The toy angel (poppy playtime x male reader

Chapter 10: consumed guilt

Stirring within your sleep, the opaque shroud of darkness just as dull as your senses, you eventually started to regain your sense of self.  Your eyes fluttered open, your vision drinking in the sights assaulting you. The first thing you see is that you're lying on the floor, your left cheek pressed against the wooden floor boards. You begin to move your limbs, even though fatigue was etched in every fiber of your muscles, you found some strength left to wake the nerves back up and push yourself upward.

Now back on your feet, you realizes that to your utter confusion, that nothing has happened to you. From what you remember as you begin to push past the drowsiness clouding your mind and pick at the most recent memories, wasn't Catnap just with you a moment before you fell unconscious?  You were easily within striking distance away from him. And yet, he's gone now?  What made him change his mind?

Well whatever reason he's gone now, the generator's already on and now you can leave.  Making your way out through the doorway, you passed through the caregivers lounge and head towards the door leading outside.  But when you opened it you find a flight of stairs, not leading upward, but downward. With no other option you descend the strangely wide staircase and finds yourself within a hallway, a very long hallway. You guessed that the way out is much further than you anticipated.

Walking down the long corridor, your mind was stirring up yet more memories before Catnap used his smoke to knock you out. The tape, the folder, the experiments, the children.  Why?  Just why?  Why children?  Why couldn't it be anything else?  There was a note that said they were experimenting with rats before and that they needed larger test subjects.  They could have used cats, dogs, the fricking chimpanzees. But no. They used vulnerable, orphaned, children.

"They hurt children."

This thought burned within your mind with such intensity that the world around you went red for a second, anger of such magnitude that you didn't take note of the suddenly different surroundings.  From once dilapidated and decayed now the halls are new and refurbished.  The glass lantern lights unbroken, the wood floor immaculate, and even the wallpaper left unstained after a decade of no care.

You soon reached a split in the end, different halls leading directly left or right. You didn't think on which direction to turn, so blindly went to the right. But just as you took a few more steps ahead, you hear a radio blaring. 

Radio: Tragic news this morning.  As of 9:45 a.m,-

You turned and you see that there is a radio sitting on a dresser cabinet. 

Radio: -local authorities reported the body of a young boy has been found on the estate of the late Elliot Ludwig.  An esteemed toy maker and founder of the Playtime.co company.

You remember this broadcast, this was just a month before the disappearance of the staff. 

Radio: A t this time, the identity of the child awaits official confirmation.  Found in an upstairs bedroom in a large duffle bag, officers on-scene report that the remains appears to have been disturbed.  Organs as well as key bones of the skeletal structure were reported missing from the body.  It is unknown at this time whether this extraction was, in fact, the cause of death.

Even to this day this news broadcast still gave you chills. Especially considering this was Elliot Ludwig they were talking about.  So many of the more senior employees spoke highly of him, during some of their talks in the cafeteria you would over hear one story where during his time in the hospital due to an accident that resulted in him getting amputated, he said that Elliot personally invested giving him a new prosthetic leg.  But after this news broadcast, you didn't know what to think. Then again, considering everything that has happened, you didn't know what to think about Playtime.co.