#poppy x jack

[soultiies]

@ruinedsoulsrp based on.

Three months was how long it took for Poppy to come back. She had no clue what the reaction would be and what she expected was anger because how could he not be? But right now it was pouring down rain, not a single inch of her was dry and she needed to get out of this weather so no matter how nervous she was to see Jack, she had to get over this fear. She knocked on the door as loudly as she could and when the door opened, her words got stuck in her throat. "I didn't know where else I could go."

[car-o-line]

HII wondering if you could do Matthew hallard as readers best friend when they were both in the orphanage?1?1?1 you could add anything else 😼 im not forcing ANYWAY HAVE A GOOD DAYAYAY

I literally SCREAMED I’m so excited to do a ppt request because chapter 4 was amazing, and because of my ppt brainrot I’ll do Kevin/Jack as well! AND I HOPE UR DAY IS JUST AS AMAZING AS THIS REQUEST🧡❤️💛

Being friends with Matthew/Kevin/Jack(before/after Doey)

Part 2 <3

Matthew Hallard:

Probably the nicest teenager anyone’s ever met tbh.

Whether you’re younger than him or around the same age as him he’ll treat you like his little sibling. There’s no stopping it.

Always puts your needs above his and he won’t compromise that at all.

Oh you’re thirsty? He suddenly has an apple juice box in his hand! Hungry? Well now he suddenly has a bag of chips in his backpack!

(They were supposed to be for him but shh)

Makes sure all your homework’s done, if not then he’ll scold you for it.

But then he’ll feel bad and help you do it.

If you were around his age you'd probably know about his parent’s accidents he couldn’t prevent.

If you were younger he’d save that topic for when you were older, if only he had time left.

He’d be worried sick when you were taken away because you were “sick”.

Once you came back you seemed hazy, it made him nervous so he held your hand just to let you know that he was there, until you were officially “adopted.”

Later he really found out through his own “sickness” what “adoption” meant.

He hates what the scientists did to you, did to him. It gives him a reason to keep going as Doey.

Kevin Barnes:

How??

Like actually how.

Kevin doesn’t know why he considers you his friend ngl.

The scientists were definitely interested in how you and Kevin got along without you running away from him.

They couldn’t care less about the friendship part but they want to know how it started.

It was easy actually, he randomly tackled you to the ground even though you’ve both never talked before.

You didn’t cry, or scream, instead you reacted like it was a game. Which it was, kind of.

Kevin won in the end because of his physical ability but you thought it was really fun!

So now every time he gets bored he tries to find you and tackle you again.

Other than that he cares for you in his own way.

Like when the scientist took you away because of your sickness?

He wouldn’t let go of your arm no matter how hard the scientists tried to pull.

And the more they did that the more times he’d yell at them that you were fine and didn’t need them.

But they got you when he was sleeping, and when he woke up a new toy appeared in the Playtime Facility.

He never saw you again, even after he was “adopted.”

Jack Ayers:

While he wasn’t an orphan he did go on a visit to the Playtime Factory.

He met you through there, he was really excited to make a new friend.

He asked you so many questions about the orphanage and the facility.

In exchange you got to ask him about his home life and how the outside was.

“You haven’t been outside?”

“This area is considered the outside silly!”

“Really..?”

He felt bad for you and suggested that his parents adopted you!

(they said no)

Instead you just took him to see “Home Sweet Home” and showed him your room.

Then Jacks trip to facility was over and he had to leave, but before that his family was watch the process of making Doey.

Jack leaned over the railings to have a closer look but fell into one of vat machines that were making dough.

But the last glimpse of his consciousness he saw a what looked to be a kid with h/c walking with a scientist to one of the offices.

[kalwithatrenchcoat]

This HC duo has been etched in my mind permanently.

[mellowwdann]

Matthew Hallard who can’t cook for crap x reader who can cook😁

-🪼anon😁

Hii 🪼😁!! Welcome!

MATTHEW HALLARD X A READER WHO CAN COOK.

(There’s no gif with Matthew in :( )

★You always liked and were great at cooking! UR 15 BTW. ★You would always go to a cooking club or anything related to it. ★Matthew, on the other hand, SUCKED. ★No overreacting or exaggerated. ★But anyways😁😁😁 ★He saw you making cookies bc it’s preppy/j ★He eat ★he like ★you happy🤑🤑🤑 ★SORRY ★But actually ★He started to like take lessons from you, since he’s like the leader or whatever. ★If you were a bigger bodies, he would try and find you and shiiiii ★Lil’ bro would yap WAYYY to much with Jack and Kevin ★Kevin dgaf

Tagging @car-o-line because I kinda want her to see this 😁😁😁😁😁

[megarax-ponyo]

¡¡WHAT A GOOD SONG!!

It took me a long time to finish this because of my limited knowledge in editing videos in a more professional way, But I really loved the result and it was completely worth doing

I also wanted to show a little more of the context of my Au 🐱❤🐶

[its-ya-girl-phoeni]

@azure-aeon-dragonica + @squirrels-soul-returnal

A height comparison between Doey and Bonnie I made for funsies

[gazumirei]

Doodles I made on two different untitled paint websites (I only doodled these to mimic the pens on ibispaint💀)

[cinnamoonfairy]

moon is goddess, wife of sun

pairing: victorian gothic helaena x aegon.

summary: after years the targaryen family case has always been remembered as one of the biggest tragedies in history but no one ever knew what was behind those thick walls. the secrets and horrors that it kept locked. until a young and ambitious detective is determined to find out the truth.

warnings: very very very dark content. inspired by the jack the ripper events (and my personal theory that it wasn't just one person) brother and sister incest. hunter/prey kind of relationship. emotional and physical violence. abusive parents. not properly treated mental illness. alcoholism. smut. p in v. dubcon/noncon. gore. graphic descriptions of murder. cannibalism. dark magic practices. religious trauma. fluff if you squint. english is not my first language.

𝜗𝜚 poppy talks₊ ˚ ･ 've had this cooking for an eternity but i'm a coward to post it cause i think everything i write sucks. lmk if you want to be tagged ofc.

There had been many investigations throughout the years, too many people obsessing over the case and creating theories to try to give closure to what it still was one of the biggest mysteries in history till this day. The strange and isolating way of living, the secrets, the mysterious disappearances and finally the murder of what was left of one of the most famous families in London. A house haunted by ghosts both real and from the past, a messed up family tree, envy, treachery, the universe or god.

But at the end none of it mattered and the only ones who could tell the whole story were long gone. Until the cursed box was found.

A diary. A locket. A key.

The sun was setting when a young and freshly graduated detective walked past the big half rooted wooden doors of the ruins of what once was the majestic Targaryen Manor. Some may say he had chosen an ambitious topic for his first project. As an official detective for the London Police Department, he must open a cold case and try to solve it with the little to no evidence there was still left. The young man had picked no other than the mystery of the brutal murder of the two last living members of the Targaryen family.

But this innocent investigation may lead to darker revelations and open up old wounds to human nature that were meant to stay stitched and covered.

[cupcake-the-wolf01]

Secret

[sleepy-sheepy-is-very-eepy]

Martin Redd: Design Concept

Does this read “tired 50-year-old man who is done with everyone”?

He found the fireman axe when exploring the factory.

Not pictured: He would probably carry around a flask of alcohol (whiskey or gin).

Also I might post sh*tpost ship art/headcanon of Martin Redd x Harley Sawyer, cause who doesn’t love toxic old man yaoi between 2 characters that would not hesitate to kill the other.

[newswoop]

I need to get this off my chest, I'm too obsessed. I've been so busy that I haven't really been able to write, but Poppy Playtime Chapter 4 got me feeling things... I'm hoping I will get more time to write this or finish it one day. I'm not entirely happy with it, but it's a WIP. 🥺

Scp x Poppy Playtime: What would happen if Dr. Clef and Dr. Bright were assigned to the newest anomalous site, Playtime Co?

“Why do you think they sent us?” Jack asked, noisily crunching on a handful of potato chips. “Other than the whole spiel about you being a reality sink and, well… my condition.”

“Oh, they totally just want us dead,” Clef replied, casually polishing his shotgun. “Though, usually, they’re a little less subtle about it.”

Jack frowned, lowering the bag. “Yeah, that’s what’s bothering me. If they wanted to off us, there are easier ways. I heard they sent in at least three MTF teams already… none of them came back.”

Clef paused mid-polish, his head tilting slightly. For the first time, he seemed to be taking the assignment seriously.

“Three teams?” he muttered. “What do we know, then?”

Jack sighed, setting the chips aside and pulling out the dossier. Flipping it open, he skimmed the text before reading aloud. “Recovered comms suggest the environment is non-Euclidean—it folds in on itself and generally doesn’t adhere to the laws of reality. Confirmed cognitive hazards and identity warping. But get this… reality anchors don’t work there.”

Clef immediately snatched the file from his hands, flipping through the pages with growing urgency. His expression darkened with every line he read.

“WHAT THE FUCK?!” he suddenly roared.

Jack winced, clapping his hands over his ears. “Jesus, warn a guy next time!”

He stared at Clef, surprised by the uncharacteristic outburst. It wasn’t like him to lose his cool—not like this.

Something was seriously wrong.

"Now you’ve got me worried," Jack tried to joke, but it fell flat.

Clef threw down the dossier in disgust. "I knew this was a suicide mission, but this is fucking ridiculous. Confirmed reality manipulation in an enclosed environment, confirmed memetic agents—and reality anchors don’t even work?"

Bright shrugged and reached for his bag of chips. "Yeah, we’re cooked. GG, chat."

Clef shot him a withering glare, but he knew better than to argue. Jack Bright didn’t fear death—he embraced it. The only thing that ever shook that confidence was the risk to his close friends and family. And while Clef fell under close friend, he was far from frail, much less in any danger.

Jack seemed to realize his friend was actually distressed, letting out a soft sigh. "Seriously, Alto. If you’re not comfortable coming in, you can call it off. As a senior staff member, you can tell the council to go fuck themselves."

Clef scoffed, shaking his head. "Call it off? And what, abandon you to a reality-warping hellhole? As much as your ugly mug pisses me off, I don’t want you dead. Definitely don’t want you permanently stuck in some non-Euclidean pocket dimension."

Jack was momentarily touched, though he quickly masked it with his usual sarcastic remarks. "Ah, good. So I’ve guilt-tripped you into helping me. God knows the council would've thrown me in there regardless!"

Neither of them could argue with that.

“Jackass,” Clef said.

He would’ve said more, but the truck came to an abrupt stop, throwing both men against the metal benches with a painful thud.

“Fuck! Give some warning next time!” Jack screeched to the front of the carrier.

The MTF either didn’t hear or give a damn since they spoke with a tired undertone, “Out. We’ve arrived.”

“Don’t you just love Lambda 5?” The immortal asked sarcastically.

“Personally, I like Zata-9 more,” Clef said, purposely raising his voice to irritate their MTF handler.

The Lambda-5 operative didn’t react. Instead, they simply slumped, their whole body radiating pure exhaustion. With a groan, they let their head bang against the steering wheel, saying nothing but letting their actions speak for them. As the two doctors gathered their things, they shared a laugh at the poor MTF’s misery.

The moment they jumped out of the carrier, the armored truck was already speeding away, kicking up a thick cloud of dust. Both men broke into coughing fits, waving at the debris as if it would make a difference.

As the dust settled, they took a moment to take in the newly quarantined SCP site. It was massive, sprawling across several acres, its faded yellows, reds, and blues giving it a deceptively harmless appearance. Towering buildings and rusted smokestacks loomed overhead, stretching hundreds of feet into the air.

“Am I the only one getting Site-13 vibes?” Clef asked, shouldering his shotgun.

“This reminds me more of the infinite IKEA, honestly,” Jack admitted.

They exchanged another glance before stepping up to the factory’s front doors. Jack gave the handle a test jiggle—and to their surprise, it swung open without resistance. Both men froze. Then, without a word, they drew their weapons, leveling them at the crack.

“Put that down,” Clef hissed, half-heartedly swatting at Jack’s arm. “Who the fuck even gave you a gun after last time?”

“I’ll have you know I’m an excellent shot,” Jack huffed, holding the glock defensively.

Clef just stared at him. “Are you hearing yourself right now? Do you not remember the Wii incident?”

Jack sniffed and waved a hand dismissively. “That was over ten years ago, Alto! And besides, that was a new body—I didn’t have good hand-eye coordination yet.”

Clef scoffed. “Motherfucker, you couldn’t hit the broad side of a barn!”

Clef was tempted to keep arguing with his delusional co-worker, but they had a job to do. With a begrudging sigh, he let it go.

“Whatever. Let’s just get this over with,” he muttered.

Without any countdown or fanfare, Clef kicked in the door, the loud bang echoing through the empty space. He slipped in first, shotgun raised, with Jack close behind. They quickly swept the room, checking for movement. Nothing.

After a moment of silence, both men holstered their weapons.

“What’s the backstory on this place?” Jack asked, eyeing the faded murals along the walls—cheerful cartoon mascots grinning down at them like they knew something.

“Didn’t you read the dossier?” Clef asked, already knowing the answer.

“Only the important bits.” Jack shrugged.

Clef sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. “You’re hopeless. As far as MTF reported, this is an abandoned toy factory. Though, for a place that just made toys, it’s pretty damn massive.”

Jack hummed in agreement but didn’t respond. Instead, he wandered over to the front desk, sifting through the stacks of old paperwork until something caught his eye.

“Hey, look what I found.” He held up a bright green VHS tape with a grin. “An antique—just like me!”

“What the fuck?” Clef snatched it from his hands. “Who still has VHS tapes and VHS player? It’s 2025.”

Jack shrugged. “They did say this place appeared suddenly—maybe it’s from a universe with a different timeline. Besides, it looks like it’s been abandoned for a while.”

Clef flipped the tape over, reading the simple label: “Leith Pierre – Closing.” The name didn’t ring any bells. He scanned the room until his eyes landed on a matching bright green VHS player, shoved into the corner like an afterthought. Above it, a massive CRT TV loomed over them, its thick screen coated in a fine layer of dust.

“Wow, that thing is huge,” Jack whistled. “I’m more surprised it’s still mounted up there. That has to weigh, what, a hundred pounds?”

Clef sighed. “You have no understanding of scale, do you?”

“Dude, CRTs were heavy as shit,” Jack shot back. “I would know—I had to help install some when the Foundation first started switching over. Then, after blowing my back out like twenty times, they finally had D-Class do it. I do not miss those days.”

He gestured at the wall-mounted behemoth above them. “That’s gotta be, what, a 32-inch? Depending on the brand, that thing easily weighs over a hundred pounds.” Jack paused, then waved a hand dismissively. “But—ya know what? You don’t care. Just put the damn tape in.”

Clef rolled his eyes but complied, wiping a layer of dust off the VHS player before sliding the tape in. With a low screech of static, the CRT TV flickered to life. The screen briefly filled with black and white fuzz before sharpening into a dark background, a yellow object sitting motionless in the center.

“What is that—” Jack started, only to be cut off.

A voice crackled through the speakers.

“Hi, my name is Leith Pierre, and I’m the Head of Innovation here at Playtime Co. Toy Factory,” the TV announced in a smooth but eerily rehearsed tone. “If you’re seeing this, then you’re trespassing.”

Jack and Clef exchanged a glance.

“Yeah, we play this little tape on loop whenever we close the factory for the day. So, trespasser, just to make you aware: While we pride ourselves primarily on our high-quality toys and excellent childcare… we also pride ourselves on our security.”

A chill crept into the room. Both men instinctively stiffened, their casual demeanor evaporating. Clef already had his shotgun back in his hands, while Jack’s fingers hovered uneasily over his holster.

“For example, this facility is full of hidden motion triggers which, once set off, will activate the factory’s emergency alarms and directly contact the authorities. And that’s one of the more tame aspects of our security system...”

The voice on the tape paused, as if letting the weight of those words settle.

“So, you’ve been warned. It’s not too late to turn around. I just hope you’re certain that whatever you’re doing is worth it.”

With a final click, the VCR spat out the tape, and the TV cut to static before going completely dark.

The room was silent.

Jack exhaled slowly. “Well… that wasn’t ominous at all.”

Clef didn’t bother responding. Instead, he quietly slipped into the next room, shotgun at the ready. He wouldn’t relax until the area was completely secured.

Jack watched him disappear, then sighed. His gaze drifted back to the blank CRT screen, feeling an odd pull—a compulsion to stare into the darkness.

For a split second…

He swore he saw a giant blue eye staring back.

Then, he blinked—and it was gone.

“Bright, wake the fuck up,” Clef snapped, startled the shit out of the immortal.

Jack jumped, nearly losing his footing. “Shit, dude, don’t scare me like that!” He shook his head, rubbing his temples. “I don’t like this. I’m getting flashbacks to the Forde Education incident.”

Clef gave him a blank stare. “The what?”

Jack opened his mouth, ready to tear Clef a new one, before pausing mid-thought.

“Oh. Wait. You weren’t there.” He frowned. “Shit, this needs context. Okay, look, do you know about SCP-2528?”

Clef raised an eyebrow, and dryly said, “Jack, not all of us have encyclopedic knowledge of every SCP designation number.”

“Listen here, you little shit,” Jack pointed at the other with a mock serious face.

Clef smacked the hand down and rolled his eyes, again, “Just fucking tell me, you're wasting daylight.”

Jack huffed but continued. “TLDR: SCP-2528 is split into three parts—2528-A, B, and C. The entire system acts as an organic computer. A is what we know as bamboo, but it acts as data storage, B are giant pandas and they act as processors, and C are the little beings from another universe that just hitch a ride with them.”

Clef stared at him for a moment.

“So, wait, there's aliens in our bamboo and giant pandas?”

“Honestly, I'm surprised you even understand that much,” Jack muttered.

Clef opened his mouth, no doubt about to say some stupid shit, but Jack cut him off before he could get a word in.

“Anyway. There’s another SCP—7528. Basically, it’s just 2528-C—the little alien people—but instead of bamboo and pandas, they jumped to TV and computer screens.”

Jack paused here for a moment, “The Forde Education incident was when they had a massive 7528 outbreak. 7528 has the unique ability to explode any person’s head that is in their line of sight. Almost everyone died, they had to send in Zeta-9 to destroy all the screens, so 7528 was neutralized.”

Clef blinked. “Oh. Well. I hope we don’t have to deal with anything like that.”

With that, he turned and headed toward the ‘Gift Shop’ without another word.

Jack hesitated, his eyes flicking back toward the CRT screen.

For a brief moment, he thought he saw the blue eye again—watching.

Then it was gone.

Not willing to stick around and find out, Jack shook off the unease and hurried after Clef. He decided to hold off on telling the other doctor, knowing how volatile Clef could be.

“What are we looking for?” Jack asked.

He absentmindedly poked at an empty box on one of the shelves, somewhat intrigued. For all his years on Earth—fighting demons, gods, and everything in between—Jack had never actually been inside a toy factory before. It was oddly novel.

“A code,” Clef replied, jerking his thumb back toward the lobby. “There’s a locked security door over there—four-digit color code.”

Jack took another glance around, his eyes assaulted by the factory’s bright, clashing colors. Blues, reds, yellows, and oranges were smeared across every wall, a chaotic assault on the senses. His gaze landed on something sitting atop the counter by the cash register.

A toy.

Or at least, what was left of one.

The head was completely separated from the rest of its body, chest concave from where it had been smashed in. Both its right arm and leg were ripped off, leaving a bloody mess across the counter. The black visor was cracked, staring off into nothing.

Jack groaned. “Ah, shit, don’t tell me this is gonna be like SCP-3325.”

Clef gave him a blank look. “The hell is that?”

Jack didn’t even hesitate. “Bunch of scientists were too busy asking if they could and not if they should—classic. They made these weird-ass mascot puppet things, kinda like Sesame Street, except nobody actually knows how they were made. The records just don’t exist. And then, one by one, the damn things started melting. We don’t know why. We don’t know what they’re made of. All we know is that they break down into some kind of organic sludge after a while. Last I checked, we’ve only got three of them left in containment.”

Clef snorted, shouldering his shotgun. “Great. So we’re either dealing with head-exploding aliens or self-destructing Muppets. Love that for us.”

Jack shot him finger guns. “The SCP Foundation: We really don’t get paid enough.”

“That’s an understatement,” Clef muttered.

Jack sighed, running a hand through his hair as his gaze swept the room. The place was a mess—shelves either empty or filled with dust-covered boxes, walls covered in garish splashes of color that felt more hostile than playful. If there was a clue somewhere, it wasn’t going to jump out and introduce itself.

Then something caught his eye.

A small train model, mounted near the ceiling, its plastic body suspended on a track that ran along the room’s perimeter. It was old, the colors faded, but still intact. More importantly, it had four train cars, each painted a different color.

Jack pointed up at it. “That whatcha lookin’ for?”

Clef followed his gaze, squinting at the train before breaking into a sharp grin. “Bingo.”

Green. Pink. Yellow. Red. Jack silently mouthed the colors to himself as they made their way across the lobby towards security. He let Clef handle the keypad, keeping his eyes on their surroundings. Just because nothing had jumped out yet didn’t mean something wasn’t watching.

Clef punched in the code, and the door unlocked with a soft click, sliding open far too smoothly for a place this old.

Inside, the security room was small and utilitarian—bare walls, a row of outdated monitors flickering weakly, and a handful of chairs. But Jack’s attention was immediately drawn to two things: yet another massive CRT television dominating the far wall and an enclosed glass case in the wall, housing something he didn’t recognize.

“What the fuck is with the massive-ass CRTs?” Jack muttered, eyeing the ancient screen like it had personally offended him.

“I really don’t get your obsession with them,” Clef responded, already distracted by the security monitors.

“They’re way too big!” Jack stressed, jabbing a finger at the monstrosity. The backend of the TV hung off the cart in a way that defied all known laws of physics. “It’s not natural, Clef! It’s wrong on a fundamental level.”

Clef gave him a flat look. “You literally work at the Foundation, and this is what breaks you?”

Jack opened and closed his mouth like a fish, scrambling for words to describe his unease. As much as he wanted to rant about the absurdity of the CRTs, he couldn’t bring himself to mention the unsettling hallucination—or whatever it was—he’d experienced earlier with the blue eye. Not when they still had no clue what they were walking into.

Could’ve been a memetic agent, though Jack was usually immune to those. Perks of keeping your consciousness separate from your body, he supposed.

Clef’s voice cut through his thoughts.

“Another tape.”

[cl4mbulanc3]

AHHHHHHH FINALLY THE AU DESIGNS ARE DONEEE!!!!

BLOOD WARNING!!! FAKE BLOOD!!! GORE MAYBE(?)



[car-o-line]

Hey I was wondering if you can a part 2 of Being friends with Matthew/Kevin/Jack if that’s fine I really want them to reunite with them during chapter 4 🙁❤️ (no pressure and take your time)

POPPY PLAYTIME BRAINROT IS REALLL And ofc, those 3 shaylas deserve so much better and that’s what y/n is for💁‍♀️

Part 1 of what the request was talking about

Matthew Hallard:

Okay so basically you were the perfect candidate for another toy!!

(it doesn’t matter which one)

When you had to leave the orphanage for a bit because of your “sickness” Matthew was deeply worried and upset.

He did his own check up on you and told the scientist that you were okay but they didn’t really listen to him.

But once you came back you had to get “adopted” the next day??

He was heartbroken but he reluctantly said his goodbye.

Once he really figured out what being “adopted” really meant he instantly thought about you.

It made him angry, furious that some sicko could experiment on a child.

When he was turned into Doey he was more focused on Kevin and Jack.

But then he came across cage with a file next to it.

It was YOUR file, and YOUR body in there.

He read it and his eyes instantly watered and he quickly opened the prison, whether by force or a key.

He would most likely be in control of Doey, so he would ask you a few questions to see if it’s really you.

Once confirmed he almost started to cry but put himself together and brought you to “Safe Haven.”

I’m not sure if he would tell you straight out that he’s Matthew but he would give small hints.

Like knowing your favorite snack, or something like that.

In the end he’s EXTREMELY happy you’re with him again even if you yourself don’t know it.

Kevin Barnes:

You were taken away after he was asleep, so he wouldn’t try to hold onto you.

When he woke up he looked around for you in “Home Sweet Home” but he couldn’t find you anywhere, he got pissed.

He would be mostly alone if you weren’t there with him and he adored the feeling of having a friend so when you were taken away because of some “sickness”, he wasn’t having it.

His violent behavior increased and they had to quickly do something to make him calm down, or force him to(o?)

So they made him the first experiment to be implemented within Doey The Doughman.

One of the scientists even taunted him by saying how maybe he’ll meet you as a toy.

You got turned into a toy as well, another bigger body for the initiative.

You were lost and confused for a while before,

“LET ME OUT LET ME OUT LET ME OUT I SEE MY FRIEND”

“Kevin-!”

How did he know? He didn’t, he just had a hunch which was right.

Of course he couldn’t get out but his excitement got the better of him.

When he finally got control he started to chase after you like he did when you were both human, which you thought he was trying to devour you.

Which wasn’t true but he chased you into a corner, when you thought it was over he grabbed your hand and started dragging you off to “Safe Haven.”

He wasn’t so bad when he was happy was he?

Jack Ayers:

You were taken to the scientist office when jack had fallen into the vat of dough, the last thing he saw before darkness.

And guess whattt, you were turn into a toy who could’ve guessed?

Anywho, once Jack was combined into Doey, you were yet to be made.

But a few months later, after the “Hour of Joy” a new toy was done being finished.

You.

You roamed the halls until Poppy caught sight of you, immediately heading back to “Safe Haven” to tell Doey.

Matthew who was in control of Doey was intrigued and headed out to take a peak at you before anyone else could, whether that be the Doctor of the odd employee running around somewhere.

Around where you were was a VHS tape, easily found and placed in the VCR.

The tape was distributing to say the least, even Kevin was a bit ticked after listening to it.

It contained your moments before death, your screams, cries, pleads, it was heartbreaking for Matthew to hear.

But Jack, recognized that voice, he recognized the name the scientist called, the outline of your form on the operation table.

Jack started to think what you walked into wasn’t an office at all.

His emotions got the better of him and ran from the VHS recording as fast as he could, the last thing he saw was a toy, the toy Poppy was talking about.

The one he ran into.

“Y-y/n..?!”

[aaarachnidsgrip]

cannibal loveeee

[screenbeanz]

Without a Trace - Jack & Sam (S07E08).

[cuteladyart]

Yess jsjs

jack skellington and sally ! ♡