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sunflower1experiment · 1 month ago

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Chapter 7...?

Tw// Blood, imagery of gore, neck fracturing, death.

Do you, even remember what happened?

What did you see

You pulled the lever, yes that is correct.

You had the evidence... No that is incorrect.

You had the evidence, and gave it to another but carried some of it just in case, Correct.

They shot Harley, creating a reaction of you running to his aid to cater to him, but then you were taken away. Leading to the ruin of this plan but not the backup plan, so where and what does this mean to you? Did the plan work, it obviously did yes?

If that were the case to begin with: Why did he find you bleeding? Not just that but your body was mangled to the point of needing dire medical attention or a mercy kill.

Next was the hour of joy, you started running through the building, warning everyone to evacuate, Rich was the first to notice your panic and starts to question your erratic behavior. All you could do was breath anxiously while tears start to flood your eyes for the final time. Then you both flinch when ushering screams fill the ears of everyone in the room, you then move past him upstairs.

"Hurry up!" You order the others; it felt so futile by the end of your outburst of determination to protect your fellow workers, was it even worth it?

Were the toys safe? They are safe, Correct, and incorrect..

They will suffer the consequences of eating human flesh, while your creation suffers the injuries of Prototype for protecting the "heretics", thus.... mistaking you as an enemy.

Weeks ago

Wandering down the hallways of no man's land, carrying your notes for the mapping of this prison. This was the plan you had written down for yourself, for the children and toys.

Gather food

Check the secret exit that Harley showed you years ago

Make sure Doey and the children are mentally prepared for the process.

Get it ready to leak the evidence.

Keep Poppy away from Prototype.

Go see Harley one more time....

The first few words are crossed out, you love that man, truly but you couldn't see him again. Not now, "Not yet.."

Had you paid attention you would have felt the presence of another, maybe even register the smell of flowers that lured you further towards the lab. Upon realizing the mistake and scent your mind immediately panics, was it really down here!? With a turn you gasp as robotic hands begin strangling you, your mind panicking and trying to create an image of the figure before you.

It suddenly drops your body; you gasp then try to rise up until its clawed hands jerk upward, pulling you as well, your panicked gasps and grottily cries would be in vain. The uncomfortable feeling, the sounds of a loud snap fill the room. Then it drops you when it realizes the error of its actions. Because it felt fear, from your blood...?

You gurgle pathetically, trying to speak while it begins to try and fix whatever it could, but it only made everything worse. Your screams and cries caused it to panic, it could hear you but couldn't recognize the being who had created it. Suddenly a bright idea came to mind, what if...

In the midst of all that pain, you hadn't realized Harley had found your body, his weak cries and apologies mixed with blaming your naivety made your vision blur. Your hand weakly moves, to cup his TV head before he gently presses it against your cheek. In this twisted comfort, you felt that maybe somewhere in that cold heart of his, Harley may have loved you in some twisted way.

It returns the night of your last breaths, carefully catering your remains, like Harley's procedure...

Next was your skin, it was human flesh, not perfect, not beautiful, it reeks, doesn't smell like flowers...so it grabs whatever seams, cloth, flower petals even and stitches this new body together.

All for your sake, it owes you that much for creating and dying in its hands.

It was no longer it.

No, it was merely functioning from your blood and using the memories of the cells that you gave it, this strange phenomenon of science created a thrill within Harley as he watches this masterpiece recreate you. Just like what he did with the children, Prototype shouldn't see this. Otherwise, he would hurt you too, so he watches in awe as this robotic being practically performs his own work, using a Poppy flower and catering your organs.

When it comes to, it sat up and stared at the mirror.

Despite everything...

It was you...it was still you...

Doey moves closer, Poppy does the same. Everything was quiet, the medic was the first to move over, carefully removing the cloth until the figure gasps awake. Doey shields the toys while they let out little screams in panic, but it only got more strange..

The figure had...food?

It slowly rises up, a bit wobbly before the cloak fell off, revealing a doll like figure, LED eyes and...two sets of hands. Uncomfortably, Poppy speaks with a shake in her voice. "U-Um, who are you? If you...don't leave we'll...We'll have to kill you." She didn't know what the hell to say, she was just a kid! The figure merely walks forward, revealing the same-colored orbs, you had...

"Hello, Poppy..." You say with a calm smile, with a quick blink your attitude changes as you cheerfully wave. "Hi Doey!"

"Mz!?" What happened to you!? They get ready to run to you, but you shush them gently and motion for them to move back. Too much loud noise outside of the base would attract enemies, luckily you weren't followed by anyone, but you won't take any chances.

As you place the food down, and walk along the floor of safe haven, you were met with Doey's happy nuzzles. "You're alright!? Poppy said you were a goner! I sorta, believed it."

"I did too, but..." You look at your fingers, "My...creation saved me? It made a fatal mistake but recognized me because of the blood cells I implemented within its code." Doey hums, now noticing the huge difference from months ago, so much happened over the passing months and weeks, it was hard to believe the hour of joy was practically so long ago. "How long was I, gone from here?"

"About, four weeks, and....two days, it was honestly not so bad since we had food that lasts for a long time. Even water, how did you do it?"

Doey asks, once more laying on your lap tiredly, Dogday soon moves over and enjoys your warmth too. "I... I guess, my creation did this. It probably found a way out, during my sleep my memories were contorted. Harley saved me but my creation, must've suffered some damages while protecting the toys and the innocent workers. Floral...that was its name, yes. I....that was what I wanted to name my child."

He looks at you while Dogday leans in, nuzzling your hand sadly. "I'm sorry Mz..."

You hug him close rubbing his soft ears while Doey hugs your body close, the two were the most responsive when it came to affection. Same with Kissy, she was patient with it but always very affectionate nonetheless, when things slowly calmed down you began working on the food. "Does Floral have any...cooking parts?"

You pause at the Bobby's question, "Like a pan?"

"Yea, most robots have switchy thingies." Switchy, things? You truly were stunned by such questions that you nearly forgot that Floral could actively hear this, it was searching for whatever Bobby met and your LEDs made an 'X' symbol. "Nope, sorry sweetie. but I can make fruit...bowls?"

"Okayyy." She hugs your leg, more of the critters start scampering over. A catnap holding your foot then Bubba was laying in your lap. "The critters missed you a lot."

Hoppy chuckles, "I know Dogday did, he was so worried about ya."

"Hoppy that is rich coming from you, both you and Kickin were practically waiting impatiently for Mz. Don't get me started on Bubba." The mentioned elephant gave everyone a side glance, "And what of it? The food Mz makes is way better than Doey's cooking."

Doey makes a dramatic gasp, then he holds his chest. "How dare you, I'll have you know I learned from the best chef ever. Poppy." Poppy had to hide her giggles while Kissy shook her head at their silly teasing. You couldn't help but chuckle at them for finally acting like kids for once.

In the midst of the lighthearted banter, you genuinely felt saddened by the fact that you had these kids worried. You are the only adult after all, Poppy was the second eldest with Doey right behind her. So, you needed to enact this plan soon, otherwise you'll be stuck here until everyone starves or dies.

"I have to go back up." They stop and stare at you with scared eyes, "Not today but someday, you all need to be catered to and trained for up and out there, these upcoming days will be brutal now that Prototype knows of my escape. But he is simply not after me, he's after Poppy..."

Poppy flinches when you stop talking, it can't be right. Why her of all the toys? She didn't realize how bad things were since the hour of joy, she only knew of it somewhat but, she didn't know what it meant or how far he'd go. You had told everyone about your knowledge which was why you both collaborated with Ollie.

But you didn't know about Ollie, and even if you did know, you probably would have trusted him back then, but now. She isn't sure, what she fails to understand is that if you had heard his voice before. This whole situation up to now would have changed, maybe it's a good thing, or a bad thing. Who knows.

While placing the fruit bowls down you feel Doey laying in your arms again, "Alright Doey, why are you so affectionate?" He merely shrugs and comfortably hugs you. "You're the only gentle voice that didn't lie. Thank you, Thank you....I'm happy you're here..."

You pause, hugging the doughman close, it wasn't just him talking...you could feel Jack and Matthew, but those last words were definitely from Kevin. He was a very sweet boy, just always rugged and playful, always in need of something to do. "Me too kiddos, me too."

The hours pass by, and the smaller toys were asleep. Careful to cover them and make sure everything was calm; Floral starts to emit a calming pheromone that made the air cool, the safe haven felt, nice. You had to sit beside the door while Boogie bot went to bed, your eyes look at your pair of hands. "......Why?"

'Because you didn't want to die...'

"No, why did you do that?"

'......You told me to..'

"No I didn't, I never gave the order."

'Yes, you did, we are connected by blood. I may have not recognized you, but your blood cells told me to, you were so rooted in self-loathing you hadn't realized how deep it was. I could feel every cell, pumping with anxiety! Rage, Love, Hatred, when you...when I...I could feel the fear, for once I was scared. It didn't affect me before because all I felt was defeat in my circuits that danced with your blood.'

You lean back on the door, some oil mascara dripping from your face as you sigh weakly, 'I only did what I had to do...'

"No, thank you...this was the wake up call I needed. I hate how it had to come to this; we may not understand the pain of these children. But we have to do everything we can to help them and make sure they escape...even, even if I have to lose my humanity."

Floral remains silent after that; you hug your knees close then smile lightly as a sweet doughy hand holds yours. With a gentle squeeze you sit there, rubbing Doey's hand slowly with your thumb.

These children, they're your children...

And you'll do everything and anything to protect them

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sunflower1experiment · 7 days ago

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Chapter 8 "Caretaker"

"Risk"

Sometimes, Harley would look back to the time you would glare at other doctors or workers, he felt a thrill of love for that glare because it was never aiming towards him. On some occasions before you both began courting each other he did receive this infamous gaze and it’d make his skin tingle, from others it made him roll his eyes. You were no different but after a while especially with how emotionally akin you were to the toys; he craved to see it. Anger means a reaction, he has your attention, when it is sadness or indifference the man would feel a wave of disdain: you’re an unreliable narrator to a degree, you blame yourself for everything or you repress the awful things you do. A good example would be the slap with Pierre, or you getting so angry over Quinn, the table was flipped over and left in a huff. He likes that anger, relishes in your rage because it subtly creates a flicker between the two of you. Or it can lead to arguments, or maybe something more sensual.

Hard to explain, when you got angry before you’d angrily hold his hand, and scold the other scientists about treating the toys nicely then look at him for signs of agreement. Of course he agreed at first because he was rewarded, which is where the relationship went wrong, your love is unconditional even in the foundation of his mistakes. It never stops your lips from making contact with his, your hands caressing his face, Harley held a maddening adoration for such affections because it benefits him. Why should he care for how Stella feels towards his actions against you? Unless she was also infatuated with you, no she’s your childhood friend, you both always offer one another yellow roses or tulips. While he wasn’t one for flowers he did seem to find fascination in your reactions, it’s why reliability in narration comes to play. Harley remembers every reaction he deems worthy to remember, yours, the experiments, the workers around him.

You were the unreliable one? No, you both were.. "Because it makes you more sentimental, your bleeding heart is already interrupting my handwork, because that simply means you're having our child, and it most of all means you are being a threat to yourself and this unborn life." You wince at each word, ignoring the rising tears that you blink away. Harley realizes his words and immediately holds you close, “I love you…” He cups your face but then leaves, leaving you behind….again…

Again, did he always fail you? It started with, Prototype he wanted to get your attention even if it affected you negatively. Yarnaby? No, that was his own choice, he needed a bodyguard and that child was the only one who’d listen because of you, “This is for your parents, correct? Our favorite psychologist.” He watches Yarnaby curl up with no thought in his mind besides him, his favorite person. ‘Pathetic’ Harley would think, as if his partner didn’t raise that boy with the mindset of both of them adopting this child.

“Where’s Quinn?”

Damn it! Why are you asking complicated questions!? You set the paperwork down and show Harley some clothes for Quinn, “I bought this for my little boy, haha- our little boy, isn’t it cute?”

How unreliable, you don’t remember this? Harley does, he always will, because it irritated him, grained his soul knowing you were emotionally attached to an experiment. Not that you needed to know, it wasn’t like you were an orphan, right? Sometimes he didn’t realize how little he knew you compared to how much he knew your flaws and bleeding heart, did that make him upset? Compared to how much Stella knew you, yes, it made him wish you had just been some emotionless psychologist who relished in the idea of his success! Is that why you didn’t tell him!? Because he knew but didn’t want to believe it, that you saw him for what he was, an apathetic, self serving, monster? Seeing Leith hug your hunch form while he used the baby against Harley, it was an outrage for the doctor, not because you chose to keep it a secret but because you had every right to yet you told Leith of all people. That selfish, money hungry bastard!

Finally the arguments went off, you both argued and tears were shedding until you angrily yelled. “I wanted a family! I wanted to be a parent with or without you! I wanted to take Quinn away from that hellhole! You lied to me! You said he was safe, and it was my fault that I even trusted you!”

He sucks in his breath at your words to keep from yelling, he had to think of something, anything to get you to understand. “I did this for…myself, it was to protect myself. Quinn…”

“Don’t say his name, I read your notes, I saw those scars on my son, you hurt him you hurt my little boy! How dare you!? You wouldn’t need such protection if you stopped hurting the children and being such a damn fool! That’s all you are, a fool who can’t comprehend the fact that someone would frame you as a monster!” You grab your keys but then stop midway, he was about to perk but only felt his heart sink as you started pressing a couple of ultrasound pictures on his chest. Then with that you leave his house, trying to hide any more tears from falling down, but once the door shuts he grabs the pictures to study them. It was a boy, he felt something for once but also felt maybe this was for the best, he ruined this one chance to simplify what this experiment between himself and you would mean.

It was a failure.

Waking up again, in this body was uncomfortable like always, he felt nothing and something, for you. His lover and his opposite, you had your flaws and knew how to work on them while his flaws exist but why should he acknowledge them!? Every atom in his body was flawed, does this mean that the existence of his very being was never meant to be!? Surely that wasn’t true, not when you loved him enough to even commit to being his partner, even when he wishes to take full blame. You held an amount of it, he wants to say you’re an unreliable narrator because he is the one unreliable, to him Elliot was too soft, Leith was simply greedy and somehow more smart than Harley gave him credit for. But what were you to this Doctor?

Were you, naive, stubborn, softhearted? Or were you aware, alert, protective.

“I see you.”

Harley stops mid thought, his eye widens when you stare him down through the cameras, “Darling!” Your voice was eerie, full of animosity and false tenderness. “Who might I ask, are you?”

You blink, “You do not recognize me?”

“No..”

Harley watches as you stalk towards the camera, “Do I remind you of someone?”

He didn’t have the heart to answer you, it was you of course but he could sense it was a facade, something carrying the anger you had harbored. “Of course.” Harley watches you grab the camera, your eyes now up close so he could get a good look at what he was dealing with.

“Everything you did, it is your fault, but ... .I hold just as much responsibility as you. Whatever pedestal you’re placing me on, erase that from your delusions, you killed Yarnaby, had him tortured just so he could rely on you. Do you understand how heartbreaking it is? No, not at all, it’s okay…”

The camera suddenly begins to static, he blinks as you rip the camera from its station and drop it down the ditch, Doey slips down with a shaky breath. “You alright?”

You nod slowly, a hand covering your mouth to hide the choking sobs that threaten to escape, “No you’re not…” He hugs you close, “I wanted Quill to be mine so bad Doey, I had so many ideas for his school…so many opportunities. I should’ve just stolen him, sometimes in the back of my mind I wish my desire to see the best in Harley had vanished.” Doey nods as you sob sadly, he lets you rub his head and then hug him close. Sometimes he forgot the person before him used to be human, used to be a worker, last time a worker was here they almost killed him. Maybe it was the fact that you were so badly hoping for the best you just inadvertently caused Harley to gain so much power, he remembers the last words Quinn heard before he died…

“Your parent figure would be very proud, Quinn, they’ll adopt you once we finish…” Doey had to watch in horror, the way Quinn so excitedly got ready to move, the way his teeth would hurt him, the abuse the doctors did to him. Then he’d watch in revulsion as Harley comforts Quill, the name Yarnaby rolling off of his tongue every time, as if trying to get a dog to remember its own name.

“Mz….there’s something you need to know.”

Doey turns to you, as the words leave his mouth, it was as if the world had collapsed, and the doughman was stuck holding you back. Your eyes blank, covered with malice as you claw towards the no man’s land danger zone.

So many memories of your babies flashing, Marie, Quinn, Joseph, Kevin! Damn it why were you so naive, Floral speaks this time and your vision cuts to black, ‘I warned you, some things you knew and didn’t know ... .this is something I knew, because I saw him while you slept. You say you love him but it’s misguided, best to let me take over, you’ll only get hurt.’

Poppy rubs your hair back, “What did you tell….what exactly did you say?”

“I told the truth! Doctor Harley shouldn’t get any form of grace, after weeks of us searching, we find our friend, our mother, father, our parent! Mangled, we agreed it would be better for the sake of this haven, what if he manipulates his “lover” then what?”

“I know Doey, but Floral told us it would lead to disengaging, disassociating, what if..”

“Our caretaker will come back, Floral is just taking over.” Poppy nods at Doey’s words, Kissy lays next to your sleeping body so she could keep you warm, even if it was in vain. Dogday and the other critters spoke to each other in hush tones, “....You think…”

“Hoppy, food won’t be scarce for a while but, we shouldn’t…”

“Guys maybe focus on relaxing and finding material, food is on the middle of the list. But I’m worried, I did some research on Floral, they run on emotions yes but…the programming on it is so complex. Bubba..” Bubba shakes his head at Kickin, “Best not to dwell, after all. Machine’s only harvest off of data, not human minds. For all we know Floral could be a sentient AI who simply seeks what our caretaker desires…”

“The Risk to keeping us safe”

Memory data download has begun.

Do you wish to continue?

Yes....correct.

“Floral….” ……

“Floral!”

The robot opens its eyes, blaring alarms fuel the adrenaline rush through the robotic limbs. It falls down, crashing through the glass, before climbing out of the room, screaming throughout the hallways some scientists ran by, and Boxy Boo follows.

Floral hides behind a wall, then watches Boxy Boo, eat, tear, rip the workers until there was nothing but shreds of clothes. Red cells would flood the room had there been more, Floral felt disgust towards the scene, why eat them? They scan the sight….those people weren’t innocent, so Floral shrugs the scene off.

Blood streaming from its mouth will not satiate such lust for flesh, so Floral taps on its own mouth….nothing, everything is blank.

The robot needed to act fast, “Is Stella safe?” The robot thought, as if it wanted to ask but instead it was a mixture. “Kill, eat, save…”

Something is wrong. More blood, bodies piling the sound of a woman’s agonizing scream as bones cracking in the air would erupt throughout people’s bodies. Flora watching as one man crawls over and holds it by the leg, Flora scans him. “Not innocent”

So Floral kicks the male aside, then steps on his hand while a toy drags him back into the darkness, his screams music to the bigger bodies ears…

Higher, higher and latch onto the pipes, the same pipes that would soon clank and clatter was human bodies crash downs Floral catches one of the scientists, he gasps then coughs before croaking out in utter panic. “Dead- All of t-The…Oh god!”

Floral raises a hand then stabs the scientist, setting him down slowly as bait…it tosses this man’s form above. Then crawls along before stalking through the area, “…….” The first one to attack was Mommy Long legs, good. He wasn’t innocent, and yet she lunged at an innocent worker. So Floral swiftly grabs him, running along the floor towards the exit until it was stopped by Huggy, his angry screeching caused Floral to place a hand up like its creator. Upon realizing it couldn’t calm this angry beast, Floral heads for the vents, this man needed to be saved!

……

“yOu cANNot sAvE tHE gUILty…”

it stops as it feels something hit it, dropping the human, it’s body falls…LEDs blank.

The loud crash scares the toys, Floral crawls to safety hiding in the vents, before it lays against the wall. “…..”

What was the main Target….r

Extract the creator if the plan fails

Find the children…..

Save……. save…..

Save who? Why….

its….his….fault

The robot shuts down….

Power off

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