Realizin'

Prologue

AN: I do not own Poppy Playtime, its characters or even the AU, this AU is actually created by a Tumblr user, Visinox, so be sure to check out his AU.

And before we begin, Visinox, if you're reading this, this story is dedicated to your Realizin' AU I hope you like it.

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Three scientists sat around a table in a dimly lit room, looking at files until a firmly dressed man enters the room, catching the attention of the three scientists.

"Good afternoon, Mr Pierre." One of the scientists greeted. Leith Pierre, the head on innovation of Playtime Co., sat down at the table with the other scientists.

"Good afternoon to you too, Dr Sawyer. Now then, let's get down to business; how is the progress of Experiment 1188?"

"It's going quite well, actually. Despite the test subject being in critical condition, even having us doubt that he would even survive the procedure due to the sever fatality of his injuries, the operation was surprisingly a success. 1188 is stable, both physically and mentally." Harley Sawyer replied proudly.

"I see. What's this kid's name again?"

"Theodore Grambell, sir."

"And what of his memory? Does he know who he is?"

"No sir, 1188 has suffered amnesia from the operation, as expected."

Pierre smiled at this.

"Perfect! Which means his brain is ripe for the moulding. The last thing we need on our hands is another reject or a repeat of... 'him'."

Dr Sawyer shivered; he knew exactly who 'him' is... or rather WHAT.

"Mr Pierre, this may not be the best time to ask this, but have you ever stopped and consider how the test subject just mysteriously appeared on our doorstep? How he suffered those injuries?"

Pierre quirked a brow at the scientist by this question.

"He got those injuries from being electrocuted by a green hand grabpack. You told me this."

"Yes but the question is where did he even FIND one of our grabpacks? I mean the time span between the subject making those drawings about his 'imaginary friend' and his injury? It can't be a coincidence. 'He' was somehow involved with this incident! He's been using the boy as a means to escape the factory by being this imaginary friend."

"Don't be ridiculous, Sawyer; we had him all locked up tight in the labs with multiple cameras pointed at him ever since the incident with the makeshift laser pointer he built from a digital alarm clock. No way he found a way to breach containment."

"Pierre... his intelligence is unprecedented, beyond that of all the other experiments we have conducted up to this point. You said it yourself, he built a laser pointer solely out of the digital alarm clock he was given for his room, nothing else."

Pierre sat there in silence, tapping his fingers on the table for a good few good, silent seconds before turning back to Dr Sawyer.

"Alright, let's say he miraculously found a way to breach containment without triggering any alarms, why did he recruit the kid for his escape plan?"

"Well..." Dr Sawyer started, grabbing a few papers, before handing them to Pierre.

"According to the observation files we have of him, Theodore Grambell was not like the other kids, he didn't play games, run around or even make noise like they do. He usually spends most of his time in his room which we don't have any surveillance on whenever he goes in there. The children saw him as a form of outcast and treated him unfairly. He must've took advantage of Theodore's... poor treatment and lack of company for his own benefit and had him steal a green hand grabpack for his escape plan, only to have it backfire on the boy, literally."

"I see." Pierre noted as he placed the papers back on the table.

"I'll have security have a look out for him should he ever tries something like this again but we're getting off topic. Will 1188 be able to to use the red smoke?"

Dr Sawyer replied with a nod of confirmation. Pierre grinned.

"Excellent! Soon, Playcare will have its guardian to watch over the place."

Pierre stands up and approaches a window where a group of doctors monitored Experiment 1188 who laid on an operating table. However, with so many staff around the subject, we have no clear view of him.

"Welcome to Playtime Co., 1188." He greeted quietly to himself.

A few doctors moved aside during their work, allowing us to see the left arm of 1188, having purple fur and sharp claws, showing that the subject wasn't human, not anymore. Pierre's smile grew wider.