The Prototype knew that he was distracting Catnap so he ended up leaving Playcare in hopes that Catnap would focus on the vent again. As he looked at the vent though Bobby and Crafty didn't seem to be using it anymore... it was still closed. He clenched his hand as he tried to look around for the two critters who somehow snuck under his radar while he was trying to watch Catnap. He travels around the factory hoping for a glance at the two Smiling Critters again. He searched the cameras for a while, but it seems that the two weren't on cameras radars... annoying little pests but they'll be useless eventually, he knows they will, he just needs time. "All good things come to those who wait..." he reminds himself in anger, he tries not to let his anger get to him, he still had so much to do, finding Poppy again... since she was being a pest yet again. "I hope the others are having better luck than I am" he groans out and makes his way through the halls, his claws drag along the walls as he searches, his face betraying his anger. "It's quite unfortunate that most of us in this factory have faces set in stone..." he taps his smile, his teeth, his cheeks, he was slightly annoyed by the fact that he couldn't show his true feelings but it's not like his actions have the same frozen face as he does, he looks at his large metal hands and makes his way towards the office of... him. "You've turned me into this... you've turned many others... but it's okay, because maybe one day I'll find it in me to forgive you..." he blinks his one good eye at the door, but he doesn't open it, what would be the point? He passes it in search for Poppy or someone who can help tell him where she's located. "Anyone but him would be able to locate her... perhaps I should try to recruit someone who can reach taller places like me?" he smiles at the ceiling thinking about finding Mommy Longlegs knowing that she might not want to help him, but it's not like she'll have a choice, since when do any of them ever get a choice nowadays? He never got one...
Miss Delight was in pain... so much pain. She wasn't just hurt physically from her face, but her mind hurt, it felt shattered... she felt broken, yet whole. She wanted to look in the mirror but she couldn't, she would just be reminded of who she used to be... a friendly happy teacher who had the dream to teach the orphans in the Playcare... but it didn't matter what she wanted, it never did. Now that she looked like this, she didn't want anyone seeing her, she held Barb a bit tighter as she roams the school halls, she looks at the destruction she caused... her sister's mangled bodies... their flesh ripped open... her teeth marks in their bones. "I'm sorry... I'm so sorry..." she cries.
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Smiling Critters STILL continues on...
Non-FictionFourth continuation of the Smiling Critters series~ ❤️
