A Different Path

Chapter 2

"....Hhhheeeeeeeeehhhhhhhhh..."

PJ's hungry hiss was the last thing to be heard before he'd sent the hand of the GrabPack flying somewhere. Anywhere. Praying it would potentially help them out if this trap. Luck happened to be on their side as they went flying, their body colliding with the glass as it sent through it and onto the floor. 

He laid there in pain, some shards having gotten into their arms, legs, and even their stomach. Blood pooled from their wound as they stood up again. Glaring at the mouth agape mascots, the ex-employee limped to a hole they spotted, removing a chair and falling into it with ease. They had one thought before their vision started to blur. And the spider mascot would begin to hunt them as well.

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That wasn't part of the plan.

He wasn't meant to survive. She rigged it perfectly so that PJ would have his last meal of the day. And it would have been a human. It made the toy so happy when he'd learned of the potential food source. He looked up, rather fearful of the consequences for failing Mommy's request at capturing the newest intruder in their domain.

"...He got away."

He tried backing into a hole to hide, but the spider mascot's pink hand caught him by his middle section. PJ internally curled his long body as he was turned to face what he and the others considered the beast. The one with silver eyes that had hurt them in the past. He couldn't speak, but he would fight to end if it meant trying defy death itself. 

 She pulled PJ to her blank frame with ease, the canine caterpillar mascot whimpering and clawing at anything to delay the inevitable. He was pulled close to Mommy, her eyes dull as she did something that she hadn't in a long time. 

"...It's okay, little one. You can relax."

Her hand began petting the mascot. PJ stiffened in her grip, waiting for the caress to turn into a hit. She always did this. It went from affection to abuse in a matter of minutes. He didn't calm down, his body trying to protect him from the hits that weren't coming.

"Mommy won't hurt you, PJ. Those days are long past. I did promise. You know Mommy doesn't break her promises."

That's what she always said. His body refused to relax in her grip, instead, PJ pushed and shoved Mommy as hard as he could. This greatly annoyed the paternal figure he had known, flipping PJ onto his back and looking him directly in the eyes. He couldn't speak, but he understood what she said every time.

"I know you didn't mean to lose them. You would've won if he hadn't cheated. Mommy will bring him back, PJ, but we did lose. We didn't predict his little window stunt. We have to keep our word of giving what he treasures the most back to him. The little doll and the blasted train code. I don't blame you in the slightest, little caterpillar. It wasn't your fault."

PJ's eyes narrowed, though he allowed his legs and body to relax. He saw nothing but affection and frustration in the green eyes assuring him that this wasn't a trick. Trusting the spider mascot was a lot harder than it seemed, though he did become putty in her grip once she found the spot behind his ear and he went back to his regular self. 

He stared ahead of Mommy, not minding the bonding session as she smiled at the toy she considered one of her own trusting her at least. She only had to wait until Daisy wasn't around. She witnessed PJ's eyes becoming the green she loved seeing, consume her own before he succumbed.

That's it, give in to me. Become mine.

It was only to let him relax. Mommy had no intention of making him kill the other toys. She had a bad habit of punishing her children if they were to fail. And she tried holding herself back, she really did.

 But her host, the beast, and her instincts were too overpowering. She ended up swallowed by the darkness and the humane part of her woke to her children beaten and severely injured. And to witness her...adopted child shivering in fear beneath her frame, she felt something inside her shatter to pieces. Is this what the human felt like? She had only been wanting to play? If they had failed, then Mommy would've ended the game and given them another chance.

This is going to be irritating.

Mommy hadn't completely  lost her mind. She lowered PJ to the floor, admiring his peaceful form before she clung to the wall and went to the room she had last seen the person who went through their games. The darkness covered the hole. She would have to actually search for them.

Guess I have to do this the old fashioned way. Scaring them to come out. It worked with the other adults. Why not them?

It was time to find the human.