The toy angel (poppy playtime x male reader

Chapter 2: the web

You felt like you were sinking, your mind swirled with faded and dull memories. Recollections that felt so worn that they feel more like dreams. But you know that these weren't dreams for the truth cannot be sullied. You dream of experiments years when you first awoke at the factory. It was your first real sight.

You dreamed of your first day there. It was so engrossed with your performance you actually overworked that day. You remember your first friend, Tyler. A strong guy with a good sense of humor. His sister Joyce, who also worked there with him. And Freddy, the office worker who they regularly meet in the cafeteria. You remembered the jokes they made, the laughs they had together. And despite it all being relegated to the confines of work, their friendship was strong.

But you then dream of that moment when your view of the toy factory changed forever.
It was but a week before the factory was closed down. During lunch hour, you found one of the doors leading to a facility for authorized staff only has been left cracked open. And you, being the typical experiment with curiosity that you were, ventured inside there knowing he's off limits.

The halls were stark white, nothing like rest of the colorfully decorated factory. The floors being hard concrete and fluorescent lamps blaring their harsh buzzing. You remembered it being cold.

You then heard it, screams. Or something closely like screaming. You couldn't tell due to how in human it sounded.

You followed the bewailing noise till he found a door. You dared to look inside.

You remembers the crippling fear that clenched your heart when you ran as far as possible, you remember the shame you felt when you left the factory that same day, and you remembers the guilt when you hear how the factory was locked down and everyone inside including your friends, have disappeared.

It was dizzying, nauseating, gut wrenchingly sickening. Your mind reflected that, as you spun deeper and deeper into his own self loathing. But then, just as his dreary distress reaches its climax. You can see in the darkness, it was Poppy, gazing at you with worrying eyes. She then spoke, in the same soft voice when they first met.

Poppy: Wake up.

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You: Gah!

You gasps, your lungs pulling as much clean air as possible. Your hand found its way to your chest, clinching where you heart should be. The subtle yet strong beats can be felt through the rising and falling of your chest as you gazed up to the wooden ceiling. You wondered how long you could have been out for, and how.

Having taken your much needed breaths, you pushed yourself back up. Taking in your surroundings, the red and pink lights that once danced around the room have now gone dark, leaving only the warm yellow lamps from the hallway to illuminate the dim bedroom. You also notices the case that you had just opened is empty, with no sign of that talking doll anywhere. Which can only mean one thing.

You: Great, more weird toys to deal with.

You said to yourself.

Once you brings yourself back onto your feet you then leave the bedroom behind. Then upon entering the living room you see that the entrance from which you originally came in from before has been blocked, with many debris and random items stuffed into the hallway. How strange. How did all this stuff get there?

Doesn't matter now, you have to keep moving. If you meets that Huggy monster again, or whatever that doll is, you doubt the encounter would be anything but friendly.

You find a door to your left, heading through it you find a long stretched hallway. Decorated with the same generic kid friendly colors of red, blue, and yellow. As you walked your way through, not paying too much heed to the murals of the toys decorated around you, your mind wondered back to that Huggy monster that attacked you as well as the talking poppy doll you released.