Let the Games Begin

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"I'M COMING, POPPY!" I shouted, getting into a cannonball position and I fell down, possibly to my death.

I yelped in pain when my butt his something hard, but plastic, and slid down somewhere. There were a few lights, revealing that I was in a blue slide. When I finally made it to the end, I was thrown out and harshly landed on my ass. "Owww." I groaned in pain.

I let out a few more groans of mentally agonizing pain as I got up. I looked behind me to see a sign above the slide that said "Elliot Ludwig". That's not all; there were more names like: Leith Pierre, Stella Greyber, Eddie M.N.R., but one slide had no name on it.

I turned back around to the optional ways to go. There's the Power Room with its doors wide open, a big metal door in the way of an entrance that leads to the Game Station, and another one but it was smaller and slightly open from the bottom with no sign. I walked over to the Power Room and got to work on the puzzle.

(Time-skip)

When I heard the familiar ring, I walked out and watched the door to the Game Station open up, revealing a long hallway. At the other end was a closed door with a pad for the red hand. I walked down the hall, looking around and seeing multiple pipes along the walls, going in different directions and a ceiling that seems to go up forever with how there are no lights.

Once I was close enough, I shot the red hand, but a familiar hand grabbed it before it can even touch the pad. "A new playmate!" A cheery, high-pitched female's voice spoke up, taking away my red hand. "Hey!" I exclaimed, backing up a bit as I kept my eyes above.

"It's been so long." The figure spoke, descending form the shadows to reveal a large, slender being in resemblance of a spider but has four limbs. She has baby pink skin with curly, tangled noodle-like hot pink hair that is styled in a high ponytail to the right side of her head with a baby blue hair tie. She has wide green eyes with tiny pupils, black eyelids, and three eyelashes, as well as a gaping, hollow mouth with dark ink lipstick and doesn't have a nose. She has a thin neck with a baby blue necklace, which is comprised of a small angular torso with a dark pink sweetheart neckline, a thin appendage resembling her so-called waist, and a rotund dark pink bottom to resemble a sweetheart-bodice dress. Her arms and legs seem to be extremely elastic, and with how far it stretched to snatch Poppy, it's safe to say that it can stretch for hundreds of feet. Her arms end in two crimson glove-like hands with thin baby blue cuffs while her legs end in ankle-length baby blue stocking with crimson Mary Janes.

"Isn't this exciting, Poppy?" The figure asked, bring down her right arm from the darkness above with Poppy in her grasp, but Poppy has some webbing over her mouth. "Very exciting, Mommy!" The figure said, attempting to mimic Poppy's voice like a puppeteer.

"Mommy heard that miss Poppy was going to just give you the train code to escape. Now how is that fun?" she asked, stretching her neck closer down to me before adjusting her position along with stretching her other limbs; it was unsettling to watch. "Instead... why don't we make a game out of it? The Game Station is still working. It will be just like old times." The deranged toy suggested.

"And if you win all three games, I'll give you the train code." The toy said in that Poppy voice impression, moving her around like it was a mocking gesture. The deranged toy gasped, like as if she wasn't just making her say that. "Mommy loves that idea, Poppy! Oh, you're going to have so much fun! Head to Musical Memory and Mommy will get things started." The toy instructed.

"And, uh... What happens if I don't?" I sheepishly asked, my nerves going on the fritz, I can hear my heart pounding with fear through my ears. "Obey the rules, or I'll tear you apart and eat your insides while you're still alive..." She added, stretching her neck down to me, staring into my eyes and through my soul.

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