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)
(Hope you enjoy.)
You know what, human? I'm allowing you to swear, say whatever you heart desires. This part of our journey requires the part of whatever runs your brains to scream in whatever fear you may have for the unknown.
It wasn't even a illness that killed off half of the toy population. Hell, the first few years of whatever this new era was for the people who were somehow alive was...mellow. They weren't exactly at the stage of survival of the fittest.
"COME BACK YOU LITTLE CHEATER! I PROMISE TO MAKE YOUR PUNISHMENT QUICK IF YOU LISTEN TO MOMMY. NO NEED TO FEAR, LITTLE ONE. MOMMY WILL KEEP YOU SAFE? HAHAHAAAHAH!"
She was clearly at the brink of insanity.
Oh Shit. Oh Shit. Oh Shit.
Sprinting through the halls of the factory, Mommy's shrills of exhilaration and sheer rage rang through the like a shriek of a wounded predator. On the path for the prey as she bounded through the corridors on all fours and in all sorts of weird positions convenient for her, but very weird for Poppy and them. The little doll glanced behind the ex-employee for them, signalling a right turn as they entered the room some kind of meet grinder and lever presented and meant to be pulled down.
You need to run! Hurry up! Please, I don't want to be captured and cagedagainnevertoseethelightofday-
As much as they felt sorry for Poppy, the ex-employee needed her skills and knowledge of the factory. She had to priories her brains over the memories threatening to down her psyche and forcing her to experience every last one until she day she finally succumbed to whatever plagued the toys and turned them into these evils beings trying to kill anything they saw on sight.
Right, right! Sorry! This room gives us an advantage-
The doll nearly screamed her head off when Mommy deliberately caused the floors to shake as she stomped her way quickly to their location. The ex-employee cursed under their breath as the reminder of that they were allied with a child, a smart, intelligent, knowledgeable doll, but still a victim of the factory nonetheless.
Don't push her too far.
They caught onto her hints anyway. Ducking under Mommy's outstretching hand, the blue hand latched into the lever, pulling it down to power on the grinder-
"HAHAHAHAH! Got you now, little cheater!"
When Mommy's other hand curled around their throat, lifting the ex-employee off the ground, Poppy's own plans latching into their shirt just so she wouldn't fall off and potentially smash into little pieces. Poppy cursed her tiny and delicate form. She hated whoever thought this design off the body would be a suitable vessel. Well, they weren't wrong in the spirit category. Physically, it meant she was screwed if any accidents were to occur by herself or anyone else. And knowing the toys, they would find a way if they figured out her weakness.
I'm sorry, human.
Mommy's mouth widened to reveal sharp teeth that shouldn't have existed. Where the actual hell did she find time to attach those into her gums? Wouldn't they have hurt anyway to put on?
See you on the other side, Poppy. Pleasure to have worked with you.
The look in Mommy's eyes foretold the happiness and pleasure she found in as she was about to kill the very thing that tortured her and the others-
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Poppy Playtime: Oneshots/Short-stories
Fanfiction(Aka, a random bunch of events that came from my imagination that could've happened before or after or even during canon. Oneshots about different scenarios. I update whenever the fuck I want. Hope you enjoy). (I DO NOT TAKE REQUESTS.) Lured by the...
