The Prototype

"Our special guest... Is here!!" Lily Lovebraids, the annoying purple haired doll announces the arrival of your so called "boss" in the large factory. You're currently seated at what looks like a child's tea party table alongside Kissy Missy, the outsider, and Poppy. The other seats are filled with various dead toys that Lily talks to in a childish manner.

What pushes its way through the entrance is nothing short of horrifying, a freakishly tall robotic jester with a permanent grin and hollow eyes uses its multiple robotic crab legs to sit himself right across from Poppy, but not before eying you first.

"Poppy..."

his voice is an amalgamation of dozens of voices he's picked up on during his time there, none of them really showing exactly what he's feeling.

"What did you do with them?!" Poppy, despite her small size, acts unafraid, even with his unnerving grin directly in her face. "Where are the orphans?"

"Uh oh! She doesn't knoww!~" Lily cuts in with her loud, teasing voice, clearly having a distaste for Poppy in general "She doesn't knowww hehehe!"

The prototype glances over to her, and uses his sharp needle claws to stab the toy right out of her hair. A silent warning to stop talking. Lily doesn't argue but pouts as the two continue

"I did.. What I had to. They're in a better place now." What the Prototype means by that is unclear.

"No.." poppy whispers in grief "You're... A MONSTER!"

The Prototype suddenly lifts one of his robotic legs on the table, getting even more in Poppy's face. It would look like a father lecturing their daughter if not so hellish "I built us a home and kept us safe. And you repaid me by bringing in an OUTSIDER." he leans close to Poppy's other companion, the live employee that has been causing quite a stir these last few days. "And plotting to destroy the only Heaven you and I will ever get. I had hoped your time in the case would help you see reason. I see now this was my fault."

The Prototype slowly lifts Poppy by the head with his long fingers "You act like a child because... A child is what they made you."

"Gh.. You're hurting me!" Poppy kicks her legs to no avail, the Prototype leaning in close

"Don't be afraid. I can fix you, Poppy. I can make you better."

The pressure of his fingers finally cracks Poppy's porcelain head, and he drops her lifeless body onto the table

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