That Little Girl

That Little Girl

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The little girl who this poem is about actually happens to be me, and you can call me Mallory. Or freak. Either one works. I got the inspiration for this while laying on my bed with my boyfriend Patrick, and we were looking at the bulletin board above my bed with a ton of pictures of me from when I was a little kid. The picture that actually sparked the idea was one of me when I was about three. I was sitting in a stroller, holding a bottle, and looking off to the side with a huge open mouth that was grinning. My curly brown hair was still an afro there because it wasn't heavy enough to grow down yet. I look so happy and innocent... That must have been a REALLY long time ago.
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Y/N L/N was an employee of Playtime Co. she is known for her kind heart and compassionate nature, Y/N had a deep love for helping orphans, which led to her assignment as the clinic nurse at Playcare. However, her position didn't remain stable for long. She was unexpectedly transferred to a different facility-one shrouded in secrecy. The moment she set foot inside, an unsettling sense of familiarity washed over her. Standing before her was a figure from her past. . . . . Harley Sawyer. . . . . . "You're trembling," he murmured, his lips barely grazing my skin. "Tell me, my nurse... is it fear, or something else?" I swallowed hard, my hands pressing against his chest, but he didn't let me go. His grip was firm yet controlled, like a predator toying with its prey. "Doctor, let go," I said, though my voice wavered, lacking the authority I wanted it to have. He chuckled, the sound dark and velvety, laced with something unreadable. "Why would I?" he whispered, his fingers tracing slow, deliberate patterns along my back. "You think I'd just let you walk away right now?" I stiffened at his words. There was something possessive in his tone, something that made my pulse quicken in both fear and something far more dangerous. . . . . In this book I may or may not able to put a proper timeline of the Poppy Playtime but as the story progress to the gameplay. To note here Dr. Harley and Y/n may have met before when the were in college but different course. Also, in this book Elliot Ludwig had fired Sawyer before and this would be the first time that they met and work together. Also I headcannon Dr. Harley Sawyers age around early 30's and Y/n in late 20's I don't own Poppy Playtime and the characters. This belongs to the Mob Entertainment and formerly directed by Isaac Christopherson. I don't pictures and fanarts used in this book. The book cover art isn't mine, it belongs to rightful owners.

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