Flies In Her Web (Poppy Playtime Shortfic)

(2.) The Game Station & Musical Memory

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

(qwertuno and SilentReadersMatter)

(The scene with Mommy Long Legs and Poppy was inspired by this oneshot (archiveofourown), here it is: https://archiveofourown.org/works/38899671 Give it a read if you like.)

(Hope you enjoy.)

They had been alone for so long.

No one to talk to be their outlet. Outcasted by their own kind, rejected to even the simplest touches of affection. Observing their counterparts from afar as they played and sometimes even enjoyed each other's company. So, they took it upon themselves to close off their heart and build mental walls so high any toys trying knock them down would only receive the bare minimum of their time and effort. If they didn't even reward them with the bare essential, then Cuddly had no reason to stay.

Better safe than sorry.

After all, why waste time on your friends if used you without your knowledge? Therefore, they became known as the rogue toy. Wondering alone. Hiding in different areas to evade the original giant mascots.

Friendless.

They were always alone. They would always be alone. To the point where the simplest of friendly gestures were conceived as planned attacks to either claim them or take their life to use them as spare parts.

"We're nearly at the game station."

And Cuddly struggled holding back their instincts clawing their defences. Persisting whispers demanding, screaming, insisting they kill the ex-employee as some sort of revenge plot for justice on their lives taken by the kind they represented.

"Don't worry, human. Mommy keeps her word when she makes a promise. Usually she does anyway."

The people in white. Humanity as a whole disrespected the toys. Mistreating them as if they were lowly servants. They were sentient. More powerful then their limited fleshy bodies would ever be if they so chose.

"She may kill you. She'll surely spare me. Toys don't aim for the throat. The flesh is so much better to feast on."

The paling of the human's face gave them the slightest satisfaction. Heh, it certainly seemed they had an evil side to them. The toy revelled in the screams of their victims as they took their last breaths. A sadistic tendency building over the years, they developed habits others described as unhealthy. Surely everyone coped by murdering whoever pissed them off.

Perhaps they did. Humans probably screamed as they were backed into corners. The workers certainly had when experiment 1006 decided to target them in his little games.

Who knows?

They weren't familiar with the concept of right and wrong within human society.

"You gonna find anything?"

The ex-employee assured them with a dismissive wave. Cuddly thought the gesture was a bit rude considering the circumstances. With a quick huff they were back at the ex-employee's side, hand on their arm with a possessive squeeze as they entered the game station. They recognised the questioning look the ex-employee sent their way, nevertheless they didn't try escaping from the hold. As long as they had the freedom to move, they were okay with the touches of their companion. All things considered they weren't acting inappropriate.