The toy angel (poppy playtime x male reader

Chapter 1: the hug

It has been 10 years since you became the new owner of the farm you make sure to do everything right and you also make sure you have time to pray as Paul and Emily taught you about the lord above.

Waking up with a start, you soon rose from the bed from which he is sleeping in as the alarm ringed in his ears. You look down to the electric alarm clock on your night stand, five thirty A.M., just as you set it to be. While many people are still sound asleep at this hour, you know as you slap the clock to snooze mode that you don't have that kind of luxury for now. Not when there is a field to tend to.

Then after a brisk wash in a hot shower, you ventures down the wooden stairs to the kitchen for a quick breakfast, the wooden floor creaking loudly with each step inside the quiet, empty house. It was honestly strange to think about how quiet it is, he remembered a time when there was always noise of some kind reverberating through the rooms of this humble farm home. But now, at the maturing age of twenty seven, all Gabe could hear is himself and the stillness of ear-ringing silence.

Taking a bowl of cold cereal, you then makes your way to the circular dining table, your Bible sitting on the waxed, wooden surface just where you remembered you left it. The soft white and teal colored curtains brought a somber feeling as the first rays of sunrise shined and filtered through.

Taking your seat, you quickly wolfs down your breakfast as you skimmed over a bible chapter, not wanting to waste time sitting here. For when you dared to look just to the other side of the table, there sits the object of your worries.

For a week ago you received a package from a anonymous person, but the source was undeniably clear, for labeled on the package's front was the colorful label of the formerly largest of toy manufacturers, his old employment, Playtime.co .
Inside were two items, a VHS tape which played an introduction of the company's first successful toy, the Poppy doll, and a commercial of Playtime.co inviting people on tours through the factory grounds.

But while the tape was a bit strange in of itself, the next item following the tape however shook you to your very core. A letter, written on notebook paper and drawn with a red crayon, and on it was written three sentences. Three short sentences that no matter how hard you tried you could not shake them out of your mind.

The letter urged you to go back, back to the factory from which you were made in. You was but a teenager at the time you was working there, at the spray age of sixteen. When you were knocked out and turned into what you are now. But being there had its merits, and even some fond memories. You made some of your best friends in that factory. Joyce, Tyler, Freddy, good friends from beyond school.
It was actually a good time.

But then you but you wanted to be free from that place and you planned something that made you leave Playtime.co for good. And just three days after leaving, Playtime.co was suddenly shut down. And more mysteriously still, all the staff running the factory disappeared, Including your friends.

The authorities haven't touched on the issue since, and to this day no one knows what happened to the staff nor the tourists visiting. And anyone who dared to enter the factory and investigate themselves, simply vanished without a trace.

And now, sitting just three feet away from you, is an invitation inviting you to the same factory.
You continued to look at the letter, since you read it you hadn't bothered to move it from its place since you sat it down, and it stayed there for the whole week since. You knew you could just simply throw it away, burn it in the fireplace and forget about this entirely. But in all honesty, you couldn't. You could not in good conscience throw it away.

You don't know why, but everyday you had the unmistakable urge to return, but the common sense forbids you from doing so. What is the point of going back if there was nothing to return to? You then take one last look at the letter, and shutting away all these intrusive thoughts swirling through your head, you gets up and immediately heads out for work.