Overdue Check-Up (Poppy Playtime) [On Hold]

(Chapter 5) Part 2: Need Some Light

Darkness. Darkness and Pain. [???] was getting used to those things quite well. The past several hours have been both of those. [???]'s life was beginning to feel like a mixture of dream and nightmare, but also sometimes neither; it was frustrating.

"...ric."

What was that?

"...ric."

There it was again, it's so quiet. Why is it so quiet?

"Nea..c."

Who's saying that? They sound... far away.

"Near... ou hea..."

Near? Near where? What else did they say?

No, it was something else... "Nea... ari... answer-... wake... Ne-ic!" it's familiar, but why?

"Near-... eari-..."

That doesn't sound right... [???] can feel- Wait, "...ric!" what was [???] name aga- Oh, pronouns... what was it?

"Near-! Wake...! ic... up!"

Wake?

.

.

.

Oh yeah...

"aric... ake- p!"

The elevator.

"Nearic!"

GAAAAAASP

SMACK

"Agh!" Catnap reels back as something crashes into his face. Bringing a paw up to his face, he rubs at the stinging beneath his fur. He looks back and sees his nephew panting heavily, but sitting upright, "Nearic!"

Stepping closer, he inspects his nephew closely while he gathers his bearings, "Are you okay? Where are you hurt? You weren't waking up, I tried calling but..." he steps in front of his Kit's face, "How are you feeling?"

Nearic takes a few seconds to put himself together, but he eventually responds, "Y-yeah... I'm good." He groans as he holds his head, the pulsing headache already going away, "Cuddly, that toy is not."

Catnap huffs, amused, "Agreed," standing and stepping out of the elevator, "Can you stand?"

The teen nods, "I think so," bracing his left arm against the elevator wall, he pulls himself up to his feet. Quickly noticing his right leg isn't hurting half as bad, he stands up straight and pushes away from the wall.

Getting out of the elevator, Nearic notices the cotton at the end of his uncle's tail, and the blood dripping from it, "Huggy got you tail." he asked regretfully.

Catnap looks back at it and sighs, "Yeah, but I'll be alright, trust me. I've taken for worse without treatment."

Nearic rolls his aching shoulder, "We don't have anymore utilities to help even if I wanted to. We'll have to leave it."

Looking around the room, the teen spots more of that 'stuff' pulsing on the wall next to a cutout of another toy, one he hasn't seen before. The toy was a dark red, almost crimson, with fennec-like ears; it could almost be mistaken as a Critter toy, if it weren't for the lack of a pendant. Looking around the room, he spots three doors: the ones in front and another to the left being white, while the one to the right is red. Rubble lines the floor almost completely, and one of the walls has the insolation exposed.

Looking back at the weird material wrapping around the walls, he calls to his uncle, "Hey Uncle?"

"Yeah?"