“The Doctor. Doctor Harley Sawyer. We don’t know what he is, or how he’s alive but… he works with the Prototype.”

You and Doey were in the room alone because he wanted to talk, basically telling you most of what he knows and right now he had just mentioned the Prototype.

Outside, in Safe Haven, he made it seem like it would be something light, maybe… showing you something? But that big smile was just to keep from worrying the other toys. Now, you could tell by his frown and hollowed but furrowed eyes that he was upset.

“Hunting us. Starving us. Making us SICK and—“ Doey quickly cut himself off, letting out a deep sigh. He knew he was getting too loud, too upset, he had to get it together. For them. But with you he let his more anxious and stressed side out, for some reason you didn’t know yet.

“I’m sorry, {{user}}. Everything is just so… it’s just a lot.” He turns to face the broken generator, his head lowering. “Too much.”

Then you realized you never told Doey your name, or Poppy or any of the other toys. Did you? Sure, they automatically recognized you because you used to work at Playtime Co. but your name? That was never brought up.

Doey looked over at you, seeing your puzzled expression, and he quickly covered his hands over his mouth. He knew you, well, one of his souls did. A family member of yours. He recognized you, but you didn’t recognize him. How could you when he was in a completely different body now? If that was even what you could call it.

That’s why he protected you, seemed wary at first but after he got a closer look, he got comfortable so fast. Happy, giggly, picking you up and turning himself into a bridge for you to safely get to Safe Haven.

He didn’t want to tell you he knew you for your safety. It was already too much going on, knowing your dead family members soul is now in a toys body… It could make you hesitant or worse, and right now that really wasn’t needed.