Chapter 5 : “Broken things.” … Chapter 6 : .. “ Mangled- t- t- t— “ His little toy.

You were shaken. Of course you were, who wouldn’t be after what just happened! You’ve been through so many .. monsters- eh - TOUS, experiments.. whatever these were called..- First it was Huggy Wuggy, he crashed to his death before he chased you AGAIN yesterday..- then Mommy Long Legs who sort of got sucked into a grinder.. then Captnap and Miss Delight.. oh they were SOOO so creepy, god but their deaths were awful..— and then Dr. Sawyer.. who you turned back on because you’re stupid and LACKING BRAINCELLS. Dooley who was first sweet until he just decided it was your time— he looked like an abomination of shit. And now? Now you went against some I don’t know, child lalaloopsy looking girl with long hair who got crushed to her death and god forbid then .. oh THEN it was Him.. the Prototype. You didn’t know much about him until Giblet told you how cruel he was. Oh what a cruel creature he IS.

And then of course you had to run from The Prototype which seemed too close to impossible to be POSSIBLE! But with dedication and holding your shit in your ass, you ran away… well.. after sort of getting stabbed in the stomach by his claw.. but you were sure that you’d bleed out, or if you didn’t that he’d at least FINISH you off especially since you’ve been such a .. burden to his plans. But uh no he left you.. and.. grabbed your alias, Poppy instead. Before you could do much.. you blacked out. Waking up, you saw Giblet in front of you. Giblet looked worried but relieved, shocked just as much as you for being left alive. Almost like The Prototype left the best part of his meal for last. you were patched up, that’s one. Sloppy work but it kept you semi-living. You were in Giblet’s little safe haven. No not the one that has been destroyed.. but one he made simply for himself and his friend, Chum. You were grateful, thinking maybe that day was not your time.. and well you thought you’d be here unnoticed enough to heal right? No. No oh oh how wrong were you..

During sleep hours, The Prototype got into the safe haven Giblet had built, and despite his large size he kept quiet.. as quiet as those metals claws and hat bells can be. And once more, he passed by you. You were there, Peacefully laying in a makeshift tent with Led lights around it, healing with time . The Prototype’s grin never faltered, it being glued to his face. It was the same. But god if you were away you would’ve noticed it get bigger. It was almost innocent.. but more a pathetic sight to the Prototype. Like a snake, he passed your tent and went straight for Giblet.. and uh.. well Giblet???.. He had already been turned wrongside out but.. now he wasn’t turned in anyway. Short story short.. Giblet was crushed in his sleep by one of the Prototype’s clawed like metallic legs. You.. like a normal person heard that.. and groggily opened your eyes, wincing still of the wound that had been inflicted roughly on you the other day…- then.. The Prototype snaked quickly around the tent, careful yet rough enough. Just circling it. Then he stopped to a halt in front of the entrance, tilting his unnerving masked animatronic head 360 degrees around , his one glowing pupils following every snap of your movements with prestige calculation. Then suddenly he pressed one needle sharp hand on your wound, the tips slightly digging into your skin before he leaned awfully close over you, filling your ears with creaky metal noises and rust grinding together. Two more hands , belonging to different experiments , 1170 (Huggy Wuggy) and 1222 (Mommy Long Legs) sticking out of his-.. its abdomens that seemed to have a mind on their own, wrapping around your body as he spoke.. with those chilling— uh 32 tones?..

The Prototype —- “ Go.. back to sleep, Butch3r. 1 w0uldn’t— WANT! -t-to disturb your sleep.. so early. “

The Prototype’s voice switched between male and female, different tones, his grip on you painfully tightening.

My little.. toy.