Am I Mother of Toys Now?

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(Time-skip to the Game Station)

I lifted Morgan off the ground before walking up the stairs, going to the control panel with the levers which meant more stairs, and then set them down. I walked over to the control panel and pulled the second lever.

"Whoa! You did fantastic! Who gave you permission to be this smart? Mommy is super proud of you. I'm sure she's told you that herself." The woman on the P.A. system said. "Yeah, I'm sure she is..." I sarcastically said, rolling my eyes. "Our next game is Wack-A-Wuggy! Head downstairs and have fun!" She said before the recording stopped.

I put a hand on my chin, thinking. Knowing how bizarre this place is, it isn't going to be like that arcade game, I probably have to move around a lot. If that's the case, then... I looked over at Morgan with an uneasy expression. I sighed before turning to the train, seeing a green hand scanner next to the door. I picked Morgan up and wrapped my left arm under them as I used my free right hand to pull the trigger to extend the green hand on the scanner.

"Okay, Morgan, I need you to be safe. I don't think I can bring you with me on this because I might trip over you, and I don't want you to die, or watch me fail the game and die. So, I'm gonna put you in the train for safe keeping." I explained before the scanning was complete. I opened the door to see that the panel to input the code was there, and there was no seating. I put Morgan down on the floor before I put in the first part of the code, which took a while until they were finally shuffled in the right order.

Seeing that the floor was made out of metal, I don't want them to freeze, so I took of my GrabPack and then my jacket. "Here, something to keep you warm, and... something to remind you of me if I happen to... not make it." I hesitantly said, causing them to whine, butting their head against me in refusal, not wanting me to run towards my potential end. "You'll be safe in here. Now, be a good little muffin, and uh... guard the train. Yes! That's right!" I said, trying to get rid of this heavy aura of lamenting that surrounded us, almost a suffocating feeling weighing down, which worked 'cause they now had a big open smile, jumping up and down, side-to-side.

They then sat down on my jacket, making a serious expression that I couldn't help but laugh at. "That's my little guard whale." I cooed, giving them head pats, which caused them to break character, snuggling up to me. "Okay then, now, you be a good little one and stay. I love you." I said, pecking them on top of their head before I stood up and closed the door.

I walked down the stairs and to where the Wack-A-Wuggy is. A light shone on the sign, showing a blue Huggy hitting a green Huggy on the head before the door slid open. I walked down the stairs, ignoring the feeling of guilt when I saw the blue Huggy Wuggy. Hopefully, they're not as big in the game.

I walked down the hall, which showed numerous, giant holes on the wall with different color variety of Huggy Wuggy's. When I walked in the room, the ground is covered in what appears to be sand with metal junk sticking out. On the walls is a painted city landscape and multiple big holes.

A TV in the corner of the room turned on, giving instructions on how to play, along with the PA system. "Welcome to Wack-A-Wuggy. This advanced test is designed to assist the extent of your reactionary abilities. A dual-palm GrabPack will be provided to you for this test. Around you are 18 sizable holes; an adorable Huggy Wuggy toy could appear out of any one of these holes. If one comes out, hit it with your GrabPack. That's all, good luck!" He informed before the TV turned off.

"The toys in this game used to have strings attached to them, so they could be pulled back when they got too close to the children. Hmm... have fun~" She said from the viewing platform. And with that, the lights turned off, leaving only the lights one the side of the walls that don't help at all.

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