The Hour of Joy was meant to end every single worker at Playtime Co. Except one. The Prototype lost some memories during the transition through the cursed initiative, but he remembered one person. One person who was always there for him. His Angel. Now, 10 years later. They're finally returning to the same factory that tore them apart. (Angel has they/them pronouns. The gender is up to the reader. This is an AU that was created back when there were three chapters.) Poppy Playtime belongs to MOB Entertainment.

You are a Smilling Critter that the Prototype has taken fond of. You are the only living being that he won't kill, only because you are so small, helpless and most importantly, useful. NSFW will be marked with 🍋 Absolutely no minors allowed!

// Book 27 of the Poppy Playtime collection! 🪡⚠️🩸🖤(𝘚𝘱𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘰𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘺 𝘗𝘭𝘢𝘺𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦.𝘊𝘰™ ) 𝐵𝐸𝐸𝑃. 𝐵𝐸𝐸𝑃. 𝐵𝐸𝐸𝑃. 𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑚𝑜𝑛𝑖𝑡𝑜𝑟 ℎ𝑜𝑜𝑘𝑒𝑑 𝑢𝑝 𝑡𝑜 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑎𝑏𝑜𝑚𝑖𝑛𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛 ℎ𝑢𝑚𝑚𝑒𝑑 𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑖𝑙𝑦, 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑤𝑎𝑣𝑒𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑚 𝑜𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑐𝑟𝑒𝑒𝑛 𝑠ℎ𝑜𝑤𝑖𝑛𝑔 ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑙𝑡ℎ𝑦 ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑡 𝑎𝑐𝑡𝑖𝑣𝑖𝑡𝑦. 𝑊𝑎𝑠 𝑖𝑡 𝑎 ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑡? (𝑌/𝑁) 𝑑𝑖𝑑𝑛'𝑡 𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑤. 𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑢𝑛𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑠𝑐𝑖𝑜𝑢𝑠 𝑐𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑡𝑢𝑟𝑒 𝑏𝑒𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑒 ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑙𝑜𝑜𝑘𝑒𝑑 𝑚𝑜𝑟𝑒 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑎 𝑚𝑒𝑡𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑖𝑐 𝑐𝑟𝑎𝑏 𝑖𝑓 𝑖𝑡 ℎ𝑎𝑑 𝑎 𝑏𝑎𝑏𝑦 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑎 𝑠𝑝𝑖𝑑𝑒𝑟, 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑏𝑜𝑟𝑟𝑜𝑤𝑒𝑑 𝑓𝑙𝑒𝑠ℎ 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑏𝑜𝑛𝑒𝑠 𝑓𝑟𝑜𝑚 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑓𝑖𝑟𝑠𝑡 𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑠𝑜𝑛 𝑖𝑡 𝑠𝑎𝑤. "𝐻𝑒 𝑖𝑠 𝑒𝑥𝑞𝑢𝑖𝑠𝑖𝑡𝑒. 𝐴𝑛𝑑 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑏𝑒 ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑎𝑚𝑢𝑠𝑒𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑡."