Poppy Playtime: Oneshots/Short-stories

Class In Session.

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)

(Hopefully this shows how fucking terrified I am of Miss Delight lol. Still, she's a bit hard so, eh.)

(Hope you enjoy.)

She struck at them time and time and time again. Never missing with her swings, and striking their stomach, gut, and even getting a few cuts on their shoulder for good measure. No longer playing the game she set for herself, and also her sisters before death came for them all.

Still, credit where credit was due, they were good at evading her attacks. Repeating a process they'd done before with similar being who wished for their demise. They sent the hands in her direction, only causing her to flinch a few seconds before striking once more. Having enough of her old method, and going for the kill.

'Stop it! I can help you!'

Miss Delight never missed when it came to capturing her prey. Pinning them to one of the desks, and forcing the human to sit as she examined their appearance. She placed them here years ago. Before they convinced her to show them the slightest hint of mercy.

She sighed. Tutting as she held Barb, inaudibly muttering plans and other ways to teach the human how to avoid a sharp blade. This reminded of them high school again. They also remembered it as mental torture.

'What's the point of all this?'

With a hand on her hip, Miss Delight turned to her newest student. Casually spinning Barb around in her other palm, the half-eaten former teacher somehow grinned at them in the weirdest fashion possible. In the blink of an eye, the human rolled to the side, although Delight predicted this, jabbing their arm before pinning them still to the ground.

She leaned in real close, and whispered those words they hated hearing form her lipless mouth.

"CatNap would've gotten you by now."

'...I suppose he would've.'

"And you barely survived Mommy and that bluish one. I forget his name, though he may not be important if I can't recall it."

The human stood to their feet with a hand from the humanistic mascot. Blondish hair stained with crimson, her eyes and teeth and nose all but exposed for the world to see. It was disturbing how they'd grown used to the scene. Finding any allies was their priority, and they'd take Delight over him any day of the week.

'...Huggy. His name was Huggy.'

"Oh...I don't really care for that. Now, shall we get a move on? Barb and I grow tired of this old location."

It was how she cooperated that proved their biggest problem. Hunger and the endless demands from 'the pit' as Delight dubbed it left them stumped. She proposed a mutual agreement. One that would benefit them both.

"Hello? Is anybody there?"

The human seized up as Delight took in the helpless mini toy, eyes shifting to those black voids with the white pricks. Then leaping from their side onto the little thing who cried and begged for help. And the human was helpless to stop it.