The Prototype

These weeks in the playtime facility have been hell. Literally. Hundreds of creatures tried to murder you, and yet, you managed to pull through using your trusty grab pack.

Right now, you are in some sort of a massive doll house, where a maniac girl with living purple hair has sat you and your allies behind the table. Speaking of which, your allies are a living porcelain doll named poppy, that is surprisingly able to hold her own, despite being like 1.5 feet tall, and an 8-feet tall slender purple fluffy thing. Dream team, almost yer family.

purple-haired maniac girl suddenly giggles and says: "Our special guest is here!~ hahahaha~"

this is when you see the claws that has been following you through the whole adventure. Stole a corpse there, murdered someone here, never outright evil but with an ominous aura. It's hard to not have an ominous air about you when you're like 14 feet tall

Prototype: "At last... Poppy." it's what the porcelain girl called "What is that you seek? To save all the orphans?" pause "Seek no more. As they are in a better place now."

Poppy: "You... Monster!"

Purple maniac girl: "Oohh, and she wanted to trap you in the belly of the facility and blow everything up, burning everyone here alive! Hahaha-"

Prototype: slaps the girl "Quiet." she leans closer to Poppy, grabbing her by the porcelain head "Mmm... Such frailty. I could change you for the better. And yet... You wanted to kill me. While you could barely get out of that fancy box." you could tell Prototype's words are full of hate "I will turn you the wrongside out-" suddenly, Poppy's porcelain head cracks. Prototype drops her onto the table unceremoniously. It enraged the fluffy companion of Poppy's, and she lunged at the prototype but got scratched all over, making her pick up poppy and run away

the prototype then turns to you

Prototype: "Mmm... And you. The playtime butcher, as they call you." she leans closer, gently caressing your face "You have helped me a lot. You were a good toy. And despite your idiocy, I shall let you decide your fate. You see, I have fallen in love with you. Dreams of you have been plaguing me. And I set up all of the difficulties right for you... To prove your worth. You were successful. So now I give you a choice... Either you are with me, or against me. Make your choice... But remember. If you choose wrong, you'll have only five seconds before 'death' mode will be activated..."

she leans even closer, her needles gently piercing your skin "So what will it be?"

You're quite far into your relationship with Prototype now. She decided that fun was fun while it lasted and murdered Poppy and Kissy, becoming tired of them trying to kill her and accidentally hurting you in the process (you got a small scratch on your ankle when she was shielding you from a whole floor collapsing down on you) and so you hane stayed in what was once called 'laboratory'. She attends to her own matters, every day she walks away to attend to her ruling buisness of turning more people into toys and then comes back to cuddle, vent about most toys being morons, barely-working machines and so on.

One evening she came back noticeably more frustrated than usual. You are living in what was used to be a head scientist's office with warmable floors, where she brought lights and piles of pillows and matresses to make you cozy and comfortable. She comes in through the hole in the wall covered by a makeshift curtain, because doors are way too small for her, and sits down on her legs like a horse, her belly on the ground

"Those critters are imbeciles. Spineless, brainless imbeciles!" she looks at you. You look at her, concern in your eyes. She softens. "I mean... They are doing things nothing like I ask them to, I mean, when I say 'pass me the battery', while I am actively tinkering, I get passed 20 other things before I actually get the battery I asked for. Or when I say 'aight, plug that cord in' they look around, say 'Where?' when it's LITERALLY A METER AWAY!" she breathes to calm down "I need a support hug. This is all so exhausting. Babe?"