Writers note: I wrote most of this originally right after season 1 came out, so just as a warning, the lore is a bit funky. The same is going for my writing style
Morningstar Family with a teen reader that acts like an adult
Characters' relashionship with reader: plotonic
Ganre: Angst?
Type: Drabble
Gn reader
Masterlist
You were only 9 when your mom vanished. Your dad locked himself away, and your sister went onto her own things. The only people looking after you were the catsles servants. Over the years, you learned and picked up the royal duties to the point that you were basically ruling hell, and your family was not even aware of your doings.
Well, now you are sixteen it's been seven years since your mother was home, and your family was not together- well, you thought so.
You were watching a favorite TV show of yours when suddenly a breaking news came up showing your Father and Sister together in some fight against the angels.
You were worried for a split second until you remembered your Father was immortal, and he would die for your sister, so no worries there.
The worst part about this is that later on the news they showed the new hotel your sister was running and the both of them looked oh so happy and they did not even invite you, even if you were not to go because work is #1, the thought still counts...
A month later, at the hotel
"Hey, Dad!" Charlie shouted to her father from the couch to the bar where he was at the moment. "Yes, Charlie?" Lucifer asked, walking towrds Charlie.
"If it's alright with you, may I get the soul files for Evan Emily?" "Uhmmmm... Weeelll" "Dad, what's wrong?" Charlie asked her, Dad. "It's just, weelll your sibling has royal duties over that at the moment, and as you should know the supreme court and I decided that whoever held that dutie was only allowed to see those files except if they give permission to another person to see them and that goes for me aswel sweetie." Lucifer tried to tell his daughter without trying to upset her regarding the news even if she would probably not react like that.
"Oh, that's disappointing. Oh, I know! We'll go over to Readers' place to ask for their permission!" "That's a great idea Hun" Vaggie told Charlie. "But wouldn't they be busy with all their duties?"
"Nah, they probably have like a maximum of 3 or smthn. I mean, they are only sixteen! Right, Dad?" "Well now as you say it, I think they have five, wait lemme check." Lucifer then opened up his phone and went into the app that shows who has what duties, and-
"Wow, that seems like almost all of them for the royal family," Angel Dust says behind Lucifer, looking at Lucifers phone. Lucifer and Charlie were extremely shocked at this information. With all this work, it was considered terrible child labor.
"Wow, I never thought the younger generation could work so hard," Alastor said next to Lucifer. "Oh, what the!? Shut it Bambi!" "Dad calm down. Please let's just head to Readers part of the catsle and fix this." "o-ok, alright, let's go." Lucifer grabbed Charlie's hand and they telaported in front of your office.
"Woah, when did they gain an office?" Charlie asked her dad. "I'm... not to sure," Lucifer told his daughter.
Charlie knocked on your door.
A muffled voice came from the other side. "You may come in"
Once opening the door, instead of being presented with you, they were presented with some other demon. "Master Reader, your father and sister, are here to see you!" The demon shouted towards the other door in your office.
You opened the door, walking through it presently. "Thanks, Tom, and remember, just call me by my name only. Otherwise, you are excused." "Thank you, reader," Tom then left the room through the main door and closed it behind him.
"Reader," your father and sister said at the same time. You held your hand up to stop their talking. "It's great to see you two," you walked towards your desk, "whatever you have to say, I do request you make it quick," you said, sitting down in your desk chair. "I have a tight schedule today." You told them simply while locking your fingers together on your desk.
Charlie and your father had concerned looks on their faces. Charlie started talking first. "Well, we are not too sure how to say this bu-" "Sis I love you, but get to the point" you told her, interrupting her sentence.
"Well, we were hoping we could see the soul files." You stared at the two, intently, what a hassle, "what reason could you possibly want to see that?" "Well for the redemption of-" you held your hand up, stopping the girls explanation. "I heard enough." Charlie smiled with sparkles in her eyes.
"I won't let you see them."
Charlie's face fell and your father seemed to get out of whatever trance he was in.
"Now, if you will excuse me." You got out of your chair and slid it back into place, "I have work to do."
The second you started to walk out you heard Charlie ask a question that wasn't exactly simple to you, "why?".
Hello, it's me again! I brought you a few more drawings. I really put a lot of effort into these, and this time I made them more detailed and spent more time working on them. I think they turned out way better than my previous ones, so I hope you like them!🤗
The first drawing is of Kissy and Poppy. The second and third are her conversations with Ollie and CatNap. I refuse to draw that cat, so you'll have to settle for a PNG image instead;/. And the last one... well, it's basically proof of why kids need parental controls and why you shouldn't trust boys on the phone. (MY IMAGE ALSO CRASHED AND NOW THE QUALITY IS TERRIBLE, WHICH SOMEHOW MAKES IT EVEN FUNNIER TO ME.)
As for headcanons, I have one where Y/N's voice sounds like the singer from the "Welcome to Derry" opening song(not the remix). I haven't actually watched the show, but I feel like the song's lyrics fit her pretty well. And if questions are allowed, I'm curious: what's your favorite chapter and favorite character?(^^)
Anyway, I worked really hard on these, and I hope you enjoy them! I know you're dealing with exams right now, so good luck with them and I hope they go well. I’ll be looking forward to future chapters.🙂↕️ Good luck!
Oh my gosh !
I can see that you took more time and effort to draw, it's so cute !
I like the details, the fact that you drew her injuries and the damaged state of her clothes. Well done !
The idea of the girl team with Kissy and Poppy is so adorable. Since I want Y/n to have real connections with the toys, I can totally see this kind of relationship grow between them.
The fact that you use Catnap PNJ image makes me laugh xD. He's so terrifying that his appearance is not even in the same artstyle than the protagonist.
And the meme with the Prototype xD. It's so true. And the low image quality makes it even better. You know, since the reveal of Prototype's design, now that I listen to Ollie lines in chapters 3 and 4, I can't help but laugh imagining this giant Jack-in-the-box spider at the other end of the line talking like a little boy, flattering himself and loosing patience some times ("UNDER THE STATUE!", I can imagine him holding back a "fucking dammit !").
Now that you mention it, I think the voice of the singer is a good candidate. For me, I headcanon Y/n's voice to be close to the Japanese voice of Phosphophylite from land of the lustrous (but a little more high pitched).
The song's lyrics fit her well indeed, a little too much even (no spoil though).
My favourite chapter.... mmmmh. I would say chapter 5. The gameplay is more interesting, and it's really intense.
For my favourite character... Well, before the release of chapter 5, it was Catnap. I really liked his design, his story and his relationship with the Prototype. He's so tragic.
But after the release of chapter 5, my favourite is the Prototype. His design! His voices, his behaviour, his story, his relationship with Poppy, the notes and drops of lore we find about him. I am really impatient that my story reaches the parts where we can see him, because I want to develop him in the context of my story ><.
Thank you very much for your drawings and your questions. If you have more (drawings, questions, headcanons, etc), don't be shy and send them ! I will be happy to react to them.
Thank you for your support. My exam is in two weeks and I think I am ready.
Thank you again for your drawings, I really appreciate them. I am so flattered that my story inspired you.
Platonic! Poppy Playtime x Child! Player! Reader (Part 6)
Come along, down with me.
You're not alone, you will see.
We children we have each other.
And each other is all you need.
(Y/n) = your name
Bolds caps = you speaking
Italic caps = thinking
Green caps = Ollie
Some events will be canon divergent.
Reader is implied to be a girl.
"♪ S-M-I-L-E everyday! ♪"
"♪ When you are down and out, ♪"
"♪ No need to frown and pout! ♪"
"♪ Cuz' Smiling Critters' are here to say: ♪"
"♪ S-M-I-L-E everyday! ♪"
_”Mh D-dad ? How ?”
You wake up, your head feeling dizzy.
What happened ? Where are you again ?
The static light of a television screen shines in front of you. It’s, a cartoon ?
Episode 12 : A strange mess
_”Hey guys, don’t you think it’s time to tidy the place up ?”
_”But I still need my football !”
_”And me, my pencils !”
_”Me, my microscope !”
You stare at the screen.
A Smiling Critters cartoon ?
Dad told you about this. It was released to celebrate the Smiling Critters toy line’s release.
He promised to find you the VHS release.
So, does that mean you’re home ? That all of this was just a horrible nightmare ?
That dad is here ?
This isn’t your TV.
And this isn’t your living room.
Your head hurts so much.
You remember now.
Mommy… Poppy… The train…
Poppy…
This liar. She never intended to let you go.
And now…
You’re stuck even deeper into this factory.
Where are you, by the way ?
You feel yourself in a comfortable place. You’re laying on a soft couch, your head resting on an old cushion. You think it was white at the beginning, but time has dulled it to an old, dusty grey.
In front of you, perched on a rusty red metal drawer unit, stands a red television showcasing the Smiling Critters cartoon.
In normal circumstances, you would have been overjoyed to spend your day laying on the couch watching cartoons. But here… It’s just a painful reminder of what’s lost.
A phone suddenly rings throughout the room, making your headache worse.
_”Please stop !”
You take your head in your hands, trying to block out the shrill sound and ease the pain.
The phone continues to ring, its shrill ringing refusing to be silenced.
You get up from the couch, the soft Playtime Co. patterned blanket sliding on the ground. In your attempt to search this cursed phone, you fall on the hard ground, your legs having given up on you.
You feel dizzy, you barely feel your legs.
You lay on the ground.
Your muscles : hurting.
Your bones : cracking.
Your head : pulsing in pain.
And this stupid phone that refuses to shut up.
Maybe if you just… lay there, it will stop by itself.
So you wait, staring at the run down concrete ceiling.
Ring, ring.
Just wait, it will stop.
Ring, ring.
It will stop.
Ring, ring.
It mixes with the sounds of the TV…
Ring, ring.
It will stop… eventually ?
Ring, ring.
It will not stop, isn't it ?
Ring, ring.
_”Okay, I understand… I’ll get up…”
You are able to push yourself up, your legs feeling better, but the dizziness persists.
You turn off the TV, you’re not in the mood to watch cartoons.
Looking around, you become aware of the room you're in. You are in what seems to be a restroom. There are two couches, in addition to the one you were laid on, vending machines, kitchen equipment, little chairs here and there. The room is really dirty and messy.
Looking around you, you notice big yellow pipes on the walls and a big closed hatch, there is also so much of this red sub-... blood. Large bloodstains on the ground, on the furniture, even on one of the couches…
Poppy said that terrible things have happened here…
Whatever happened here, it terrified your dad.
You still remember his reaction to the letter. His face turning pale, his heart failing him… Did he know what happened ?
Ring, ring.
Ah yes… The phone.
You look around, you find the source of this insufferable noise.
Attached to the wall, a red phone is hanging, its ringing never uninterrupted.
You walk toward it, not without difficulties, and finally pick up the phone.
_"Hey, hey! Can you hear me?”
A cheerful voice, of a boy you think, screams in your ears.
_”Yes, yes. Please, speak more quietly. My head…”
_”Oh sorry, I was worried something happened. You weren’t picking up.”
_”My body hurts, my head too…”
_”Oh… You must have quite the accident. I saw Catnap dragging you there, unconscious and bleeding. At first I was scared he would have thrown you in the compactor, but he put you on a couch and put bandages around your head.”
_”Uh what- ?”
You touch your forehead, you can feel the soft texture of bandages under your fingers. You remember that your head hit the walls of the train quite violently, you didn't think it would be that bad.
Suddenly, a sharp pain pierces your skull.
_”Ah ! My head ! It hurts !”
_”Are you okay !? Uh- Did you take the painkillers ?”
_”Uh ? What painkillers ?”
_”On the small table next to the couches.”
You go to the table and yes there is a little box with painkillers and more importantly, water.
You take one pill and drink almost all of the water contained in a little plastic bottle.
_”Do you feel better ?”
_”I’m not thirsty anymore, but my head still hurts.”
_”You should rest here a little.”
_”Yeah, it would be a good id-”
Now fully aware of your surroundings, you notice the lack of weight on your back.
_”Is everything alright ?”
_”My grabpack ! I don’t have it anymore !”
No, it’s not just your grabpack.
Your backpack too.
And, oh no.
_”My coat ! Where is it ?!”
_”Wait- Calm down.”
_”I have to find it ! It’s my dad’s ! It must be somewhere !”
You search everywhere in the room, completely ignoring the voice at the other end of the line telling you to calm down.
_”It must still be where the train crashed.”
_”Hey ! Are you listening ?”
You don’t respond to him, too preoccupied with finding your coat.
Next to where the phone was placed, you see an open door with an exit sign. Not thinking twice, you take this unknown path.
The corridor is badly lit, blood coating the concrete floor.
You pass by a cutout of Bubba Bubbaphant, but you’re in a hurry, you don’t have time to listen to him.
_”Hey oh ? You’re still here ?”
Not responding, you continue to follow the blood coated corridor and arrive at a crossway, the elevator on your left is locked… your only choice is to go up the bloodied stairs.
_”Hello ?”
You run to the top of the stairs, not caring that the pain hasn’t totally vanished, only to find yourself in a maintenance room, the only exit locked…
_”HEY !”
_”Oh uh… sorry… I- sorry to have ignored you.”
_”It’s okay, I don’t blame you. Listen, I don't want you to die, so, I'm gonna help you !”
_”Really !? But… how ?”
_”Check this out. Look at the tube thing on the back wall. Ready?”
You look to your right, a big tube is on the ceiling.
_”Buh-boom!”
A big battery fall out of the tube, landing on a little blue plastic crate. This is huge ! decorated with the Playtime logo and little yellow lightning bolts. It radiates a neon green light.
_”You can use that battery to open the door!”
_”Awesome! Thank you so much!”
You take the battery in your hands. It’s so heavy ! You have to drag it to the door and use all of your strength to put it in place.
The door unlocked, you proceed to the other side. On the other side, you are faced with the aftermath of the train crash.
In front of you stand the burning wreckage of the train. Seeing this, it’s a miracle you only hurt your head.
_”Woah... Did you do that?”
_”It wasn’t me, I swear ! I just tried to stop the train.”
_”It’s okay, nobody will scold you, eh eh.”
You search for your belongings and bingo ! You can see your coat, grabpack and backpack just in front of the locomotive. You jump on the rails and grab your things. Everything it still put on your coat. You inspect it.
_”Oh no…”
_”Is everything alright ?”
_”Dad’s coat is damaged…”
The helm of the leather coat is ripped in some places, the fur missing and burned, and the fur at the fur collar was soiled by soot.
_”Oh, sorry to hear that.”
_”It’s okay. Maybe it’s fixable ?”
You put everything back on you and look around.
_”I guess that's where Catnap found you…”
_”Yeah…”
You still feel bitter, Poppy’s betrayal still fresh in your mind.
_”I know you're probably mad at Poppy for not letting you escape, but she needs you.”
You follow the rails, climbing on debris and doing your best to ignore the cockroaches running everywhere.
_”We need you. You are our mission !”
_”What do you mean !? She promised we’ll get out together ! And now, I’m trapped here, alone !”
_”Hey, you’re not alone, you have me.”
_”What say you won’t betray me like she did ? You are with her, aren't you ?”
_”I will never betray you, I promise. You’re with us. Together, we can save a lot of people! Including you !”
_”Really ?”
_”Of course. But first, you have to reach Playcare, it’s straight ahead.”
You climb on the train platform.
The train station is way simpler than the one of the Game Station. The floor is tiled in white, brightened up by a few red, blue and yellow squares. Compared to the previous floor, this area is way more damaged. A lot of tiles are broken, others stained with dry blood.
In front of you stand a turnstile decorated with a busted statue of Huggy Wuggy, covered in bloodstains…
Whatever happened here… it was bloody.
_"It's the home of CatNap, one of "The Smiling Critters".”
_”Wait, now that you mention it, there are living giant Smiling Critters ?”
_”Yeah, well… There used to be...eight of them, I think? Now it's just him.”
_”What happened to the others ?”
_”It’s better for you not to know.”
_”Oh…”
_”Playcare is his church, his hunting ground. Whatever he wants it to be. You better get moving quickly…”
_”Eh ? But, didn’t you say earlier that it was Catnap who saved me and bandaged my wounds ? Why would he harm me ?”
_”It's complicated. I will explain everything once you reach Playcare. We'll keep in touch. Oh, and by the way, my name is Ollie. Nice to meet you !"
_”Okay ! Nice to meet you too Ollie ! My name is (Y/n), (Y/n) Witterman.”
You say goodbye to Ollie as he hangs up the phone. You carefully put the phone in your large pocket in the inside of your coat.
Now, direction Playcare.
You go to the turnstiles, blocked, as everything in this place.
Oh well, you just have to jump over it.
Walking up the stairs, you think back at your conversation with Ollie. Who is he exactly ? A child like you who was trapped here ? Someone who disappeared 10 years ago ? If that is the case, shouldn’t he be an adult now ? Or maybe he’s a toy ? Against all means, that's the most likely option.
He does know a lot about this place and the other toys. Something is bothering you, but you can't quite put your finger on it.
Is it the fact that he knows what you are doing while not being physically here ? He was able to describe what Catnap had done with you and knew about the painkillers on the table.
You should ask him when he’ll contact you again.Once you reach the top of the stairs, you find yourself facing a large gate on which is written "See the world through the eyes of a child on ELLIOT'S EXPRESS”
Is it another train ? You’re not really eager to ride in one again, since what happened last time.
You see a cutout of KickinChiken, the proud and defiant look in his eyes push you to press the button.
_”Hey, I’m KickinChiken ! Wanna go outside and hang out ?”
_”I would like to, but I don’t really know where “outside” is…”
You press a second time.
_”It’s lookin’ pretty rad outside !”
Still better than here, for sure.
You press again.
_”I’ve… never been outside before. “
Uh ? Why does his behaviour shift like that ?
You press again.
_”Will you come with me ? I’m scared ”
You’re scared too, but it’s okay, you’re not alone anymore.
You press again.
_”Here, follow me. I’ll step out first.”
Why do you feel that something is going to go wrong.
You hesitate, then press the button.
You wish you didn’t.
The cutout let escape a shrill cry. You nervously back away, who recorded those lines ? Did they hurt him on purpose to record that ?
You hurry to the Elliot’s Express, once here, you see that it’s not a train but a… what’s the name again ? Furnicolo ? Fu- funiculhair ? Whatever. Funi-something.
You inspect the car, the doors are closed… of course…
Glancing left and right, you notice two big switches at each side of the car.
You go to the left one first, taking care not to trip over pieces of ceiling that have fallen to the floor.
This place must have been pretty cute before, with all those colors and murals. It’s sad that everything is starting to collapse and that the colors have faded.
Pulling the first lever, you notice that someone has written something on the wall.
One word.
“Joy”
_”Strange. Who’ll write “Joy”, just like that ? Probably just graffiti. I heard that the big kids liked to do that in the streets, and listen to delinquent music. At least, that's what the man at the news said.”
You go to the other lever, having to push some tipped over chairs to have access to it.
You look at the wall, trying to ignore the corpses of some poor toys resting in a puddle of blood against the said wall.
The wall is marked with giant claw marks.
Whatever has made these marks must be pretty big.
You pray to not come across it.
The other lever pulled, you hear the sliding doors opening with a rather unpleasant metallic squeaking. This funi-thingamajig must not be used often.
You go inside, sitting comfortably on one of the seats. For an old bench, it’s still soft, dusty, but soft.
The door closes with the same screeching sound, scorching your ears.
Now what ?
You just wait for the car to start all by itself?
Clang Click
Ah, well, apparently so.
The car travels along a long, dark corridor. You can see something at the end of it. You can’t see clearly yet.
_”Hello”
The voice startles you.
Looking up, the TV has turned on, showing the Playtime logo in old, static, sepia colors.
_”My name is Elliot Ludwig.”
The portrait of M. Ludwig appears on the screen, still censored. So to be sure you know who he is, you can read "Elliot Ludwig - Founder of Playtime Co." below the picture.
_”When you look around at the world today, what one thing do you think it needs more of? I asked around once: "Money, I never have enough." "Understanding, I can never get any." "Faith, the common man has lost it." Each answer was different... and I could perhaps see some little truth in each. But I think each was also missing something. Something... simple."
You look at the window, the car just got out the iron corridor, you find yourself in… a cave ?
_”How deep is this factory !?”
As the car continues, you can see it in the distance : a gigantic iron dome !
What is an iron dome doing in a toy factory !?
It looks like a bad guy’s secret lair, with the red lighted entrance and everything.
Can this car go back ? No ? Awn…
Right in the lion's den…
_”You see, not one of them could muster a smile…”
You’re not really in the mood to smile right now.
_“A smile is hope. A smile is love. A smile is understanding. And there is nothing more gratifying to my soul than being the reason for a child's smile. To be the spark that ignites all their hopes and dreams. For it is only through hopes and dreams that we may create a better world. One where our children need not be afraid. One where they are protected. After all, this company and its toys are nothing without them. These children deserve to smile, they deserve to love, and they deserve a safe... home."
The car enters the red fog and continues to go deeper and deeper.
_”That is why it is with enormous pleasure that as the founder of Playtime Co., I announce…”
The fog dissipates and you can’t believe your eyes.
_”PLAYCARE !”
It’s like a dream. A giant Neverland.
Clouds are suspended from the ceiling, blending with those drawn on the walls, imitating a radiant, eternal summer sky.
You press your face against the window, subjugated by this wonderland.
Beneath your feet lies a small town : you can distinguish different buildings, each one more colorful than the last, and at the center, bathing in sunlight, the statues of all the Smiling Critters, holding each other hand in a circle.
_”Our very own onsite orphanage. But it's not only that. It's a school, a playhouse, a place to belong. Our very own ecosystem beneath the surface, dedicated in every inch and detail to ensuring a child's smile. It's teachers and counselors, mothers and fathers, until such a time they have all of that in you. May Playcare bring joy, inspiration, and smiles to all who enter these doors! For what gives life its meaning, if not a smile?"
The car arrives at its destination, the door opening immediately.
Your childish wonder quickly faces the harsh reality you find yourself in. You are welcomed by the sight of the headless corpses of a mini Huggy and a Cat-bee on a broken tilled floor.
Ring, ring.
You jump, startled by the shrill ringing of the telephone.
You pick up the phone, Ollie’s voice erupts from the speaker.
_”Psst. It's me again, Ollie. Cool place, right? The kids used to live here. Now look at it..."
You walk down the stairs, looking around, you see how much this place has suffered. Debris and broken furniture are scattered around the place, the clouds’ paint is running out and some parts of the false sky are falling down, revealing the iron structure behind.
_”I would have loved to go there, when this place was… well, not broken. It’s way better than the orphanage I was in. Not like I remember how it was, but I’m sure it wasn’t as cool as this one.”
_”You were an orphan ?”
_”Yup. Dad adopted me when I was a baby, so I don't have any memory of my life before him.”
_”Did you discover it or- ?”
_”Oh, no. I just asked one day why we don’t look alike and he was honest. Wasn’t really a secret anyway.”
_”You… didn’t… wonder where you came from ?”
_”Not really. I just ask why I was in an orphanage and apparently it was an anonymous birth, or something like that. Nobody knows who my “real” parents are. Not like I care.”
_”You, uhm, you seem pretty indifferent about this.”
_”Why should I care about people who don't want me ? Dad wanted me, he loves me, I am HIS daughter, even if it’s not by blood. Like I said to a bully who made fun of me for being adopted : My dad chose me, yours endured you.”
_”Uff, it must have hurt.”
_”He cried so much that dad was summoned to the principal's office… He scolded me a little, but after school, he told me he was proud of me and bought me an ice cream on the way home.”
_”Your dad seems really cool.”
_”He’s the best dad in the world !”
Ollie stays silent.
_”Are you alright ?”
_”Uh ? Yeah ! Yeah, no worries ! Just a little lost in my thoughts !”
_”Are you sure ?”
_”Yeah! Don’t worry about it. Anyways, do you see that statue in the middle of the room? Take the stairs that go under it. There's a really cool room in there that powers literally all of Playcare! I can give you a key down there."
You barely listen to him, wandering around the area.
You really want to explore this place.
Oh! Could that be a playground over there?
You run towards the playground.
It’s Paradise !
Swings, toys, roundabouts, seesaws, spring riders and so much more !
_"Just go under the statue."
You deserve a play break after all you’ve been through-
_”UNDER THE STATUE !”
_”RAAAAAH ! Okay mom ! Killjoy…”
_”I know it’s tempting, but you need to focus.”
_”Yeah, sorry.”
_”And I feel more like a big brother that has to contain his sister than a mom.”
You can hear him laughing at the other end of the line as you make your way to the statue.
You stick your tongue out, exaggerating the noise so he can hear it.
You both burst into laughter.
You walk down the stoned path, twirling around the neck of some Bron streetlights.
Finally arriving at the foot of the statue, you go down a small staircase and open a large door with a sign where you can read "authorized personnel only".
You go down a long service staircase, leading into a sort of control room. There are lots of machines with screens, cables lying around, buttons whose purpose you don't know, red rolling chairs scattered about, and piles of multicolored barrels.
Next to the large monitor is a cage with the same type of transparent tube that Ollie used to send you the battery.
You open it and a key slides out of the tube.
It’s a little blue key with a yellow pendant.
You hear Ollie's voice once again.
_”So, you got the key. Now the question you're probably asking yourself is: 'Where does it go?' Well, head back out, and you should find a door just to the left of the cable car you took down here."
Nodding in agreement, you go back up the stairs and cross the squares of artificial grass to a small hidden door next to the cable car.
Wait, cable car ?
_”What is a cable car ? Do you mean the funi-thingamajig ?”
_”The funi-thingamajig ? Ooooh ! You mean funicular !”
_”Yeah ! That’s the word ! Funiculhair !”
_”No, repeat after me. Fu-”
_”Fu-”
_”Ni-”
_”Ni-”
_”Cul-”
_”Cul-”
_”-Lar”
_”-Lar”
_”Funicular.”
_”Funicular.”
_”Good job ! Didn’t know people still used this word.”
_”Dad always uses it.”
_”I see. He’s kind the classy man.”
Ollie laughs at this. You join him.
_”Well, he has to be, to teach me how to be a classy lady.”
You continue to laugh together as you unlock the blue, dented door.
You walk through the service corridors, reinforced with large steel beams. Your steps resound against the stone floor, the echo becoming metallic when your shoes hit the metal drain.
The further you go into this dark corridor, the more dilapidated and unhealthy it becomes. Towards the end, the walls and the door frame are covered with huge claw marks, the same as the ones at the funicular station.
You find yourself in a large room, the walls covered with the same steel beams as those in the corridor, massive pipes covering the ceiling and the back wall of the room.
What strikes you the most is the giant machine with three tubes, the one on the right full of some red gas.
_”Welcome to the Gas Production Zone, the beating heart of the whole evil Playcare system. All that gas you see coming from the machine is made right here in the factory. It's called 'The Red Smoke'.”
_”Woah ! What’s this thing doing in an orphanage ? What is it used for ?”
_”I’m not really sure. It has many uses. Here, they use it as a sleeping gas for the children Right now, it's all headed off to the right. We need to make that Red Smoke go left instead. That's how we can get to him.”
_”To who ?”
_”The Prototype.”
You feel a chill running down your spine. You remember, Mommy, the claw gracing your face, the clicking of its joins.
_”No !”
_”W-what ?”
_”Not him ! I- I don’t wanna ! He- he’s too scary !”
_”Hey ! Hey ! It’s okay. You won’t face him alone. Poppy must have a plan to defeat him.”
_”You- you didn’t see what I saw ! He- he took Mommy- his… His hand, I-”
You start to panic, you are having difficulty breathing, you’re about to cry.
_”The machine will probably have a few dumb safeguards for you to work around, but I think you can do it. I'll call you once it's done."
_”Okay ! Count on me !”
You approach the gigantic machine. The screen indicates that the machine is out of power, because the generator is offline. Well, let’s find this generator.
Looking to your right, you see a locked door, you would need a battery to open it.
Maybe you can find one in the room to your left.
Going in, you face a huge hatch connected to the ceiling by huge hydraulic cables.
You wonder what this hatch leads to ? Maybe the Prototype’s lair. If it’s true, better leave it closed.
You scan the room and lucky you, a battery lies just at your right. Using your grabpack, you take it with ease and go back to the gas production zone.
You use the battery on the door and you enter a little room. There is no generator though…
Uh ? What’s this ? Is it ?
A new grabpack !
You swap your old grabpack for this one, putting it on with excitement. Taking the green VHS tape on the ground labeled “Grabpack 2.0 Prototype”, you play it on the green VCR player.
This grabpack is, so, COOL !
Longer wire length, swapping hands, air jets to break falls ! Finally ! No longer will you hurt yourself while doing parkour !
And a new hand ! This one is purple with light-up circuits, and you can use it on what they call “Jump pads” to launch yourself in the air.
You run back in the gas room and yes ! There is a jump pad just on your left.
It’s time to do some parkour !
You shoot your grabpack at the jump pad and, in a quarter of a second, you find yourself soaring high through the air, landing on the damaged platform that was just above you.
You suppose that the generator must be ahead, not like you have other options.
You walk down the damaged stairs, making your way through this corridor with concrete walls.
You are so happy to have this new grabpack : You jump higher and higher, farther and farther, without fear of getting hurt during your fall, slicing through the air like a bird flying over a pond. A blood-red pond giving off a strange smoke, but a pond nonetheless.
Is this the feeling the astronauts had when they walked on the Moon?
You are able to connect the generator by solving some electrical puzzle with rotative power nodes. Who was in charge of the electrical infrastructure here? Leith Pierre?
The good news is, it opened a door bringing you back to the gas production zone.
Ring, ring.
_”Good job, now, you just have to restart the system.”
_”Hey Ollie, did you see how I flew around ?! This new grabpack is incredible ! I can jump higher than anyone and I can’t hurt myself by falling anymore ! Oh you should have been here, we would have sliced through the air like superheroes !”
_”Yeah I have seen that ! You jumped way higher than Hoppy.”
_”Wait. Now that I think of it, how can you know what I do and what’s happening around ? I never saw you. You’re in the walls or what ?”
_”No, no, silly. I use video cameras ! There are a lot of them everywhere. They are well hidden most of the time, to watch over the children and the staff without raising suspicions.”
_”Oooooh, I understand now. You’re Big Brother, in a way.”
_”Big Brother ?”
_”It’s a term grown-up used when they feel watched. They say ‘Big Brother is watching you’, or something like that. Dad said it came from an old movie adapted after the book of the same name. Uhhhm… What’s the name again ? 1894 ? Ah ! I know ! 1984 ! I always mix up the eight and the nine.”
_”I think I heard about the book. It’s a sad book, very hard to read.”
_”I don’t know. When I asked dad if we could watch the movie together, he always told me that ‘We’ll watch it when I'm old enough to gaze at the adults’ world, without going in.’”
You press the big button to restart the machine. The red screen turns in a light shade of turquoise and displays a lot of numbers whose meaning you have no idea about.
You stare at the screen as the gas migrates from the right to the center.
_”Your dad has a really strange way to speak.”
_”He was, I mean, he’s really good with words.”
You continue to stare at the screen, waiting for the gas to finish its transfer.
It’s almost all in the center tube-
NO POWER
Generator status : OFFLINE
Wait what ?
Everything goes dark, plunging the area into complete blackness, the faint glow of the screen outlining the contours of your stunned face.
_”It wasn't me, I didn't do anything.”
_"Oh no! Someone killed the power. Okay, I sent you another key. It's under the statue. Use it to get into Home Sweet Home. Then once you're inside, find the building's backup generator. Good luck!"
_”Wait ! No ! No, no, no !”
_”But-”
_”Do you see how dark it is ?! I refuse ! It’s too dark ! I- I can’t see anything !”
_”Are you scared of the dark ?”
_”Uh. N-no ! I’m a big girl, big girls aren’t afraid of the dark. I just- It’s just I can’t see, that’s all !”
_”It’s okay to be scared, you know ? I'm not going to make fun of you.”
_”I don’t like when it’s dark…”
_”Mh… Oh ! I think this model of grabpack has a flashlight integrated in a built-in slot on the right handle. Check it out !”
You find a little button on the right handle and press it, a soft ‘click’ followed by the apparition of a halo of light erupts from the little slot.
_”Well, it’s not much, but it’s better than nothing. Thank you Ollie.”
_”You’re welcome ! And if, by any chance, you feel lost in the dark. Don’t be scared, I will be here to guide you.”
You go back on your tracks, your flash light and the red emergency lights barely illuminating your path to Playcare.
Once out of the gas production zone, your hopes are quickly dashed; Playcare is plunged into total darkness.
Ollie wasn't wrong when he said this place was Catnap's hunting ground. In this darkness, you're easy prey. But Catnap saved you, healed you, he wouldn't hurt you, would he?
Right?
You walk towards the statue, careful not to trip over the chairs or bump into the tables.
In the darkness, everything seems to have changed places.
Once inside the statue, you notice that the big monitor is on, the screen displaying the state of the gas production zone.
0%
You can read the state of the differents backup generators.
Home Sweet Home, School, Counselor's Office, and Sky Dome : OFFLINE
Toy Store and Playhouse : NO CONNECTION
Once in front of the tube, a yellow key slides outside of it. Perfect.
Now you just have to go to Home Sweet Home.
As you make your way back, you understand why the power went off.
The Generator was completely sabotaged ! The metal is bended, the dials are broken and there are scratch marks everywhere. Whoever did this, you're guessing Catnap, really doesn't want you redirecting the gas.
You find your way to Home Sweet Home. You suppose it’s where the orphans lived, slept and ate.
The house is really cute, with its sky -blue walls, curved brown roofs and the little poppy flowers drawn on the tiles.
You hope that the inside is as welcoming as the outside.
You insert the key into the lock and open the large, ornate wooden door.
The interior is... old-fashioned. It reminds you of Mr. Ludwig's office.
The same old arabesque wallpaper, the same moldings on the wall, the hideous Persian rug. It's... a reflection of its creator, and very much in keeping with the style of his time...
Focus ! You’re not here to judge the aesthetics, you have a generator to find.
You go inside, walk down the spiral stairs, follow the old corridor and open the wooden door.
Oh.
The room is filled with, what Ollie did call it again ? Ah, yes. It’s filled with red smoke.
Ollie said it was used to put the orphans to sleep…
You don’t really have a choice.
You walk in the room. The first thing that hits you is the smell of the gas. It smells like flowers, poppy flowers.
It fills your lungs, the smell is sweet, too sweet, sickening.
Coughing, you try to shoot away the gas with your hand, without success. It’s everywhere.
You walk faster, not knowing how long you will last until sleep claims you.
You walk down the stairs.
Walk down the stairs.
Walk down the stairs.
Down the stairs.
The stairs seem endless, how deep does this place go ?
Once at the bottom, you find yourself at the end of a long, very long, far too long, corridor. A vast array of doors lines it. All identical. The same door, with its small stool on the right, its chest of drawers on the left, and its lamp on each side.
What’s this place ?
You follow the path, ignoring the doors. No doubt bedrooms.
Each of your steps on the scratched parquet floor echoes with a sharp, deafening sound.
As if you were the only person living within these walls.
You walk.
And walk.
The corridor never ending.
You walk faster.
You run.
Wait, something’s off.
You’re finally at the end of the corridor, but… This wallpaper… Those blue and white stripes.
_”Let’s go home (Y/n), it’s getting late.”
This-
This voice.
How can it be ?
_”Dad ?”
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Platonic Poppy Playtime x Child!Player! Reader (Part 5)
Life was so simple.
Just the two of you.
Since forever.
Isn't it?
(Y/n) = your name
Bolds caps = you speaking
Italic caps = thinking
Some events will be canon divergent.
Reader is implied to be a girl.
14/04/2002
[███████ toy fair]
_"Dad over there !"
(Y/n) dashes across the crowd, weaving like a little weasel between the passers-by. I try to make my way to her, excusing myself when I bump into inattentive passers-by.
When I finally had made my way to her, I saw her in front of a stand, looking at diverse old toys from the late toy firm Playtime Co.
One seems to particularly catch her attention.
_"Dad look ! Isn't he so cute ?"
She points to a purple cat plushy... sporting a wide smile, looking at me with dead black eyes and its body zipped with a crescent moon pendant.
_"Oh, it's... Catnap. Didn't know there were some still left."
_"Uh ? Who's Catnap, dad ?"
_"A member of the smiling critters."
_"But I never heard of him."
_"He was put off the market soon after its' release. Some problems with its aromatic gas."
As she was about to hold the plushy, the large hand of the seller snatched it from her grasp.
_”Hey ! It’s not for kids ! It’s a collector item !”
I stand beside (Y/n), shielding her from him.
_”You know that it’s a toy fair, right ? It’s normal that children are interested in what you are selling.”
_”Hey, this plushy is very rare, you know, and collectors love to come to toy fairs like this. They think they can grab some rare items for cheap, and I know I can sell this for a pretty penny.”
I take the plushy in my hands, inspecting it.
_”How much do you sell this one ?”
_”Since it was recalled and never put back on the market, I think 300 dollars is a good price.”
He’s serious ? 300 dollars for this ? Who does he think he takes me for ?
As I continue to inspect the plushy, I notice that it's lighter than normal.
Oh.
What do we have here ?
_”You know, for an item to become collector, it has to be in perfect shape.”
_”Of course I know that !”
_”The peculiarity of the Smiling Critters toy line is their ability to expel an aromatic gas.”
_”Yeah ? And ?”
_”Did you know that the gas is stocked in a container inside the plushy ? It can be easily accessed by opening the seam on the side.”
_”And, your point is ?”
_”And to expel the gas, you only have to-”
I pull on the plushy’s tail.
Nothing.
The seller becomes red.
_”Hey ! It’s fragile !”
_”How peculiar. It seems that the gas container is missing. Not even a pschitt.”
The man's face turns pale.
_”You know, modifying a collector item makes it lose its value, right ? And you even ripped open the back of the plushy to remove the container, the stitching is very ugly. No collector will pay 300 dollars for a worthless stuffed animal.”
I politely smile at him. I can see him trying to find some kind of sorry excuse, but I don’t have the time for that.
_”Lucky you, my adorable daughter has set her sights on this plushy. And knowing it’s childproof because of the lack of the problematic gas is a godsend for me. I will buy it, for a lower price of course.”
_”How much ?”
_”15 dollars.”
_”HOW MUCH ?! It’s even less than the price I paid back when it was released !”
_”Well it’s a problematic recalled plushy which was degraded, plus, you weren’t very polite to my daughter. A goodwill gesture would be appreciated.”
In the corner of my eye, I can see (Y/n) looking at the scene. Her big eyes are shining with hope. Don’t worry, you will get this plushy.
The seller begins hostilities.
_”100 dollars !”
_”20 dollars”
_”90 dollars”
_”25 dollars”
_”75 dollars”
_”30 dollars”
_”55 dollars, I can’t go cheaper.”
_”45 dollars, take it or leave it.”
_”45 dollars it is…”
I give him the money, happy to have won this little negotiation battle.
_”Thank you, I'm glad to have done business with you.”
He throws the plushy at me.
_”Yeah, yeah. Now scram.”
I turn to (Y/n).
Her big doe eyes are staring back at mine, admiration filling them.
I give her the little purple monster cat. Joy paints her face and she takes it, hugging it and jumping for joy.
_”Thank you dad ! Thank you ! Thank you ! Thank you ! You’re the best !”
_”Anything for my little girl.”
I take her little hand, guiding her among the crowdy street.
_”Let’s go (Y/n), your new friend needs some fixing. We can’t leave him with those ugly stitches, can’t we ?”
_”I can't wait to introduce him to the others ! They will be happy to see him again !”
She hugs it harder.
_”It’s sad he was separated from his friends, just because of his scent.”
_”Well, little kids had nightmares because of it, apparently. The scandal was so important that the factory nearly went bankrupt, and the smiling critters line was a failure.”
_”Oh…”
She stops in her tracks, looking down.
_”(Y/n) ?”
_”Do you think the others will like him ?”
_”What do you mean ?”
_”Won’t they reject him because they think it’s because of him people didn’t want them ?”
_”No. Of course not (Y/n). It wasn’t his fault. They know that.”
I crouch at her level and put a gentle hand on her little shoulder.
_”They will welcome him with open arms. They miss him so much, especially Dogday. They are best friends, you know.”
_”R-really !?”
_”Of course ! I’m sure Dogday will be overjoyed to finally be reunited with Catnap again.”
She radiates joy at my words, grabbing my hand, she pulls me along.
_”Let’s go home dad ! I can’t wait to introduce him to the others !”
We laugh as we run back home.
Our home.
Her home.
04/08/2005
[Home]
What a nice summer day.
The sun shines, the birds sing, (Y/n) is happily playing with her Smiling Critters in the garden.
Really a nice summer day.
But I can’t find myself to relax.
I sigh as I pinch my forehead.
_”Calm down, Leon, everything is fine. They are far away, deep below, they shall never see the light again.”
He made sure of that.
I look back outside, (Y/n) is spinning on herself with her Catnap. The other critters are in a circle around them, watching them dancing without a care in the world.
I feel bad that those toys are her only company during summer break… All of her friends are at summer camp or away with their families, while she stays at home.
I know it’s selfish, but I don’t want her to leave my side. I’m too scared that something will happen to her, that she will disappear. She’s safe, at home, her home.
What am I thinking ?
Urg… I sound like him…
_”Dad ! You got mail !”
(Y/n)’s voice gets me out of my thoughts. She trots over to me, a large brown envelope in her hands.
Before I can reach for the envelope, she hides it behind her back.
_”And what is the reason for this unbearable suspense ?”
She gives me a cheerful smile, eager to ask me her little riddle to find out who the sender was.
_”What’s the time ?”
I don’t like that. Not at all.
_”I don’t know.”
I don’t want to know.
_”It’s Playtime !”
She pulls the envelope from behind her back, I can see it clearly now. A normal brown paper envelope, displaying the logo of Playtime Co.
I can feel my heart stopping. How ? Is it a joke ? A cruel reminder ? How ?
HOW !?
_”Dad ? Is everything ok ? Your face is all white. Dad ?”
I grab my chest, I can feel my heart losing itself.
Saliva accumulates in my mouth, bile starts to rise, sweat is soaking my body.
_”DAD ! I- I will get your medicine !”
I can hear something getting dropped and little footsteps around me.
Before I know it (Y/n) is back with my medicine, a medication in case my heart fails me.
I swallow it with difficulties, my body screaming at me to throw up.
_”Are you okay dad ? I’m sorry. I didn’t wanted-”
I force a smile, patting her head.
_”I’m fine (Y/n), just your old dad’s heart playing him tricks again. Don’t worry about me. Go play outside, don’t keep your smiling friends waiting.”
_”But dad-”
_”(y/n), please, be good and go play outside.”
_”But-”
_”Go. Play. Outside. (Y/n).”
_”Okay dad…”
She finally goes into the garden. Sorry my little one, I didn’t want to get mad at you, but a child shouldn’t see their parents in this state.
I pick up the envelope from the ground. It’s heavy, and bloated. Why sending me this ? Do they… does he want something ?
No. No. No.
They can’t leave. Here lies only our regrets and his creations. Forever trapped in their own prison. Never to leave.
Never to-
(Y/n)’s scream brings me back to reality.
Wait.
Scream ?
_”(Y/N) !!!”
I run outside, fear striking me in the guts.
In the garden lay the smiling critters, scattered around a tipped over tea set and no traces of (Y/n).
_”(Y/N) ! Where are you !? (Y/N) !”
My heart drops upon seeing the wide-open gate, the tall trees of the nearby forest mocking me.
Dear God, tell me this is just a nightmare.
I dash into the forest screaming her name, only to be met with the oppressing silence of the forest.
I run.
And run.
Where ? I don’t know.
I’m like a headless chicken, running and screaming like I’m going crazy.
I stop, catching my breath, leaning against a tree.
It’s beginning to get darker and darker, and still no traces of her.
I begin to cry.
Please, not that, all but that.
They took her, they took my little girl.
Because I-
He hasn't forgotten, he never forgot…
I should have run away from this state, from this country.
But each time I-
_”Dad ?”
My neck cracks as I turn myself to the sound of her voice.
(Y/n) is right here, at the end of the path, holding her dirty Catnap plushy.
I push myself from the tree, then take a step forward.
Is it a dream ?
_”Dad !”
No it’s not.
We run in each other's arms, crying of relief.
I hug her as hard as I can, too scared that if I let her go, she might disappear again.
_”I’m so sorry dad ! He took away Catnap and I wanted to get him back and I got lost and- and-”
_” It’s okay, it’s okay (Y/n). Who took Catnap ?”
_”The raccoon.”
I stop to hug her and look her in the eyes.
The scattered plushies.
The tipped over tea set.
The open gate.
The forest.
Everything clicked into my head and I started to laugh at the top of my lungs, the aftermath of my panic finally getting me.
She was just chasing a racoon and got lost.
Oh, how I want to scold her, but I am so glad it was just that.
Thank God.
_”Please don’t be mad dad.”
I pat her head.
_”I’m not mad, I was so worried that something had happened to you. I’m glad you’re safe.”
I take her in my arms, holding her close to my chest.
_”Let’s go home (Y/n), it’s getting late.”
She snuggles against my sweater, her plushy safely held in her arms.
Finally arriving home, I make sure to lock the gate and put (Y/n) down.
_”Go put away your stuffed animals, I'm going to prepare dinner.”
She complies, gathering up the small stuffed animals and her toy dishes.
I stay by her side, making sure she's back inside the house before I go in myself.
Once inside, I make sure everything is locked. I don't want to take any risks.
I pick the envelope and go to my office.
You place each one of the Smiling Critters on your bed, Dogday, Bobby Bearhugs, KickinChicken, Hoppy Hopscotch, Bubba Bubbaphant, PickyPiggy and CraftyCorn lay peacefully on your bed. Only Catnap stays in your arms.
Because of this mean racoon, he’s dirty. He can’t go to bed all dirty like that. You hope that dad can wash him before bedtime.
You go down the stairs, humming a little tune along the way to the kitchen.
Dad isn’t down yet. He must be busy with his mail.
You wonder why he acted that way when he got this letter. Maybe the company reopened and wanted his services again.
You play with Catnap in the living room, waiting for you dad to finish.
10 minutes.
20 minutes.
30 minutes.
You’re starting to worry. Why is he taking so long ?
Taking Catnap with you, you go to your dad’s office.
You knock on the door, nothing.
So you open it.
Imagine child God reader bringing an army of animals to Olympus and they just looks at their parent and goes "they needed a home" while petting a tiger
First, I wanted to thank you all for appreciating my work. It really touched me.
I am still working on the next chapter, just need to balance my writing with my studies.
So, to make you wait, I drew how I, in my head, imagine Y/n.
I didn't drew the grabpack or her backpack, too lazy TwT
The one at the top left is a little conversation between her and Ollie, the one at the bottom is her running from Mommy and the one at the top right is just after Mommy get killed, the hand of the Prototype right in front of her.
Thank you again and I hope you'll like thoses little drawings.
