Playtime Co. ...?

Chapter 1: Daughter...?

Olivia was in her bed, staring at the ceiling, today had been the worst she lost her job due to customer complaints, she worked at a motel down the street, she was just a receptionist though, not many people liked her anyways, most of the complaints were that the receptionist was freakish, and scared kids, it's not her fault she looked strange. Honestly, she didn't remember whose fault it was. But she knew it somehow had something to do with Playtime. Co she hated everything about the long-forgotten company. At the same time, she was curious, why did she hate it so much? The company had their main attractions Huggy and Poppy, she could tolerate the mascots, the company almost changed their logo to a poppy flower. She didn't really like poppies, but at the same time, she wore dangly Poppy flower earrings, and a Poppy barrette in her hair. she had other earings on too, but they were just loops, in the cartilage along the edge of her ears, it looked a bit strange due to her elf-like ears, but she didn't really mind it, she thought it looked cool. She sighed and sat up, she wasn't really tired, she left her room, and went upstairs to the kitchen, yes, she did live by herself, and the house was two stories tall, and there were other empty guest rooms in her house she could've set her bedroom up in. But. for whatever reason she liked the basement. She made herself a snack and began eating it. When she finished, she sat at the table scrolling through the media, finding some... unpleasant content, she switched to YouTube. She was about to click on something, then a notification popped up, she curiously checked it out, it was a text message from... Playtime. Co... She growled. 'Why the fuck are they texting me!?' She read the text message.

'Hello Olivia, I know it's been a while since you've had contact with this company, ten whole years, eh? Last any of us checked you were about twelve, I bet you've grown up so much, anyways, if you reply to this message, you won't get any response, I wrote this message, and scheduled it to send to you ten years from the time I wrote it, I know by this time, I'm probably gone, but I just want to say, I'm proud of the woman you've become my daughter. I'll see you on the other side.

-Dr. Oliver'

Olivia froze. "W-What? Daughter? Why is the name Dr. Oliver so familiar?" Olivia ran her fingers through her hair, then rested both arm on the table, her hair fell in her face, brunette with red highlights, in her opinion the combination was beautiful. She sighed, and stood up walking towards the back door. "I need to get some air." She said, to no one in particular, she opened the back door and stepped onto the back porch, taking a deep breath in, she looked around, there were a few fireflies here and there, the night sky was clear, the sun had just gone down, and the sky still looked a bit purple, towards the west horizon, the stars were starting to appear, and the full moon was rising, Olivia smiled, it was beautiful out. She began to hum a random tune, and walked off the porch and, onto the soft grass. She slowly walked towards the willow tree, and brushed the vines out of her way so she could get underneath it's branches, she thought of it as a hideaway, there were a couple tree stumps next to the willow, one was taller than the other, so she used one as a chair, the other as a table, there was a candle on the taller stump, she took out a match, and struck it against the box, and it lit, she lit the candle, and slightly waved the match around and put it out. she tossed the burnt-out match on the ground, and stepped on it, she sighed, and sat down on the small stump, and leaned against the tree. Just thinking about the message, 'What did it mean? Should I go check out the factory?... No... I probably shouldn't. whatever's there probably isn't worth it if my subconscious is screaming at me not to go... But.. still... why?' She sighed. 'I'll think about it tomorrow... I need sleep...' She stretched and yawned, Olivia stood up, she licked her index finger and thumb, and used her fingers to put out the candle. She sighed again, and went inside, shutting the door behind her. She heard a notification on her phone, she looked at her phone, which was laying on the table. She shrugged, and went over, and picked up her phone. "Missy? Why's she texting me? And at this hour? She hates staying up late..." She shrugged, and replied.

Olivia: 'Hey Missy.'

Missy: 'This isn't Missy.'

Olivia, stared confused the replied.

Olivia: 'Who is this then?'

Missy: 'This is Rachel, Missy's sister.'

Olivia tilted her head.

Olivia: 'Why are you using her phone?"

Missy: 'Because I lost mine, and I don't have your number.'

Missy: 'So anyways, me and the girls have a little task for you. I'm sure a freakish girl like you can do it.'

Olivia scowled Rachel, and her friends didn't really like her, so they did their best to put her down.

Olivia: 'And what would that be?'

It took a minute for Rachel to respond, she must've been typing.

Missy: 'We've been thinking, since you seem to hate that old. 'Playtime. Co' place, you can go spend the night there. I don't think that'll be too much of a challenge. Freak.'

Olivia gripped the phone tightly, and a few cracks formed on the screen. She clicked on the camera icon, and flipped it so it would record her, and she hit the record button. "Challenge accepted." She flipped of the camera. "Bitch." She hit the stop recording button and sent it. Before Rachel could respond, Olivia turned her phone off, and put it on silent. She sighed. "Guess I have to check it out now, maybe those assholes will leave me alone." She said, setting her phone back on the table, heading back downstairs, once she got to her bedroom, she looked at her closet, and shrugged, she walked up to the closet, and opened it. she grabbed a pair of comfy shorts, and a slightly over-sized t-shirt. she set the clothes on her bed, and slowly took off her shirt, she looked in her mirror, and sighed, her body was littered with scars, how she'd gotten them she didn't remember, but she'd assumed it was part of the reason she disliked Playtime. Co so much. She grabbed the t-shirt off her bed, and took a final look at all the scars on her body, and put the shirt on. She took her pants off and put the shorts on, even on her legs there were scars all over, she sighed. "Why can't I remember anything... Why am I such a freak?" She said, walking close to the mirror, putting her hand on it. When she looked in the mirror, she saw a literal monster, she saw herself, but slightly taller, and really thin, longer hair, and slits for pupils, and nothing else really changed, she sighed, and went to bed.

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