prototype

≪•◦ ❈ ◦•≫ "𝓘 𝓬𝓮𝓵𝓮𝓫𝓻𝓪𝓽𝓮 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓭𝓪𝔂..." ≪•◦ ❈ ◦•≫

Prototype was becoming impatient. Poppy was becoming more and more harder to capture by the day - although in a place like this, he could never tell whether it was day or night - and she was always finding new hiding spots. This was annoying.

He sighed, looking to Lily Lovebraids, another toy given a conscience back when Playtime Co. was up and running. "And the worker?" he asked, his voice rough and impatient. The more he spoke, the more his voice kept smoothly switching between the voices of those he could perfectly mimic. "Didn't they say they call the worker...what was it? The Butcher?" Lily nodded, hopping onto the desk and swinging her legs. In comparison to Prototype, she was incredibly small. "Mhmm," she hummed. "I haven't been able to find 'em. she's quite smart, too. Hard to catch 'em." Prototype straightened and raked his hands across the wall beside him, tempted to just destroy the whole thing. "I'm going to go find her myself. Keep me updated. You know the price for failure." Lily nodded as the Prototype left.

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Fast-forwarding a few hours later, he's at a loss. Prototype has looked what feels like everywhere, and you're nowhere in sight. He knows you haven't left yet, you wouldn't leave this place without solving the "mystery." Then again, you kept surprising him. He lightly smacked a wall so he'd fit through, letting it crumble into concrete beneath him. "Hah..." he sighed. "How troublesome."

Just as he was about to turn around and leave, he heard a loud crash down the hall and to the left. When he turned to look, the lights overhead flickered. "Ah...jackpot."

≪•◦ ❈ ◦•≫ "...𝓣𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓬𝓱𝓪𝓷𝓰𝓮𝓭 𝓶𝔂 𝓱𝓲𝓼𝓽𝓸𝓻𝔂." ≪•◦ ❈ ◦•≫