"What do you want Prototype?!" Poppy said with a glare. The Prototype didn't say a word, he just watched the two toys in their containment. "Are you just going to sit there and watch us?" Poppy demands, and the Prototype just tilts his head at her. He seemed a bit intrigued by her honestly, but he wouldn't voice it out to her, Poppy was a special case. "What is it you want from us?" she asks again but this time with more anger hinted in her tone. Poppy flinches a bit when the Prototype lets out a dark chuckle, sounded like a mix between a child's laugh and a worker's voice she known for a while, but that would be impossible, the worker was far gone... or so she thought. "Look we don't have time for this, we just-" Poppy tried to explain but the Prototype didn't allow her to continue as he put his clawed hand over the section of his face that resembled a mouth, in a mocking way he let a soft "shhh..." and watched as Poppy's face morphed from confusion to anger. "Look we don't have time to be here and talk to you about your stupid plans! Just let us go and that'll be the end" Poppy said sounding confident, but her confidence was dashed as the Prototype finally spoke one word that caused Poppy and Mommy to both gasp in unison. "Catnap" was all he had to say to make the two realize that it was already too late to save the feline. "NO!" Poppy screamed and pounded at the glass, the Prototype hit a switch on the wall, and Poppy was surrounded by red poppy gas, unable to resist the urge to sleep. Her world went dark and the last thing she saw was the Prototype's clawed hand scratch at the glass container she was trapped in.
The Prototype then turned his attention to Mommy Longlegs see her trapped completely helpless. "What are you doing?!" she spoke in a slightly shaky tone knowing the power that the Prototype held over most of the toys. "Yøu wıll ąll jøın" as the Prototype says this Mommy's voice is heard screaming out in pain as the vice crushes her further. Mommy didn't realize she was going to be crushed to death, but she knew that it was a painful death as she felt her entire abdomen get crushed, and start to crack a bit. Her screams were ignored by the Prototype as he turned his back to her and made it clear that the two toys would not have any choice in the future plans for Playtime Co. he would make sure nobody got in his way, even if it meant... getting rid of the CEO. The Prototype wasn't a fan of the guy, but he needed to be sure that his own plan was foolproof enough to get the CEO to basically work towards his own demise without him even realizing it until it's too late.
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FanfictionThe third continuation of the Smiling Critters series! 💚
