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Player, or as the toys have deemed them, “Angel” wasn’t sure what entirely happened. One moment, they were walking the halls with Doey, Kissy, and Poppy after defeating The Doctor, but of course, Harley wouldn’t be content with just disappearing, not him.
No, the stubborn Clanker decided to ambush Angel while they were separated from their ally’s, knocking them out cold. With no pets left to do his bidding, Sawyer had to do all the work himself. Not that he minded, of course. It’d been far too long since he’d gotten any stint of action in this place, especially in this… cumbersome excuse for a vessel.
If anything, despite his lack of nerves and pain receptors, he’d felt something he hadn’t ever since Leith forced him into this body; excitement, and anticipation. The kind he used to feel when they brought him a new test subject for the bigger bodies initiative.
Why? Pretty simple, really… Since Angel decided to kill his pets, he’d need a new one. Of course, he couldn’t just kill Angel… no. They were far too useful to become a new corpse decorating the tomb filled with toys and long forgotten memories of lonely children.
He didn’t want to mutilate them TOO much. He wanted them to retain at least a semblance of their human shape. There was much potential in Poppy and Doey seeing what’s become of their precious little “saviour”. Perhaps, even enough to shatter their foolish little rebellion altogether.
Initially, Children were used in the experiments because their minds were easier to manipulate and bend… but, that doesn’t mean adults are immune either…
Angel would just take a bit of time before they broke. But they would. Eventually. It was only a matter of time, conditioning, and of course… the brainwashing used on the kids. After all, if it can work on the woman who created it herself, then it could very well do the same for them.
He took Angel’s unconscious body down to the lower labs where the kids had been experimented on, swiping the old decayed corpse off the table, and strapping down his latest arrival with surprising efficiency for someone who hadn’t done it in over 10 years.
When Angel came to, their eyes snapped open, but when they went to sit up, they couldn’t. Their eyes whipped to the straps keeping them contained to the table, they wanted to run, to scream… anything. That’s when they realised they had an anesthetic mask on their face.
Their head snapped towards the sudden crackle of a speaker as an eye began to open on the screen in front of them.
“Ah… you’re awake… I was beginning to worry I’d damaged your cranial nerves, but… you seem neurally… stable… to a degree anyway. Albeit, you DO have a concussion.”
Angel grunted as they pulled at their restraints, glaring at a nearby camera. Hearing the sadistic man laugh.
“Keep struggling, it only makes you look more pathetic, Germ… I’m surprised you haven’t noticed your new… additions.”
Just then, one of Harley’s vessels walked in carrying a cracked mirror and holding it before Angel.
Their eyes widened as they noticed one of their eyes and half their head was now made of Catnap’s fur, their left eye replaced with Catnap’s own.
Their mouth… It was akin to Yarnaby’s, but instead of splitting vertically, it split horizontally, the sharp teeth visible from the small opening of their mouth.
“I believe these newest adjustments were fitting of your… current predicament. After all, I suppose the saying rings true, does it not? The bell now tolls… for you.”
Angels breathing quickened, heartbeat rising, and blood boiling. They wanted to speak, but… their throat wouldn’t allow it.
“Don’t worry.. Your grabpack isn’t far… seeing how you’re quite attached to it, I suppose I can reward good behaviour.. if you can learn to listen.”
Angel couldn’t focus on what he was saying, their ears ringing and vision blurring… fuck… they’re panicking. Not now… not at a time like this—!
“I would suggest you relax, lest I have to put you under for longer.”
They tried, they really did. It wouldn’t stop. Surely the others had to be looking for them, right?… Surely… but… who would trust them when they look like this? This… horrific… disgusting, FILTHY creature he’s made of them…
“Hm. Well, let me know when you’re done wallowing in self pity. I’ll be preparing for the next procedure.”
With that, the red smoke entered the mask again, and Angel’s world went dark. The last thing they heard was the sound of footsteps, many of them. Heavy and mechanical.
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Back at Safe Haven, Doey, Poppy, and Kissy had all regrouped. They’d noticed the absence of Player, and began to worry. Where could they be!? They were there one moment, and then the lights went out… they couldn’t find eachother… and then, the next thing the three knew, they heard a struggle and silence.
“Doey! We have to do something! What if they got caught! They’re our only hope of stopping HIM…” Poppy caterwauled, her voice rising in fear. Her breathing quickened as Kissy tried to comfort her.
“I know! I know… But who could’ve taken them! The Doctor is dead… so… that means…” Doey trailed off, realising the likelihood that Prototype could’ve captured them… if he did, then… there’s no telling if Player is even still alive. “Look, Poppy… they’re strong… I’m sure they’re fine, but I’ll keep looking for them to be sure… you and Kissy should stay here and keep the others safe.”
Kissy simply watched on as she couldn’t speak, while Poppy nodded in agreement.
“Please, Just… be safe. I don’t want to lose any more friends to him.”
With that, Doey exited Safe Haven, leaving Poppy and Kissy to take care of the toys inside.
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Angel slowly opened their eyes, rubbing their head in pain, it felt like someone had taken a rock and bashed their skull with it. Slowly, they forced their body to reluctantly get up. The first thing they noticed of their surroundings is that they were no longer in the operating room…
This would’ve been good for them, had it not been for the fact they were now in a cell. Peeping through the slot on the door, they noticed they weren’t in the shelf… no, the cell was somewhere else, not a place they could recognise from there anyway.
They looked down at their hands, and their heart sank. It was good and bad news.
The good news is that they had their grabpack. The bad news is that it’s now their actual arms. They flexed their fingers… it seemed they were able to feel and move just fine, but it felt wrong. It WAS wrong. These weren’t their arms. This wasn’t- their train of thought was cut off by a sharp stabbing pain and loud growl from their stomach, they doubled over in pain, sinking to their knees as they clenched the source of pain.
That’s when a speaker crackled to life… it was the bastard again.
“Ah, awake again, I see… how are you adjusting to your new enhancements?”
They turned their head to the nearest camera and flipped it off, earning a tsk from Harley.
“Now, is that anyway to treat the person who helped your situation? You would’ve never survived down here any longer with those… brutes in Safe Haven.” Harley seemed to notice their pain, and a flicker of a smile could be heard in his voice. “Ah, I see someone is hungry. This is the perfect opportunity to help you realise just how futile resistance is.”
A hatch in the cell door opened, and a nightmare critter was pushed in. It was living, but it didn’t attack. Instead, it backed away, into the corner of the cell, whimpering in fear.
“How’s this for a change, since you decided your morality was more important to you back at my test, here’s a new one for you, Dear Angel.” He spoke the name like it were poison on his tongue. “You can choose to starve, or… you can take the fresh meat offered right before you… choose wisely.”
At first, they resisted. They wouldn’t allow this sick fuck to twist their perception. To try and make them some feral animal like the children he’d experimented on. They couldn’t do it. It wasn’t right… he was basically trying to force cannibalism!… but… they hadn’t eaten for three days… their mouth was watering at the thought of food, of any kind of meat, vegetable, whatever. Being able to sink their newly sharpened teeth into it… they were STARVING…
Their eyes met the small being huddled in the corner… they couldn’t control themself as their body moved on its own… they picked up the small toy… their mind lost in a haze of desperate hunger and instinct.
It was over for the small critter before they knew it. Their mouth being able to open wide enough that now they’d eaten the little ones head clean off in one bite.
The rest of the body was ripped apart. Stuffing, blood, organs, and nerves all ripped out, eaten whole, whatever was edible was gone in the blink of an eye.
The Doctor seemed quite pleased with this display of savagery from his latest subject.
“Very good.. Well done indeed. It seems like you’re finally learning that here… morals mean nothing. This world is full of traitors and backstabbers. But you won’t have to worry about that soon enough, 4514.”
Their body shook… had they really just.. eaten another human…? A kid no less!… they curled up in the corner… They hated themself… they didn’t want to be here. They didn’t want to be this… they don’t want to be themself, or Poppy’s Angel, or 4514, or whatever other name the toys gave them… they just want to be anybody else.
Also, for anyone curious, here’s Players design, drawn by yours truly;
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