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Back in the 1930's Elliot Ludwig, a man who created playtime co, a big project making toys for children of all ages so that they could smile, created it's first toy. That’s when it started selling to millions and created more and more toys. Money stacked up, as products sold all over the world allowing playtime co. so open up more and more industries all over the world. Elliot Ludwig built everything up, and then he created an undercover new experiment, at least what I read from my dads files. Elliot Ludwig at this time is said to be diseased and also divorced once the company hit rock bottom along with one of their children dying. But now the company is under private property since it closed due to the many missing people reports. I don’t exactly know what happened for the place to really shut down since dad didn’t mention any lawsuits. But dad did give me a plush, it was furry and looked like half cat half bee. I suppose I am lucky my dad quit when he did before everything got really bad, I probably wouldn’t have been born and nor would my little brother.
I am currently 16 at the moment and my dad is nearing 45 and yet he still views many things in an adventurous aspect, I did see on his calendar that on a certain calendar date he had circled in big red marker, “ back to playtime co.” To which I kinda excitedly packed a bag for a few weeks before the date. I wasn’t alive when playtime co. created its toys since many toys on the shelves were rumored to get sent back and recalled from the shelves, and I never really got a buddy for my plush. So maybe I have an opportunity to go with my dad…
Timeskip
It was time, I could hear my dad shuffle around downstairs. I stretch and grab my bag to which I had boots, and winter gloves, a flashlight, my stuffed animal, a blanket, pillow and a medkit..for purposes. You never know if you’ll get a cut!
I put on my coat and shoes, I swiftly snuck out my room and crawled through the hallways and slowly crept down the stairs, sitting on each stairs at a time scooting down. I bit my lip and snuck into the kitchen grabbing a bag putting in snacks for the road and also a water bottle. I pass through the living room crawling slowly, looking at blurred pictures of family and my dad’s wife. She’s diseased..died when i was two when having my baby brother..my birth mother cheated my dad after I was born with a doctor. So a bad experience.. My little brother was born 2 years after me which..i think it’s a bit awkward since we look directly like our mothers.. I hope he doesn’t find us as burdens.
I continued my way through the house and I could hear my dad rummage through the bathroom as I made it out the front door.. I hope Carmin will stay asleep since we’ll be back in the morning. I sit in back seat and hide under a few things. I can hear my dad’s boots as he opened the car door and sat in the front seat. I can hear him curse a bit..is that a uniform from playtime co? Cool!!
I slowly sat up as dad began to drive, and soon he was almost there seeing the company building up ahead. I smile as he wasn’t looking the rear view mirror. He took a glance back and we made eye contact. “So where are we headed!” His eyes widened as he swerved and had to hit the breaks from nearly going off the road and crashing into a tree.
“Y/n?!”
He let out a few gasps to calm his heart “Jesus christ what is wrong with you!” He yelled and looked back at me glaring.
“And why aren’t you at home, I thought Trish was there watching you both!” “Trish fell asleep” “she’s your babysitter, she’s not supposed to fall asleep on the job till after she’s done.” “I snuck out” He then started the car again about to turn around “wait please don’t turn around” “no! We are going back home!” “please! We are nearly there” "y/n l/n I am taking you back home.” “dad!” I groaned as he sighed “you’re so damn stubborn.” “I am a teenager, cmon! I wanna see where my catbee is made from” I stepped out of the car bag in hand and ran towards the company. He cursed and ran after me. I giggled, he looked like a neon highlighter.
I smile and stopped in front of the door. He was nearly out of breath as he stopped on my right.
“Fine..damn child.. But stick close” He grabbed the keys out his pocket hearing the small jingle as he opened the glass doors.