Disclaimer: I don't own Poppy Playtime (Video Game). I don't own the picture (cover). Or the song if I put one in.

(qwertuno and SilentReadersMatter)

(Originally written on March 22nd.)

(Hope you enjoy.)

You mustn't listen to them.

Guiding them to her cage is easier said than done. A new person arrived in the factory. An unexpected arrival and a prey to Huggy Wuggy if they are unable to stop his advances. The chase is going to be inevitable. If she is able to prepare a possible exit, then it proved she hasn't lost her touch to have some sort of control.

Let me guide you.

She allowed her voice to echo in their mind. Using the last of the strength to regain control over the speakers before it faded just like her control over the others. They wandered around enraged and confused at their predicament. Their views on the world warping their sense of morals. She cannot allow them to harm the perfect little subject who wandered into her grasp.

You will be safe. Don't make him angry.

The toys have fallen to a prey more dangerous than Poppy. All employees who placed her in this cage paid the price when she willed the others to break out of their confined spaces and assist her in escaping the cage the employees placed the original vessel in. The attempt failed for an unknown reason as they stopped obeying her will and thought for themselves.

They decided that they no longer needed Poppy.

She wanted freedom. And was willing to do anything to achieve it. Even manipulate a human into coming to her place alone. Once they stepped into this factory, they belonged to her only. The other toys would try to claim the subject to help with their future plans. She wouldn't stand for their rebellion.

You are safer with me. He will try to claim your mind and your body and your soul.

A little lie never hurt anybody. Except the workers of the factory who lied to Poppy about those experiments. She couldn't remember who used to her her host. Both the doll and the soul fused into one entity. Only Poppy remained as the soul occupant.

Huggy no longer thinks rationally. An animal resides within his soul. He once had humanity. Now all he feels is hatred.

The ex-employee (as she has come to identify them), stepped into the main area where Huggy Wuggy stood there too innocent, rage flowing in Poppy's dormant eyes as she watched through the eyes of the subject staring at their unknowing solo audience. She felt Huggy's intentions with his staring into the subject's, and by extension, hers. Capture and save them from the dangerous Poppy Playtime.

The o-others will h-hunt you down. Forgive my stutter, I have trouble communicating sometimes. Anyway, keep going forward.

Invisible tears stung Poppy's eyes sockets. The human emotions took their toll as she no longer knew how to handle these new feelings. Her previous host had left them when she vanished willingly as she no longer could take the life of a tortured doll.

Poppy peeked through Huggy's eyes before he realised his consciousness was invaded by her own. Controlling his limbs, she gently guided the doll (a practical empty vessel in her opinion and what the people in white confirmed), as the giant mascot of the Huggables toy line (actually adorable from what she'd seen), was lead out of the room before the ex-employee returned.

Find the other hand.

She left their thoughts. Focusing solely on Huggy's body, his giant limbs attached to the door attempting to stop her controlling him (he couldn't voice his protests since he was programmed to remain silent), his arm managing to momentarily attach to the wall and attracted the ex-employee's attention. Poppy mentally hissed in displeasure. Her more unstable side showing itself before resetting to the thoughtful, indignant she was known to be thanks to her intelligence. Forcefully removing Huggy Wuggy from the door before he claimed the subject, she peeked into his own train of thought in the backseat of his body viewing the whole experience.

GetoutGetoutGetoutGetoutGetoutGetoutGetoutGetoutGetoutGetoutGetout-

Two words streamed through Huggy's consciousness. Did he really have no idea of the situation? Poppy sensed Huggy's programming kicking in the second the ex-employee arrived on the premise, even if it resulted in temporary suspicion.

Sorry, head of the Huggable toyline. I cannot allow you to claim this soul, Huggy. They are mine to use for a purpose higher than you could ever know. They are branded with my mark, impervious to your techniques of claiming.

Poppy released her grasp on his limbs as the door opened. The ex-employee must have used the Cat Bee to open the sealed entrance. Smiling mentally like a mad woman as her and Huggy's consciences briefly met before he was placed inside hid vessel. Then the intruder alarm during his time with the people in white silently sounded. Huggy lost himself to the urge to capture and detain. Poppy reached out to the ex-employee's thoughts, filling them with one word of instruction prior to her long worded verses of advice before the inevitable chase.

Run.

Poppy couldn't interfere with its programming.

***

Poppy had to take in the ex-employee as one of her own once finding out how lost they were in this world. Their depressed eyes and soulless body movements hinting at their hidden loneliness. She knew how it felt to be lonely. No one (aside of maybe the toys she bent under her will) liked her that much. The people in white often thrived on her screams pleadings of not inserting mechanical and human mechisms inside her little body. It hurt so much like the ache in her chest and the constant buzzing in her head.

The ex-employee forcing themselves to use the crate to kill Huggy genuinely made her proud of them. Poppy hadn't seen a human willing to rid the toys out of the picture as others tried subtle ways like running or avoiding Huggy's deadly grasp instead of putting him out of his misery. The only option was to accidentally push him off the balcony (with a little swaying off Poppy), to make him fall to his demise. Wherever the body maybe hiding (not crushed, impossible as the men in white stated), she would find his corpse and probably fix him for later use.

"You opened my case."

Poppy was so lonely. Everything Huggy managed to grab the human and pull them back to where they started, her anxiety spiked through the roof. Situations where she couldn't have some sort of control and depended on someone else frightened the little doll. Reminding her of times the people in white were the only people she knew to care. She pleaded the ex-employee escaped Huggy's grasp. He was trying to stop a goal she set in. One option consumed Poppy's mind. Her mental will crumbling under the thoughts of negativity and she set the ex-employee in the directions of death.

Huggy Wuggy had to be taken out the picture.

"Hurry, we do not have much time."

Reaching out with her hands, the ex-employee understood the message and picked up the doll. Putting her in their shoulder, she found a place between the grabpack and their neck, relishing the moment of freedom from her confining cage.

"I spent so long in there. Thank you for setting me free. We must continue onwards. Any questions will be answered in the future. The alarms have already let the others know I have escaped. They will come after me and primarily you if they see you as a threat to their safety."

The ex-employee suddenly stopped in their stance. Poppy took notice of their tiredness. She hummed in confirmation once reading they were only human. According to the people in white, people needed rest after a day of work or a stressful event taking it's toll on their exhaustion.

"Rest for a while."

Invading their thoughts gently, she guided them into a state of sleepiness and obedience as they collapsed in the pillows in a light snooze for a few hours at most or a few minutes the least.

Poppy took the opportunity to inspect the ex-employee's grabpack. Their choice of weapon was interesting. She needed to learn as much as possible about them if she were to keep them around-

Right. Check on the others.

Focusing on a mini Huggy, she was seeing through its eyes as it crawled with its brothers and sisters playing innocently before pouncing on their victims.

"My, my, what do we have here?"

Poppy gasped, then hurriedly left the body of the mini Huggy. The creature arriving the moment she left, left a great deal of fear within the sentient doll. Looking at the ex-employee sleeping next to her case, she found them to be her last hope of enacting her plans for the toys of the factory. A few things stood in her way of vengeance and finding peace for herself and the others.

She couldn't afford any word of mouth containing the truth of her moral leaking into the ears of her little puppet. Every variable on the betrayal spectrum had to be eliminated. Staring at the doll hand that the people in white created, she clenched the fist of her permanent vessel as the doubts of her plans started creeping in at the thoughts at a more dangerous obstacle.

One of them being known as Mommy Long Legs.

***

The twisted family on the lower levels of factory acted as dysfunctional as her relationship with every toy created. On one hand, they seemed to respect and love each other as brothers and sisters. On the other, the mini Huggies seemed ready to tear out each other's throats.

"Be careful. They are unpredictable."

Typical sibling dynamics. Fighting and making up. Poppy will never understand how Mommy put up with their shenanigans. As the ex-employee walked more forward, Poppy's eyes momentarily glowed a pure white as she took a look through the eyes of a nearby mini Huggy spying on them. Through their eyes she saw them walking right into a trap. Taking ahold of their consciousness, she guided their body into the trap themselves to test the limits of their journey. It wasn't so deadly as a bit dangerous to her alone. Poppy was a tiny doll. She needed help whether she admitted it or denied it deep inside herself.

"-Playmate!"

What the hell?-

Poppy was suddenly knocked off the ex-employee's shoulders. Landing on the ground as her shoulder chipped a little revealing a porcelain piece of her fragile physical, mental, and emotional state. The ex-employee knocked off whatever creature pounced from the ceiling, though losing the blue hand in the process when they pressed it mid-launch. Ripping off the pretend limb and taking it with them back into the shadows. Poppy knew they were only playing. Not meaning to cause any harm. Unintentionally stealing a vital part of their survival in the form of a half of their weapon stolen.

"Calm yourself. A new hand is available in the power section. However, Boogie is known to reside where there is electricity. Specific areas are his domain. I do not know if he will be aggressive. He was always the most optimistic of us all."

She'd need to isolate the human and it would be fine. Poppy would regain control of this factory one way or another-

What are you doing? Who are they?

Mommy tried connecting with Poppy's mind to establish a mental conversation as two of the originals having a bond between them being tortured into becoming these forms of toys smarter than the average.

Poppy chose not to respond. She was losing control rapidly, but at least she had the excuse of just waking from her forced slumber. Mommy had nothing. And if she insisted on trying to take away her human, then she just had to spread some false truths.

"Terrible things have happened. Where do I even begin?"

The first of a long line of answers which would make the human on her side surely. It was better for all of them if she hid the truth for a little longer until she felt ready to divulge her true intentions. Poppy contained no ill will toward the ex-employee. The others, on the other hand, were a different story entirely. Needing help from outside resources to regain her control over this twisted factory and the inhabitants residing within its walls.

She hadn't written that letter for nothing.