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I scream as I fell into the darkness with my grabpack, The Prototype's last words ringing in my head.
"Make sure to land on your feet."
Kissy's arm cushions my fall, and I immediately looked up from the ground. What happened to Missy? I prayed that she'd be fine, that she'd catch up with Poppy soon. They weren't far without each other for very long, attached to each other's hips as a duo. Or so I thought as I bitterly think how the doll left us to die in an attempt to flee through the vents.
I wince as I push myself off the ground and find myself in an underground garden- full of poppy flowers.
'Probably used in the experiments.' I think to myself. I shiver thinking about it.
I remember being a scientist here. Assigned to Experiment 1006.
I pass through the underground garden, the scent of poppies strong.
I use my Omni-Hand to open the door and walk inside. A tape plays on the tv. I roll my eyes, about done with the security this place has. Honestly the amount of security they had weren't working out too well for them, not if I could get past it the way like I could.
Suddenly my eyes are drawn to the window in the door, squinting to make out a figure walking towards the locked door. It looked familiar- but it couldn't be Kissy Missy.
My eyes go wide as the figure attacks the door. I back up with my hands on my grabpack, ready to attack if necessary. My eyes widen as I recognized who it was.
Huggy Wuggy. And he was still alive.
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Red Smoke surrounds me as my body is frozen from fear.
Huggy hits the door repeatedly until I regain my bearings and start running as soon as the door behind me opens. Making sure my grabpack was on tight, I take off running.
I fit through several tight spaces, never looking back once as I run to escape my pursuiter. 'This is getting tiring,' I think sarcastically.
Using my hands on scanners while trying to run forward, I dodge many attempted hits by Huggy.
"Hey Huggy- I know you want to kill me- BUT CHILL!" I scream at the roaring entity that continues to chase me down. "Really- no need to attempt to kill me again!"
I curse as I realized he wouldn't listen to a human like me.
I use my grabpack to get across a chasm and manage to land on the other side, Huggy stopping and roaring at me.
I smirk, knowing he knows better than to attempt to chase me down again- especially after how he fell last time.
As soon as Huggy Wuggy walks away, frustrated not to have gotten me, I take my own way.
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I let out an "Ouch." As I rub my bruised leg. The chase earlier had really taken a toll on my body. I had almost started to miss the safety of Safe Haven and the cots that I could rest in. A frown on my face as I remember escaping an outraged Doey and having no choice but to kill him. I also missed every toy there.
I turn a valve to redirect fire- and suddenly a familiar roar.
Shit.
Turning fast, I see Huggy running after me. I scream and run in the opposite direction.
NOPE!
Running through the fire, I crouch on an bruised leg and cry out in pain. Pushing through the pain, I dash into the elevator. Pushing my back against the walls, I can hear a thud on the roof. Great. Huggy Wuggy tries getting in, managing to break a hole through a wall. I swear and dodge each attack. How this elevator was still running was a whole another debate.
The doors open and I scan my hand- but then a blue furry arm grabs my hand and yanks the grabpack off me. He took my only protection down here.
I fall down and scream as the elevator falls.
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Waking up, I can feel what the fall had done to my body. Groaning I sit up, realizing I lost my only source of protection down here. Fantastic. And a few more bruises too. It was nothing new for me at this point.
Searching I find a Glowby nightlight and turn it on, a digital face greets me. At least I had a light now, better than nothing. I hear more Outinimals through the dark, talking nonsense about 'the above' and 'the judge', whom I could gather might be the Prototype.
I can remember being assigned to 1006 back when I worked for the factory. He sure was... something. Many changing voices, a charismatic individual. A jester hat and aesthetic. But I wasn't sure how much time has passed since my firing. And the Hour. Back then he'd just sit there and let me work, occasionally mimicking my voice. It would get a few laughs out of me...
Maybe- just maybe he'd spare me since I was a nice scientist to him back then? But I wouldn't hold out hope however.
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An Outinimal tries attacking me and instead of getting my face eaten off, someone helps me.
"Hey get off!" The toy tells them. I managed to get up and thank them. "Thanks. Could've died there." I speak.
"It's no problem. I'm Giblet. And you must be Poppy's Angel. I heard about what you did above, who you've taken down. Down here they call you the Playtime Butcher."
I reply with an, "Uhmm." Shaking my head, I introduce myself. "I managed up down here. And, well, I'm trying to survive. Thanks for the rescue though."
I followed my new friend as he explains I'm not the only one to try and "kill" the Prototype. I bite my lip. Was killing the guy going to do very much? From my past, he was quite adaptive. I felt bad for the experiments they had put him through.
"Come on, I know a way to my hiding spot." I quickly follow Giblet, not knowing what else could be down here. His ears flick, picking up on something.
"QUICK HIDE!" Giblet tells me and I quickly hide when I hear those giant, familiar booming steps and hold my breath. I'm inside a crate, trying to obscure myself from being visible.
Huge metal claws step through the room and I have to cover my breathing to stay quiet. I'm behind a counter, mysterious stains left on it. I try getting out from behind and immediately regret it as I fall back. He was determined, I'd give him that.
The Prototype's frustrated steps as he leaves. He was looking for me, I decided. Giblet hurries over to me as soon as he's gone.
"He usually doesn't come down here- whatever you've done must've really set him off." He notes.
I push myself out of my hiding spot. "Greattt. Just what I needed." I huffed. He laughs nervously. I immediately feel bad for being sarcastic.
"Sorry. But still, you have to be careful, especially if he's out looking for you." I understood my new friend's concern and soften.
"I promise. Now let's get going. I still need a new grabpack." I huff, mainly still pissed that Huggy stole my old one. We're going through a vent and end up in a safe room of sorts. A generator gets turned on and I take in the view outside the window.
"You should get going. I'll be looking for someone who can help us." Giblet agrees.
I wish him luck and run to find a new grabpack. I run to find the boilers, the way he pointed in.
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I have to hold my stomach back at the sight of those things eating at Bron and grab my new grabpack. I really felt queasy now, especially if I hadn't been before.
I complete many puzzles with my new grabpack, including finding occasional hostile toys trying to bite at me, so I swat at them with a grabhand and a curse, making them run off with a hiss.
I stick my tongue out childishly and continue on my way to meet up with my new ally.
This place was sickening after all.
I can feel the vomit hit and bend over, trying to will the bile away. I cover my mouth and breathe to get rid of the stomach-ache.
Shakily I stand straight up and push through my gut pain. Whatever was in that poppy gas wasn't good for me.
Go figures.
Standing in the decontamination room, I let the water shower over me, soaking my practically torn apart and dirtied outfit.
After this, I needed a long nap and rest.
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I break a few more cameras, most likely him keeping an eye on everything.
I run off and go through another vent. Dropping through the ceiling, I run into Chum and Giblet.
"Got lost?"
"Guess what I found?" I hand him a paper I found, it had some important information on it.
"Great! You found something- Chum what is this?" Getting a grumble in return. "Negation formula. Sounds spicy. And it looks like The Prototype doesn't want us finding it. Maybe we can risk Sweet Street..."
I go quiet as Giblet starts talking but giant walking interrupts us.
"Oh no... HIDE!" I panic, trying to find somewhere to hide in time. Giblet runs off somewhere else.
Chum grabs me in a panic. "Hey-!" I protest as he prepares and hides me inside his mouth.
I wince and groan in disgust. Knowing I'd need another shower later after this. I go quiet when the door opens and metal claws step inside.
Him.
"I thought I'd find you... hiding in here. My hunters shall pursue 1170. But you... I need you to repair the security system. Make sure there are eyes everywhere. Then, find me Poppy. Before she does something she'll regret. You should know the price for failure."
I shiver some at hearing his voice so closely now. A metal leg could be seen through my limited vision, I can already picture the jester top half that I was used to. I missed ringing his bells for fun, his head hanging low to let me have access to his hat. A soft hum in my throat as his giant clawed hand had held me by my waist.
I tell myself not to get distracted.
He leaves the room. Chum spits me out and I groaned. He shyly apologizes in a grumble voice with some sign language, patting my head. I soften as he walks away. Leaving me alone again.
I stand up and sigh, knowing another shower was due. I look back at where The Prototype had went and force myself not to go that way.
We'll have a reunion sooner than later...
