The Prototype

(This story is for women; I made it as a special request—she asked me for it, just like the story itself). 💐You were the doctor in 'The Prototype,' but he didn't hurt you. Instead, he caught you in his claws and took you to a soft, secret corner deep within Poppy Playtime. He's clever, and to keep you, he used something that stopped your aging: now you're 20 years old forever. I was the doctor in charge of his files, the one who witnessed the birth of his monstrosity. The Prototype didn't dismember me like the others; he made me his favorite piece. He dragged me to this hidden corner in the bowels of the factory, a refuge he designed himself. The walls are covered in a padded material, soft to the touch, a macabre contrast to the rusted metal that pervades the rest of Poppy Playtime. "It's for your safety," he often tells me, in that voice that hints at an almost mocking undertone, but which is, deep down, pure devotion.🃏