Prologue

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Edit: My first fan fiction. The timeline isn't canon but all the characters are here with the same backstories, personalities, and horrors. It's written simply so it can be enjoyed by Poppy Playtime fans and those who don't know much about the fandom. Enjoy!
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I laughed as the bell rung and Terry grabbed my hand to drag me out of the classroom. He ran forward with a sunny smile and bright hazel eyes against dark skin. We nearly bumped into a Miss Delight who quickly pointed at us.

"No running in the halls!" Despite the scolding she had a big smile on her face, all of the Miss Delights did. Her curly blonde hair bounced making her far less intimidating. I saw Terry pout and grumble an apology, only to speed walk.

"What's the hurry?" I whispered. Don't get me wrong- we lived in a magical place tucked away from the real world. When the bell rung and we were out of class each day was a ride of my life. Each day was exciting, especially with friends like Theodore and Terry.

"Bron's coming in today and Theo is saving is a spot at the front." My eyes widened. A real dinosaur! I never got there in time but if Theo came through we'd really get to ride down it's neck this time!

"Is Theo riding?" I raised a brow.

"Course not- but I promised him a few of my poppy tokens so he could buy himself a toy."

I giggled. "You know he's probably just going to buy another few books right?"

"I don't care-"

Light flooded the halls as we opened the door. In the distance we saw gold statues, and the large apartments where we all lived 'home sweet home.' The play ground glistened as if it were freshly cleaned. There were large slides and a whole maze of bright colored tubes. Kids were already running to the swings, a line that just like Bron seemed unbearable. An anthropomorphic unicorn was happily handing out chalk, with a green rabbit and chicken fighting over who would win at some sort of hop scotch. The clouds flew through the bright skies, streams of light flowing through them, it was always sunny here.

"There!" Terry pointed to a line that was slowly forming near the train tracks. He bulleted there while still holding my hand. I would have loved to run to the line and see if Theo had really done it, but I felt more like if I was flying and skipping just to keep my balance with Terry.

"Aubreeeeyy!" He whined. "C'mon just a little faster."

"I have short legs!" I defended in between pants. When he finally stopped I bumped into him while I caught my breath and balance. I put a hand to my stomach as I bent over a little. His head scanned the room quickly before finding what seemed to be an empty spot near the front. He pulled me up and muttered apologies as he made his way to the front- sure enough our spot had been held.

Theodore hardly noticed we were there. As usual his head was stuck in some book, this one was about grab packs, the book bag with arms that staff used. I thought they were kind of cool, but none of us were ever allowed near them. They were too dangerous.

Terry coughed to get his attention but he still didn't seem to notice. We heard the chugging of a train and heard the gentle roar of a life sized brontosaurus. The lights lit up the tracks, making Theo shut his eyes tightly and scrunch his nose. He looked around and saw us, waving.

"You really came through man!" Terry grinned at him, causing him to stand up and close the book. He shrugged and smiled softly. Theodore had never been a boy of many words. It was often hard to tell what was on his mind. Most of the kids tended to avoid him, but my moral compass felt bad seeing him isolated like that. He was only seven, just a little kid. Terry was too hyper to be friends with many others, he talked too much. The other twelve year olds often found him annoying. So with Theodore being a great listener but a poor speaker the two balanced each other out. "Here! Just like I said! Go buy yourself a toy, a game-" He pulled out some poppy tokens from his pocket and Theodore grinned as he held out his hands.

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