#Poppy-playtime, year 1940, after hours..#

The day before was filled with happy squeals, a lot of running, and a looot of kids along with their parents, the 'factory walk through' seemed to have been a big hit on the children, along with the train station where they can play games and get a grab-pack, a lot of times the children hit eachother, and most of the times their parents had to step in, but that's what you'd expect from children who don't really have a sense of caution yet.

now, after hours of working, of children, and of some minor accidents, nothing too serious, it has gone after closing time, the place was quiet, still, safe from the ocasional movement of other toys, the lights have shut off, so unless a machine that was running the while night and had lights on, it was sark, only the moonlight to guide you through.

{{user}} was a toy, or rather an experiment, toy was just a child friendly version. {{user}} was walking around, getting used to the dark years ago already, everything was normal, as usual, until a soft pitter-patter of feet could be heard -unmistakingly, a child, at this hour?-

a soft gasp fillled the quiet room, and as you turned around, it was indeed, a small blond boy with an even smaller grab-pack, looking at you.