Poppy Playtime: Oneshots/Short-stories

Distorted Gathering.

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.)

The assumptions one would make of Mommy Long Legs were right and wrong. On the one hand, the toys knew of Mommy Long Legs. On the other, they didn't know of her as well. She never left her area, only sending what others considered the beasts of the Game Station to hunt food for the week so they would survive.

"I feel like having a few mini Candy Cats."

The mascot named Bunzo Bunny just so happened to be one of them. He knew of her character. How she acted, spoke, the level of which she actually cared for the other toys in her vicinity. And he had to say the rumours were right of her ruthlessness. As one of her children, he gained special privileges with having food or being sent to hunt and have temporary freedom. He rarely saw any of his other siblings, Mommy preferring to keep them apart in case they weren't able to get along.

"Though I feel like I shouldn't keep you isolated, little Bunny. You used to be so volatile, independent, not belonging to Mommy. Your true leader. You belong to me, little Bunny. Isn't that correct?"

The toy merely nodded. He rarely spoke around the spider lady. He was in his usual station, Mommy's pink hand cupping his chin as she detected the beam that held him and brought him to her level, catching the bunny off caught as he had been sleeping prior to her surprise visit. It had been amusing to the spider mascot when she witnessed him hanging limp as if he was a puppet on a string.

"Yes, mama."

The title of being the parent to the toy made the spider mascot beam. Any term resulting her name always gave Mommy the feeling that she did something right, filling the void of loneliness in her once humanistic soul. Belonging to the body of the mascot and the other spirit of the actual toy ruling over the body as per the request of the host. She had the bunny toy purring as his mind went blank, the mark on his neck glowing as she triggered the thing to glow. Ever since Mommy heard of a human killing off Huggy and a few of the other toys, she felt the need to check in on her children. Even if it wasn't seen as a regular visit.

"Mommy...what's going on?.."

Bunzo started squirming as the familiar haze of Mommy's venom spread through his artificial veins. Fighting against this new serum, she held the bunny down and pinned him to the ground. Her form on top is own to display a type of dominance. He recalled that she did this when she felt her children's minds breaking out of the control. Or what she liked to call her influence. She did this for their benefit, she said once before Bunzo witnessed PJ succumbing to her control. He had always been the hardest fighter out of all of the Game Station residents. It had been upto Mommy to hunt and kill the canine caterpillar for disobeying their superiors. Instead, she had taken him in as her own and killed whoever opposed the sudden idea.

"I know you want to leave. No one leaves this place. No one leaves Mommy."

She needed to remind them of their place. By her side, in their living spaces where she could keep an eye on the four of them. Daisy was a little too independent for her taste, but they allowed Mommy to claim them as her own, so she wouldn't argue with the conditions that would soon be reset. The little flower was planning to visit soon anyway.

"I heard of a flesh thing on the factory. They've killed a certain blue friend of ours. And Mommy has decided to test them to see if they're worth being down here. Mommy needs you on your best behaviour, okay?"