Lavender And Vanilla A Wonderful Scent

Chapter 25

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A soft smile crossed my face as I turned to the head scientist, sweat beaded on his forehead and his expression when he turned to me was priceless. The Prototype was standing next to me as he watched the two of us, the scientist more than me. The scientist’s name was Harley, Harley Sawyer and he had just watched and participated in the massacre of his friends and other higher ups, then had the thrilling task of putting the important parts of them into toy bodies and doing the surgery on each and every one of them. None of them survived, unsurprisingly. They had all aged out and none of them had an illness besides being fucked up in the head.
“T-there! I-i’m done!”

My smile widens as I turn to face the Prototype, his face was arranged in something that, if I was being nice could be called close to a smile, however I wasn’t feeling like the nicest toy right now so it's closer to a grinning mass of metal, wires and flesh. But it worked for what he was trying to convey. He nodded at me, prompting me to respond to Harley’s statement.
“Very good Harley, I’m very proud of you”
I said with a slight purr to my voice as I walked over to her and placed my paw on her head giving her a slight pat, I didn’t want to break her neck… yet.
“I think you deserve a reward.”
I continued stopping in front of the viewing window that overlooked the lab where the experiments had just taken place. There was a bloody mess on the floor, walls and metal operating tables which still held the lifeless toy bodies. Turning back to Harley I looked up at the Prototype who nodded once again.
“For being such a good girl that is, and doing as I asked with… a few ‘accidents’ along the way”

Hope danced in her eyes as she looked between me and the Prototype, it was to be short lived hope but I had grown something like a soft spot for Harley during the almost day that we’ve been together which made her hope even more hilarious then it would have been under normal circumstances. Placing a hand on the small of her back and starting lightly pushing her to the train, she looked up at me but didn’t stop.
“D-dose this mean y-y-you’ll let me go?” 
Before I could stop myself the laughter bubbled out of me as we continued to walk to the train that will take dearest Harley back to the Games Station where Mummy Long Legs would deal with her as lovingly as a mother can deal with someone who’s not her’s at least.
“Perhaps whoever it’d be wrong of me to say yes or no”
“W-why’s that? Your not going to let THAT THING over there deal with me are y-you”
Her words became frantic as she pointed to the prototype with disgust and horror written all over her face, oh how pretty it was to see. Not answering I gently pushed her into the train then turned to the Prototype and nodded, he returned the gesture and got onto the train with Harley. I waved to them as the train started moving and once they were gone I walked back into the viewing room then looked out the window.

The bodies were still laying on the table like the good little pretenders they were but I knew better, yes all the test results had come back as ‘fail’ but I knew those toys laying on the table weren’t dead yet unmotivated. Pushing a button on the control panel in front of me I heard rather than saw the small trap doors in the walls open and the mini toys came pouring out of them. Did you know that the Mini toys often have the most failures in the sense that they can't be sold, it does leave one to wonder what becomes of them. Shrugging I continued to watch as mini toys of all different kinds crawl up the bigger bodies laying on the tables and start to bite into them, it doesn't take long for the Bigger bodies to stand, fumble and fall to the ground. Not so dead after all.

The raw-like screams fill the room so much that they penetrate the glass and follow me as I leave the room. Bubba was standing in front of the door with a big smile on his face as I nodded to him and moved to let him in. Bubba being the curious toy he is, steps into the room and closes the door behind him. Walking up the side of the train tracks I go back up to the PlayCare. Opening the door that led to the critter neighbourhood I was surprised to see a small, well child sized off coloured CatBee sleeping soundly. Closing the door I bent down to the CatBee and poked it, waking the poor thing up but instead of being startled it looked relieved…?
“Oh Dogday thank god it’s you, I was so worried you weren’t going to come in through this door and that I’d have to run though the PlayCare to find you”
That voice sounded somewhat familia though I couldn’t quite place it till the CatBee spoke again a little faster this time, obliviously seeing the confusion in my eyes.
“It’s me Hudson, the one who brought Catnap to you the first day, the guy who comes and cheeks on you, the first scientist that fed you… your old friend who turned you in?”
Ahhh that explains it.

“Yes I know you Hudson what I don’t know though is why your a CatBee and mostly the equivalent to a bigger body Catbee at that”
He nodded, realisation dawning on his off coloured face. Looking around the PlayCare I could tell he was retained to answer my question out here, no doubt having seen the aftermath of The Hour Of Joy. sighing I picked him up and started carrying him to my Kittens house, Prototype knows Catnap would love another little pet. Hudson was still in my arms as I carried him and had fallen back asleep if the loud purring was anything to go off of. As I walked I couldn’t help but remember what Leith was screaming about when I entered his office.
“Where the Bloody Hell has that stupid thing gotten to and why has nobody found him, I know he's going to go run his mouth to the critters or any of the toys that’ll listen to him, GODS! I should have left him without a voice box, fucking Hu-”

Well it seems this little CatBee has some explaining to do when he wakes up, turning my eyes away from Hudson I climb up the ladder to Catnaps house and quietly open the door, as I had accepted no one had come though the neighbourhood meaning all of the houses were untouched. Looking around the living room I found a fire roaring in the fireplace warming the house and I could hear my Kitten’s soft purs coming from upstairs which made me smile. Placing Hudson down on the couch I strolled into the kitchen and started making tea, knowing that if I woke Catnap up without a cup of tea in hand I was going to get my eyes scratched out and I quite like my eyes where they are. After making the tea I creeped up the stairs and into my Kitten’s room, crouching down beside hos bed I gently shake him awake and doge that clawed paw that comes flying my way before his beautiful eyes open and I hand him his cup of tea, wiping the slight tears from his eyes.
“Good morning Kitten, Miss me?”