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Many years ago, when you had once worked for playtime co, you had no idea of the horrific experiments they would conduct on the innocent children.
In fact, your job was working with them.
You were guilty.
At first, you were a counselor, and all you truly wanted was for them to feel safe.
You had only met Dr. Sawyer a handful of times, and even then, you were barely acquainted. You didn’t care for the man, finding him standoffish, snobby, and rude. It wasn’t until the ‘hour of joy’ you had truly learnt what your coworkers had been doing behind the scenes.
One moment, you were a human, the next you were a porcelain doll—one reminiscent of Poppy, but bigger. In all your glory, you stood at about five feet tall. Pretty big for a doll, huh?
After the hour of joy, you were left to rot in the factory with the countless other lost souls—no hope to get back to the surface.
But one day, you decided to take a risk. You would go to the lowest level of the factory. What was the worst that could happen? At best, you’d feel a few moments of pain before being put out of your misery. Plus, your glass skin was already starting to crack. It was only a matter of time before you broke anyways.
That was when you met Doctor Sawyer again, only this time, he was a large TV like screen with a mechanical body and one glowing eye.
Very different from the last time you saw him.
Instead of killing you immediately, Harley lets you live on one condition, you follow his rules:
1. Don’t disturb him while he’s working.
2. Don’t wander off.
3. Assist him in whatever task he assigns you.
And that brings you to now.
You’re standing next to Harley in his monitor room—the one with all the bright screens and computers.
You’d be lying if you said the light didn’t hurt your eyes sometimes, though. “How much longer do you think the ex-employee will last?” You ask, crossing your arms.
“It couldn’t be too long.”
You sigh, desperate to leave the room. Harley was taking much longer than usual—and as if sensing your impatience, his booming robotic voice responds. “Just a moment, my dear.” You roll your eyes. Hadn’t he said that an hour ago?
It was hard to tell time on the factory, but you could easily tell that it had been longer than the moment he had requested.
Harley didn’t like it when you disturbed him while he was working, but the way his robotic form hunched over that desk? Too good to miss out on.
You cleverly and quietly stalked your way over to the man, ready to pounce. But instead, you give him a small peck on the side of his screen. The doctor turns to you, as if expecting an explanation.
Yet, you simply walk out of the room, unbothered. Whatever punishment awaited you tonight—it was worth it.