pulled apart, and falling to the concrete floor with a wet thud. He doesn’t even look down.
★ Empathy is reserved for toys who obey. Even then, it's in limited supply. The Prototype doesn't care who survives. Say a toy scurries beneath his six legs. He'll make it quick and stab them in the chest. Killing fast.
★ People -outsiders, they're not shown that same kindness. When the Player stepped into his heaven? He knew you were meant to die slow.
★ Everything he does is for the benefit of himself and Poppy. Although he ends up hurting her more than anything else. In his mind, he knows what's best for her. She's just a child that needs to be corrected, guided and controlled.
★ When she forces his hand, (doesn't follow along,) it's Poppy's fault Prototype to hurt her. The blame falls on her. Every time. She should've listened to him. Now look at what she made him do? It's all her fault.
★ The fact Poppy dragged an outside into what he considers a family matter is insulting. To him, she's using you as a shield. Reminds him of how Poppy used to hide behind their dad. She would cry. And Elliot would tell her it'd be okay.
★ But his dad isn't here anymore. It was frustrating then, and still is now. Poppy clings to you the same way. That... doesn't sit well with him. But he refuses to admit he's jealous.
★ The Prototype tells himself you aren't important. Only a temporary problem. She'll lose interest in you, soon enough. The only reason Poppy likes you is because she needs you.
★ You're a real pain, you know that? A playmate he didn't ask for. And while it is fun toying with your life, he knows that all good things must come to an end.
★ As you sink into the poppy gel, the world becomes numb around you. He hopes you'll understand what a mistake coming back here was when the light leaves your eyes... What he didn't know was that you had more friends than he thought.
While most would think that Poppy was the only thing the Prototype cared about, possibly even loved, they were wrong. Deep in the factory, hidden from everything and everyone lies a room untouched by time compared to the rest of the factory it looked like a whole new world. In it contained a comfy little room and the closet thing Prototype ever had to a mother.
It seemed like yesterday Ollie woke up in a body that wasn't his with his “father” promising him a “better place” and that his sacrifice would allow him to finally meet his sister. While Elliot was full of false promises and only ever wanted to speak about Poppy, you were different. You cared about his feelings, his well-being, you'd ask how he felt and helped ease any discomfort he was feeling, you were his mother and un like his father, you acted like a mother should. One of his favorite differences between you and Elliot was when he asked to see his sister, with Elliot it was always “soon” but you would bring him to her, or vise versa, you were the reason he finally got to meet Poppy.
But soon things changed, you stopped showing up as often, what was once multiple daily visits became a few times a month to none at all. When he finally brought it up to Elliot during one of their talks the response he got broke his heart, “I'm sorry Ollie, your mother, she- she's not doing too well, she's very sick and it doesn't seem to be getting better.” “No. No, y-you're lying!” He cried, not wanting to accept that his mother may not recover. As time passed he became angry with Elliot, he took his life away from him, turned him into a prototype just to bring back his dead daughter, yet he couldn't do anything for his beloved mother!? He brought back the dead with his experiments yet he can't save the sick with the same experiments!?
Well…. If Elliot won't, Ollie will have to. After all he's not losing his mother.
That led him to where he is now, he had learned Elliot’s methods of turning humans into toys, as much as he hates to admit it he's more similar to his father than he likes to admit, he too was desperate to bring back someone he loved, and used the same methods to save them, and it worked. He saved her, he saved his mother. You looked eerily similar to when you were human, only now your skin has a plasticy shimmer. But at least now Ollie won't have to say goodbye to you, as a toy your illness is gone and no longer puts your life at risk.
“Hello mother.” He said, making his voice sound like it did all those years ago, because with you that's who he was. He was just your little Ollie. “Ollie? Oh, Oliver. My baby.” You cried out, you were so happy to see one of your babies after what felt like so long. You couldn't leave this room, you would never know of the horrors just outside the door. Much like Poppy you were trapped in a cage, but your cage wasn't as obvious.
As you cuddled with your son you asked “Hey sweetie, have you seen your sister around, I haven't heard from her in a while.” Of course you worry about Poppy just like you worried about him, she was your child just like him, it was only natural. “Unfortunately no, but I will let you know if I hear from or see her” he lied, he knew where she was, of course he did he's the one who locked her in her case. “Thank you baby, you're such a good boy. I love you Ollie.”
Oh if only you knew, Ollie only exists with you. With everyone else he's “The Prototype” he's the God of Playtime, he's feared, he's worshipped. But with you, he's loved, he's back to that little boy who just wanted parental love, and with you that's something he always got. But here he's just your baby boy, not the feared God who doesn't tolerate anyone that goes against him.So, for now.
Okay, we have some post Hour of Joy and during the Hour of Joy requests, but what about pre Hour of Joy? How Mommy, Kissy, CatNap, Doey and Prototype would react to the worker!Reader who's nice and kind to toys? They have no idea about toys' true nature, but can say that scientists treat them like a crap and doing their best to help them. They even managed to take some smaller toys from the factory unnoticed and brought them to the home, where they give them normal life away from the factory; they would like to do this with everyone else, but unfortunately they can't.
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🌤️ — requesting my favorite characters, anon? I like you ( = ⩊ = ) enjoy!
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❝ Escape death without even knowing it.. ❞
— FANDOM: POPPY PLAYTIME.
— PAIRING: PRE HOUR OF JOY!MOMMY LONG LEGS, KISSY MISSY, CATNAP, DOEY, THE PROTOTYPE x WORKER!READER.
— PLATONIC.
— HCS/CONCEPT.
— TW: BAD ENGLISH, BAD GRAMMAR, OOC, MENTION OF VIOLENCE, MENTION OF DEATH.
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— MOMMY LONG LEGS:
☆ ┈ ..Hm. It's strange.
☆ ┈ All scientists are nasty, dirty, annoying people who don't want to play with her and keep her in conditions that even animals shouldn't be kept in.
☆ ┈ What's wrong with you, then?
☆ ┈ Mommy isn't sure if she's disgusted by your kindness or if she's drawn to it. It's something in between.
☆ ┈ At first, she treats you with mockery because she doesn't believe in the sincerity of your actions. At first.
☆ ┈ When you actually bring her something she asked for, even though the scientists have forbidden you to give her anything, she actually finds your kindness..interesting.
☆ ┈ Mommy usually doesn't like these foul, ugly, disgusting scientists!! But you...Oh, you're just wonderful!
☆ ┈ Yes, pay attention to her. Her! She's the only one who deserves your kindness!!!
☆ ┈ No, don't look at those nasty little toys. You don't need them!
☆ ┈ Oh, and that Poppy and her stupid frieend Kiissy Miiissyyy..Always taking up your attention, always pretending to be victims...
☆ ┈ She's tired of it! Mommy deserves some love too! Stop looking at them, she's right here!
☆ ┈ When The Hour of Joy begins, she rushes to find you, literally trampling over anyone in her path.
☆ ┈ She's seen the way other toys are looking at you. Mini Huggies and that idiot Bonzo might want to eat you, but the bigger ones are smarter, and they're not going to leave you alone.
☆ ┈ She...She can't let them take you!
☆ ┈ And the most frustrating part? She doesn't have enough time.
☆ ┈ You weren't killed, she would have found your body. Someone took you on purpose. And she has a suspicion of who.
☆ ┈ Mommy is even willing to team up with the other toys if it means you'll return to them. Even though they're all weird.
☆ ┈ She's definitely not going to just give you away, especially to those jerks on the lower floors!
— "Oh, don't continue, dear, you're being so kind..Although no, GO ON! Tell Mommy what else you like about her!"
— KISSY MISSY:
☆ ┈ At first, she's like a scared child (which, admittedly, she is) as soon as she sees you.
☆ ┈ The other workers who have worked with her have explained to you that she always gets stressed when she sees a new face.
☆ ┈ Well, Kissy Missy's last caretaker suddenly quit, and there was no one to look after her, so now you're doing it.
☆ ┈ Of all toys on this list, she's the one who gets attached to you the fastest. The scientists scare her, and many of the employees treat her with disdain, which makes her trust you only because you're kind to her.
☆ ┈ She can't speak, but she wants to tell you so much. She's so sorry..
☆ ┈ I really doubt that you could successfully retrieve the toys from the factory, but you tried. Kissy just watches sadly as you play with her little version without interfering.
☆ ┈ She just can't be jealous of you. She probably feels sorry for herself and thinks she's done something wrong, so you don't pay attention to her.
☆ ┈ Kissy Missy genuinely loves you and sees you as an older sister or brother.
☆ ┈ Sometimes she wants to hug you, but she's shy about physical contact. It reminds her of..well, it doesn't matter.
☆ ┈ At first, she doesn't even think about Hour of Joy until she realizes, that you'll be attacked too.
☆ ┈ For the rest of the days, she acts nervous around you, hoping to warn you in some way, but she fails. Then she is going to be transferred and will have a new caretaker.
☆ ┈ Kissy Missy attacks the employees without regret. However, it was only when the employee massacre was coming to an end that she remembered you.
☆ ┈ Where are you now? Will she see you later? Will she see you at all?
☆ ┈ ..Poppy told her that the Prototype took you to the lower floors. She's scared, but she's willing to go ahead just to check it out.
☆ ┈ Just to see you again.
☆ ┈ It would be at least some comfort in this hell..
— CATNAP:
☆ ┈ Recently, he's heard rumors about a new employee who treats toys well.
☆ ┈ It sounds too good to be true.
☆ ┈ However, he's managed to meet you, and he's not impressed.
☆ ┈ CatNap simply doesn't believe that your attitude towards toys is driven by pure intentions. I think it's understandable, considering his previous..experiences with scientists..
☆ ┈ He's been cautious around you. He doesn't respond to you or let you get too close. You don't want to insist either, so there's a distance between you.
☆ ┈ Everything changes when The Prototype intervenes.
☆ ┈ CatNap isn't sure why, but..The Prototype trusts you. And he's asking CatNap to trust you.
☆ ┈ It's strange, but The Prototype knows what he's doing, so he'll trust him, even if it means trusting you.
☆ ┈ CatNap..is trying to get used to you. And he's finding that he likes your company.
☆ ┈ It's not surprising. Constantly wary and hating the other workers, he quickly gets used to you, and he has no intention of getting used to you in any way.
☆ ┈ The other workers, seeing how easily you manage to interact with him, give you the right to stay with him as long as you want, and he doesn't mind.
☆ ┈ However, when you are redirected to a higher floor so that you can spend more time with Kissy Missy, he becomes irritated.
☆ ┈ Finally, something good has appeared in this disgusting place, and it has been taken away from him.
☆ ┈ He hates the factory. He hates the other toys. He hates the workers. He hates everything alive in this damn place.
☆ ┈ He becomes more irritated with others, filled with nothing but anger and hatred for others.
☆ ┈ And then comes The Hour of Joy.
☆ ┈ The time when he is finally free..
☆ ┈ CatNap leaves Playcare for the first time to reach you. And when he finds you, he hunts you down and corners you until he puts you to sleep and takes you deep into the factory.
☆ ┈ The Prototype will take care of you. Your kindness will be returned.
— "The Prototype..will open your eyes to the truth."
— DOEY:
☆ ┈ He's actually surprised to see you.
☆ ┈ Everything is..complicated, to be honest.
☆ ┈ Kevin hates you, which is expected. He could try to give you a chance..But he doesn't want to.
☆ ┈ Matthew actually likes you. He's drawn to you, and it shows in his behavior.
☆ ┈ Jack finds you to be a good, kind adult, and he pays attention to you whenever he takes control. You're like an aunt or uncle to him..
☆ ┈ Doey doesn't see you as often as he would like. You mostly work on the upper floors, and keep an eye on other experiments.
☆ ┈ He saw them. Creepy types. The crazy spider-lady, CatNap, this crazy religious fanatic, and Huggy along with his copy, which, as he realized, is a new experiment, her name is Kissy Missy, if he's right..
☆ ┈ ..Why does he feel regret at the thought of being left alone again while you're with the other toys?
☆ ┈ Huh..Such a strange feeling.
☆ ┈ He listens to Poppy and the other toys' stories about how kind and lovely you are.
☆ ┈ He would like to spend more time with you, just like they do...
☆ ┈ Doey, like all the other toys, is participating in The Hour of Joy. While Kevin is raging and Matthew is concerned about what's going on, Jack is asking himself if you're okay and where you are.
☆ ┈ Unconsciously, Jack pushes the other two to search for you. They find Poppy, who tells them that instead of killing you, you were captured by the Prototype's subjects and taken away.
☆ ┈ This is a red flag for Doey. What The Prototype want from you? To kill you? Unlikely..All employees were killed in the same way, regardless of their attitude towards toys.
☆ ┈ What did you do to get his attention?..
☆ ┈ When the Player appears, Doey wants to believe that you are still alive. That you will meet again someday.
☆ ┈ He misses you...
— "Hey, pal, long time no see! I missed you! Oh, wait, wait, have you seen a biiig flower made of dough? Well, you're about to!"
— THE PROTOTYPE:
☆ ┈ RETIRE AND LEAVE THIS PLACE!!!
☆ ┈ You've caught his attention. And that's very, very bad.
☆ ┈ Trust me, he's the last person you'd want to deal with. No joke.
☆ ┈ The Prototype is interested in you. Most of the employees are sick bastards like Harley Sawyer, but there are also ordinary people who just want to get paid.
☆ ┈ You seem to genuinely care about the toys and treat them with kindness..How unusual.
☆ ┈ He likes it.
☆ ┈ The Prototype is not just interested in you, he's starting to get attached to you. It's creepy, considering you're not allowed near the Prototype and you've never even seen him, or even know a thing about him.
☆ ┈ You've only heard a few things about him from CatNap, but that's it.
☆ ┈ He, on the other hand, is willing to learn everything about you.
☆ ┈ He doesn't have much information, but he's observant and always listening, so he knows enough to feel drawn to you.
☆ ┈ You're "lucky".. You're the only one who has a ticket to not being killed in The Hour of Joy.
☆ ┈ Even if you don't know about it, The Prototype will take care of you.
☆ ┈ You wake up, restrained, tied up, and unable to properly look around in the dark room. And feeling someone's presence.
☆ ┈ Now, your fate is to spend many years with him, and sometimes others toys who obeys him.
☆ ┈ From time to time, he runs his hand over your face, and the claw-like rod that resembles a finger causes you tremble.
☆ ┈ You will stay with him. For a long time. But you will be safe.
— "There's no way out. Don't resist. Your home is here."
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🌤️ — welp, it took some time for sure. hope you like it, have a good day ☆
AN: Fandom so miserable that I almost didn't post this 💀. It's actually so depressing how much potential this game had before it took THAT route 🥀
Word Count: 3k+
Click-clink.
You try to stay clear-headed as you hear its mechanical joints grinding together along with a piston or something shifting from air pressure.
“Do you really think you can HIde ForEveR?”
You shiver as you hear that creature’s voice glitching out again.
Is it broken…? Does that even matter?!
You don’t know what it is besides that it’s sentient and dangerous. You had barely managed to escape with your life once more while sliding back into the vent, but now that you've seen it twice, It seemed to be some sort of metal spider mixed with a jester. A jack-in-the-box? Whatever! None of that mattered besides you finding your way out of here!
You and your friends were always exploring abandoned haunts as a random hobby you all had picked up and this time you four had plotted to break into the desolate Poppy Playtime factory. It was randomly brought into the conversation as you were all watching a sports game together when one of you had mentioned the toy their aunt had given them in their childhood.
“Yeah man, it was like some fluffy purple cat.”
“Wait, I think I know what you’re talking about.”
“Shit. They also had that doll called Peony Playhour?”
“You mean Poppy Playtime.”
“That’s what I said.”
After reminiscing on your old memories and doing minimal research because it felt like the company had just disappeared off the face of the planet, which it kind of did, you all decided to pack your bags and go on a road trip to see what had truly occurred to cause the factory to just close one day.
Wewooooo!
Your friend whistles as he manages to turn on his flashlight and you all follow suit.
“Ah man, I remember Huggy Wuggy.”
“Bet you hugged him to sleep every night~”
“Did not.”
Your friends shove each other as they play around, while you could only scrutinize your surroundings. The place wasn’t nearly dusty or destroyed enough to be considered abandoned… Everyone was having a good time and you didn’t want to ruin it, but there was still a strange atmosphere present in the area. It almost felt like you were being watched.
“Do you guys get a feeling that something bad happened here?”
“Obviously, genius. Why else would they close a thriving factory with millions of dollars in profit?”
“Right…”
You huff as you’re easily dismissed by the others, but even they begin to feel the oppressive weight of the factory on their minds. It’s not until you all encounter a giant door with a heavy lock on the front do they finally decide to call it a night. The strange poppy flower painting and the numerous scribbled writings of “Turn back” send chills down your spine.
“I can't believe they also painted the toys with blood and hung ‘em.”
They laugh, but you notice that the paint on the door isn't at all like the ones stained on the toys’ bodies. The splotches have turned a deep brown in some spots, oxidization, it was definitely blood. You were sure of it.
“I bet Y/N’s happy.”
“Yeah, yeah.”
You try to keep a calm mind and a steady hand as your flashlight trembles in your grip while you walk behind them.
“Why so jumpy? We said we were leaving.”
They laugh at you as one of them throws an arm around your shoulders to try and lighten you up. It's not until you all reach the inner main lobby do you notice that something's amiss: the Huggy Wuggy mascot in the center platform is gone.
“Was I daydreaming an 18-foot blue plushie?”
“Nah bro, it was definitely there…”
You quickly turn off your flashlight as your hand begins to shake even more. The lights from your friends’ flashlights are enough to pave a clear path anyways.
“Hey, what's that?”
One of your friends asks as he points his flashlight at the entrance you all came from. Blue fur, spindly limbs, and a mouth no longer curled into a cute smile but instead split open to show rows upon rows of teeth greet you.
“Heeek!”
He drops his flashlight and within a second he's grabbed by the creature. You all watch in shock as Huggy Wuggy lifts your friend into the air before shoving half of him into his mouth.
Krsh. Krsh.
“He… He just…”
Its dark pupils slowly slide in its glassy eyes until it's focusing on the rest of your group.
Run.
You don't wait a second as your legs are on auto-pilot while the creature charges at the rest of your friends who also separate and scatter. A tactic you all would usually partake in when the police would find you all trespassing on private property.
I knew this was a bad idea! I knew it! I knew it!
You hear the creature’s inhuman shrieks fading in the distance as you run into random rooms to hide. You eventually find yourself in the mini warehouse and take cover behind a pile of boxes next to the stairs.
Control your breathing! Control your heart rate!
But how could you when you hear the doors slamming open and one of your friends screaming in a panic. You've never heard someone shout for their life before, at least not outside of movies. Nothing could replicate that desperate wailing being ripped straight from a person’s chest, nor the sound of that monster's teeth sinking into them as it grabbed her and, you assume, broke her into two. The sickening squelching noises make your stomach twist as you try not to cry and/or vomit. Bones crack like twigs while blood sprays so far that it barely misses you and instead hits the wall behind you. Her body hits the floor with a thud as you close your eyes and try to think of something else, anything else, except the situation you were currently in. A small sob almost escapes you as you hear the creature dragging her away and out of the stairwell. You're too afraid to move. You think you could just wait here forever and die a more peaceful death than whatever the plush monster had in store for you.
Time passes eerily slow as quiet settles over the factory once more. You hug your knees closer to your chest as you sniffle, but refuse to cry.
Did he leave…?
You think about popping your head out from behind the boxes to look, but you can’t without at least one sign you’ll be okay.
“Is that all of them?”
What?
A charismatic voice echoes from outside the storage room and you're compelled to leave your hiding spot to see what's occurring.
That's a man's voice. It's a person!
But instead you're greeted with something even more horrifying. A man-made horror beyond your comprehension with needles for hands and mechanical spider-legs for a lower body stands in front of Huggy Wuggy. You try not to look at it as much as possible or your friends skewered on its fingers, opting to keep your eyes on the large blue doll instead.
“Good job, HugGY WuggY!”
Their voice switches to that of a small child before distorting into something that could only be described as demonic static while your legs tremble from behind the wall.
“Now remember, find the last one as well. We cannot let any intruders into our paradise!”
Huggy Wuggy gave a small guttural growl in response before walking off with heavy footsteps. The creature looks around momentarily and you duck your head back behind the wall. The tips of its legs click against the floor before the sound of the remnants of your friends being dragged away reaches your ears.
They're going to eat them. And then me.
The situation is hopeless. You've been waiting for that stupid, murderous, giant ball of fur to wander off somewhere else, but instead it's just been getting more and more mad while pummeling things in the lobby out of frustration. The plaque describing Huggy Wuggy is bent sideways as he punches at everything else that surrounds him. His irritation is nearly hitting his peak as he's unable to find you.
Stupid doll.
You internally groan as you slide back down into your new hiding spot.
That creature is his boss. That shit was not a toy.
You wonder what on earth that thing could have even been. It was perfectly emulating all manners of human speech and mannerisms unlike Huggy who seemed to be a somewhat mindless plush monster. You shake your head.
Not empty-headed, that thing is just feral.
You hear him screeching even louder as he bashes his fist through another wall.
And angry beyond belief, fricking loser.
You wait. And wait. And keep waiting.
It's been hours now and you were starting to feel cramped. If you couldn't escape through the main entrance, then maybe there was another way.
You end up hiding and sneaking your way back into the storage room warehouse and find an open ventilation shaft.
Cobwebs cover the front and the entirety of the internal pathways of the vents are most likely filled with rats and spiders…
You sigh but this is what you signed up for when you came here with your friends. Exploration and adrenaline that could fulfill your guys’ curiosity for years to come!
What a waste. I need to find a way out.
You brush aside the cobwebs with a small toy block before quietly placing it to the side and going into the ventilation shaft. It's not as tight a fit as you would expect. Someone could even crouch run in here if they wanted to.
Wanted to? More like if you needed to.
“Ugh…”
You groan softly as you make your way through the labyrinth of steel and stale air as Huggy continues to throw a tantrum beneath you.
If he's screaming in the inner lobby area, then maybe this way?
His screams become a thing of the distant past. More like the past hour as you continue to crawl through the vents with aching hands and sore legs. You start to realize that the vents are going on for way too long. That this couldn't possibly be the way to the main entrance past the inner lobby. You must've gone the wrong way and deeper into the factory…
Small groans slip past your lips as you lay your head on the slightly lukewarm metal of the ventilation shaft.
Fuck. I should just go back down to the ground and figure out where I am first.
You crawl further in and find a grate that you could easily kick open. Through the gaps, you can see a room filled with pillows and an empty glass case.
What could this room even be for? What the actual fuck is happening in this factory.
You maneuver your body around before easily kicking the grate open and pushing yourself into the room. The wallpaper is peeling and it smells weird, but it's oddly cozy. It’s much more comfortable than whatever the hell was going on in the front of the factory. You walk close to the glass case to confirm that it's indeed empty. Nothing small lays on the pillow nor is there even an indent of something ever having been placed on it.
“Why would they have a place like this in a toy factory…?”
“Why indeed?’
You close your eyes as you exhale and wonder if you have enough time to run back into the vent and crawl away.
Probably not. Probably yes. Your legs feel like jelly, but you manage to dive into the vent before the ends of the creature's legs stop in front of the opening.
A man’s soothing voice plays from it.
“Come back to me, won't you?”
Fuck no!
You can hear its joints creaking as it bends down to take a better look at you, but you're already well on your way out of the room and unfortunately, further into the factory.
“A little mouse has made its way into the walls! We'll find you~”
A woman's voice sings-songs to your back as you shudder and try to ignore it. A factory this large must have had fire escapes, right? Surely, you can exit through one of those.
Wrong. So wrong. You're in disbelief as you find yourself even deeper in the factory.
Why the fuck is there an orphanage at the fucking core of the earth?!
You wander around as your feet sink into the fake grass and fans work overtime to mimic spring breezes. You glance at the numerous buildings nestled under this dome and the amount of overturned furniture in disbelief.
Nope. I need a break.
You sit down on a scratched up chair as you think of how you really need to start doing more thorough research before visiting abandoned buildings.
Like I would ever do this shit again!
You stop yourself before you can think of “and with who”...
Now wasn't the time for grief. You needed to focus on survival, especially with the way you shuddered at how that thing was most likely actively looking for you with its giant goons.
To any higher being that’s listening, please let Huggy be its only dumb goon after me!
You pray knowing full well, that Huggy Wuggy was probably only the first one with ten more waiting for you, each more awful than the last. It didn't hurt to have some hope in an awful situation, even if that hope was being chased down by two gruesome monsters instead of four.
The claw marks left behind on the head of the chair are huge and you can feel the indent of the missing wood on your back, but you feel like there’s probably more pressing matters.
Maybe that creepy boss thing did this?
You groan as you wonder how much longer you can keep gaslighting yourself into thinking everything is going to be okay. Your head is in your hands when you feel a looming shadow pass over you.
“Leave Playcare.”
You jump as you hear a raspy, whispered voice that seems to come out of nowhere.
“Or I'm coming for you.”
You almost spin in circles as you look for the source of the voice.
… Did it just tell me to leave?
“Can you lead the way then?”
Silence.
“I said I want to leave!”
You still see nothing in the shadows or the light nor hear the strange voice telling you to go away again.
Maybe I imagined it?
You wouldn’t be surprised, but just to make sure.
“I said I want to-!”
You gasp and stumble backwards as purple fur and eyes that resembled pitch-black voids stare at you from not even a centimeter away.
It's… It’s a cat.
You realize as you continue to back away from it while on your bruised behind on the floor. Your nerves start to go haywire as it just keeps watching you. It's entire mouth could swallow you whole in one bite. He almost looked even bigger than Huggy Wuggy.
This must be my fault for wishing for him to be the only dumb goon instead of the only goon…
“A-are you going to help me leave?”
You tremble as you ask it while rising to your feet. It mimics your actions as it also stands to its full quadrupedal height. But it doesn't answer you. The crescent moon on its collar jingles as it turns and begins to walk away from you.
“S-so do I follow you?”
It doesn't respond to your second question either. You sigh and decide to trail after it anyways solely because it didn't kill you when it clearly could have.
It leads you further into dark corners of Playcare as you struggle to see anything, only the swishing of its tail and the jingling of its collar keeps you on track. You stumble and trip eventually, grabbing onto its tail by accident. It stops walking right then and there. Its eyes glow in the dark as it looks back at you with that permanent wide mouth smile.
“Sorry, I tripped…”
You immediately let go of its soft tail and it's turning back around and continuing its trek.
Quiet… He's scheming something. There's no way, he isn't. Why did I have to run into something sentient again…
“I've brought her.”
“Good job, Catnap!”
You close your eyes as you smile in acceptance once you process whose or what’s voice you’re hearing.
I'm actually gonna die.
Fooled by an overgrown purple cat into walking straight into a death trap. You almost want to laugh at how absurd that sounds if it weren’t for an amalgamation of children's nightmares walking up to you with its own laugh.
“What a cute little thing! You've survived for so long all on your own!”
Catnap sits quietly as he patiently waits for a new command. His tail curled around in the empty space behind you to prevent any escape back to Playcare.
“And you listened to Catnap and didn't have to be dragged! Good job!”
You feel disgusted at being complimented by some creature that made you feel sick by just looking at it. It leans closer to you in the dim lighting of whatever back passageway Catnap had brought you to and you can count each individual tooth in its mouth. It's upper body contorts in a way that makes your own skin squirm in discomfort.
“I do want to see what you look like wrongside out.”
Its face shifts sideways, rotating its smile and eyes as you try not to faint. You take a step back purely on reflex, but feel Catnap's tail brush against your ankles. A clear warning: don’t even think about running.
“But I suppose some sacrifices have to be made!”
You flinch when its needle-like fingers bend down and inch closer to your head. You keep your head lowered and your gaze on the floor as it picks up a strand of your hair before dropping it and moving onto the next.
“Obedient. Willing to do what it must to survive. Quiet. You’ll do nicely!”
I think I should have let Huggy snap my neck…
You gasp loudly as its hand grabs your face and tilts your head so you couldn’t look anywhere but into its singular glowing eye.
“I think I'll make you my angel.”
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🗑️ TO THE “MORAL POLICE” HARASSING AUTHORS: YOU ARE THE VILLAIN HERE.
I’m actually losing brain cells watching this fandom implode. I need you chronically online performative activists to sit down, shut up, and listen for once in your miserable lives.
I’m seeing amazing authors deactivating, deleting their work, and leaving the fandom because a pack of rabid hyenas decided to bully them over FICTIONAL CHARACTERS.
Let’s get a few things straight, because apparently, critical thinking is a skill you lot didn’t spec into.
1. HARASSMENT IS NOT ACTIVISM.
Bullying real, living, breathing human beings over a fanfic about a video game monster doesn’t make you a “good person.” It makes you a piece of sh*t. You are not “protecting children.” You are literally traumatizing real people in the name of a pixelated antagonist. If you tell an artist to kill themselves over a ship, YOU are the problem. Not them. You. 🤡
2. IT IS A HORROR GAME.
We are talking about Poppy Playtime. A game about body horror, murder, and dark experiments. But suddenly, writing dark fics or shipping the Prototype (an eldritch abomination made of wires and meat) is where you draw the line? Stop applying real-world laws to a fictional wire-spider. “Oh, but he’s Oliver!! He’s coded as a minor!!” SHUT UP. The Prototype is a fictional entity. A monster. Authors have been writing about him since before the lore drop. Even if the lore changes, FICTION DOES NOT EQUAL REALITY. If you can’t separate a fanfic from real life, you need to log off and go to therapy.
3. “DON’T LIKE, DON’T READ” IS FREE.
The block button exists. No one is strapping you to a chair and forcing you to read Pro-ship fics or Prototype content. You are actively seeking it out just to be offended. That’s pathological behavior.
To the antis/moralists: You are not the morality police. You are just bored bullies looking for a socially acceptable target to abuse. You ruined the fun for everyone because you’re incapable of curating your own internet experience.
To the authors: Please, for the love of god, DO NOT STOP WRITING. Do not let these jobless losers win. Block them, lock comments, but keep creating. You are the backbone of this fandom. The rest of them are just noise.
R.I.P. adequacy in this fandom. You've broken the bottom.
