Rip Off (Poppy Playtime Shortfic)

(9.) Back To Back.

Disclaimer: I don't own Poppy Playtime (Video Game). I don't own the picture (cover). Or the song.

(qwertuno and SilentReadersMatter)

(This chapter's in third POV of the other toys like Poppy, Huggy, Stella, etc.)

(Hope you enjoy.)

Her ghost floated outside the body of the doll laying there motionless. The doll's head titled innocently as if on command to whoever summoned its presence.

Stella knew it was alive.

"You little bitch." Her southern accent mixed in sync besides Poppy's childish voice. "You trapped me in this body! All I wanted to be young and youthful! I paid the price for my actions..."

She was free to live around the area as she wanted, but wasn't allowed out the vicinity. A force prevented her spirit leaving the body of Poppy fucking playtime.

She hated that doll.

Huggy?

She attempted reaching through their shared thoughts. Whilst Poppy established this sort of communications, Stella found ways using it to her advantage to whisper into the ears of the other toys in secret.

...Stella? Where's Poppy?

His tone was fearful. They weren't even meant to know each other. Yes, their existence was inevitable to find out, but to speak, hear, talk. A whole different story not meant for telling.

She...sleeping. I just needed someone to talk to! You seemed the best option!

Aw, want a hug?

The sarcasm seeded in his response. Okay, Stella could've handled that better. Now wasn't the time for games, Poppy sleeping landed them an opportunity. A spirit only used so much power before needing rest.

They needed to act now than too late.

"Listen, Huggy."

She could hear him in the vents. Unlike her, he had the freedom to find the two intruders potentially themselves and the others.

She heard him breathing in the vent beside her supposed to be body in the form of Poppy. His eyes meeting hers, through never speaking. His mouth didn't move much, unlike Candy's which needed movement to let out her ridiculous sized eating tongue.

"Wh—What ya want?" Huggy's voice rasped, lips barely moving his words. "Stella? Tell me."

His hands gripped the bars tightly.

"We need to find the intruders." She flinched as he hissed at the memories of then defeating his attempting bringing them to Poppy. "Huggy, whenever we like it or not, we need them. Poppy wants the humans as a vessel and they're stuck in the bottomless. Where they're strung. They'd witness our carnage. The human would never forgive Cuddly. Our FUCKING child."

No, Cuddly didn't belong to them. They'd all bullied them severely in the past, especially after coming out as the human term...

What is it?

Gender neutral.

That's why their pronouns are them/they, she/he, really anything . They didn't feel like they had a gender. Being a rip off had its cons. With the others' bullying and abuse, Stella was surprised Cuddly didn't snap sooner than they did in the past.