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I tend to write OC X Canon, General Reader X Canon, and so on and so forth as long as the characters are adults. Everything I write is mainly canon adjacent and can change as new evidence is revealed.
If you are interested, I have an OC for Poppy Playtime that explores the "human turned into a doll" experience with little knowledge of what's going on, as well as an expanded toy line, which can also have potential to lean into Reader X Canon situations.
-Jacquelyn Napier (WIP) - A suspicious, slightly unhinged Playcare councilor hired by Stella who scares the absolute crap out of the adults in charge, though the kids seem to love her despite her making some questionable decisions around them, i.e. having kids fight each other with Playtime's version of Sock 'Em Boppers just to get them to tire themselves out.
-The Lovebraids Family line (Pretty much a Barbie ripoff, though Lily is considered the "Barbie" of the group): Dahlia Lovebraids (eldest sister), Aster Lovebraids (Older brother), Cosmos Lovebraids (younger brother)
I'll write any Canon Character head canons, Harley Sawyer (absolute fav), Leith Pierre, Stella Greyber, Eddie Ritterman, Poppy, The Prototype, any of the experiments, etc. I will keep all characters as close to canon as possible.
The Player will probably be from my point of view given their nature in the game, though I can write for specific Players if prompted.
This blog will make a lot of references to 90s media with mixed comedy as most of the stories so far take place right before and right after the Hour of Joy. If I think it's something obscure, I'll have a link ready to explain the item/event/media.
Rules for future requests will be posted whenever I feel like it but atm, almost everything is game. XD I do reserve the right to ignore or delete asks I am not comfortable answering. I am open to role play. I'll leave anon on due to experience with users who are shy about asking questions.
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Rules for thee, not for me. - Everyone who worked for Playtime Co. is meant to die during the Hour of Joy. Harley arrogantly disregards that memo. If he refused to follow orders while human, why would he start now?
Harley Sawyer X Security Guard!Reader (GN)
Part 1 - Part 2
Heads up: Violence and gore ahead!
Harley X Security Guard!Reader saga: Pt. 1 - Pt. 2 - Pt. 3 - Drabble 1 -THoJ Part 1
(If you see something in the first three parts you want expanded on, don't be afraid to send an ask! I can start doing requests soon!)
“Choose something dark. Anything bright will grab the experiments’ attention,” Sawyer called through the door as he placed a GrabPack on the floor beside it. “That god awful yellow uniform would have been the death of you the moment you stepped out of here.”
You opened the door, dressed head to toe in black while holding out your blood stained uniform to him in one hand.
“Can’t get any darker than this.”
“Good. It’ll be easier to hide if I need to I turn the lights out in any of the areas you cross.”
“Oh, then I should get the Glowby from my office in that case-” you glanced back toward your office but realized that, while Sawyer had reached for the uniform, he didn’t take it. Looking up at the towering figure, you find his eye trained on what you had changed into, particularly your torso. “What?”
The vessel jerked back slightly, his eye wide at being caught.
“Nothing! I’m… not used to seeing you in anything other than the security uniform, that’s all,” Sawyer cleared his throat, pulling his gaze away with an angry eye and he snatched the uniform from you. Him telling you that he became accustomed to you earlier entered your mind but you quickly shook that thought away. Maybe you shouldn't have put on an admittedly tight top...
“S-So, what’s the plan? I come get you at the lab and we both get out of here, or…?” you asked. The eye on the screen stared at you as if you had two heads for a moment before widening.
“Oh! Yes… exactly that. I’m unable to leave the lab on my own…” Sawyer glanced down the hall at the body on the floor.
“Really? Like, you’re surrounded or are you connected to something? Are you in a cell? Is that why the Warden left without you?”
“The Warden left without me because I had unfinished business here,” he snapped but then sighed. “As for why I can’t leave otherwise, it’s hard to explain.”
“Was it that bad?”
“Was… what that bad?”
“What they did to you? I heard they stripped you of your position entirely. I didn’t realize that meant sending you down here.”
“It’s-” Sawyer started then sighed. “It could have been worse. Much worse.”
“Oh.”
You watched as Sawyer grabbed the body and began to redress it with your uniform the best he could.
“It doesn’t have to be exact. It’ll be torn to shreds before anyone realizes it’s not you.”
“Great,” you grimaced then frowned. “That poor guy… He saved me…”
“A sacrifice you should not waste,” he grabbed the body by the leg and dragged it to the main door. “He will be doing more for you than you realize.”
“O-Of course not!” you chased after him but stopped when he put a hand up.
“Stay out of view,” he instructed, waving at you to move aside.
Once you followed orders, Sawyer opened the main door to your wing and the gut-wrenching screams paired with the tearing of flesh echoing off the walls made you cover your mouth as the automaton tossed the body out. Almost immediately, you saw several small creatures jump on it before the door was slammed shut.
“What the hell were those!?”
“More experiments. Looks like they were waiting to ambush you since they couldn’t enter on their own. They’re tearing everyone out there apart. It’ll be a while before you can leave.”
“Oh my god…” you whispered, clutching your head. “This… is really happening, isn’t it?”
“It is.”
“How?! What has Playtime been doing this entire time?! What exactly are these experiments if they have enough intelligence to organize a rebellion?! Yarnaby acts like an animal, he doesn’t-!”
“Yarnaby was a failure on that front. He did not have the cognitive abilities I was hoping for after his procedure. It was quite disappointing.”
“What? What the hell is that supposed to mean?! What procedure?! You have some explaining to do about what you did to that poor lion that got you canned!”
“Oh, it wasn’t Yarnaby’s condition that got me demoted and sent down here.”
“Then what was it?!”
Sawyer gave an exasperated sigh in response.
“I will explain everything once you find me at the labs! For the time being, get some rest. I’ll stand watch to make sure nothing comes through.”
“Rest?! There’s pandemonium going on outside and you want me to REST?! Are you out of your damn mind?!”
“Calm down. If you keep yelling like that, you’re going to-”
“Don’t tell me to calm down! People are being ripped apart out there and I’m supposed act like everything is fine?! What if they did get in here, huh?! What then?!”
Sawyer rolled his eye and moved toward a small examination room as you rightfully crashed out and unconsciously followed him. He sorted through something near a table and you heard a soft hissing noise that made you stop.
“What exactly do you think I should-!? What was that?”
“This,” he turns, grabbing you by the arm and pressing an anesthesia mask over your nose and mouth. Jerking away didn’t do much other than cause him to push you up against a nearby wall to keep you from escaping as red smoke filled the mask.
“STOP! SAWYER-!” you screamed and tried to turn your head away, only for him to release your arm and grab the back of your head to prevent turning. All your body could do now was flail and kick at him. "LET GO OF ME! STOP!"
“That’s it. Fight. It works quicker when you do,” he murmured. “I asked you to calm down. You didn’t, and have forced my hand.”
“Get… off!”
You pushed against any part of him you could reach and your hand landed on the lower part of his screen. His frame stayed firmly planted and did not show any sign of moving.
“Breathe deep, dear. You’re safe. Sleep for now. I will be here when you wake.”
Your body began to feel heavy and your vision faded. The sweet smell of poppies laced with a bitter chemical fill your senses as Sawyer’s voice became distant. The last thing you saw is his eye watching you with a soft, yet dark expression. The last thing you felt was his hand moving from your head and hooking around your waist to keep you upright.
"There, now was that so hard?"
A crash nearby made the Doctor snap his head away from you as your reality fell into pitch black.
Jacq: *whispering* Recording this to vent before I lose my damn mind. *sighs hard* This is getting irritating. It was novel for some time and I didn’t mind then because I was healing and having my new form reinforced, but now that I can move around better, he refuses to let me leave so I can figure out what happened to Playcare and continue my search. He’s getting extremely possessive and more clingy as time goes on. I'm sure it has something to do with what happened to me. The Doc has access to literally every door and vent in and out of this place and the farthest I’ve gotten was the labs just outside of Sweet Street. The moment I get close enough to an exit, it’s slammed shut and locked. He has eyes everywhere except the bathrooms-
Harley: Who are you talking to, Miss Napier?
Jacq: *hesitates, still whispering* There’s no way you can hear this.
Harley: I can. Who are you talking to?
Jacq: *lowers voice more* You can’t possibly hear this.
Harley: You said “you can’t possibly hear this,” but I can. *pressing* Who is it, Jacquelyn?
Jacq: *practically mouths with slight sound* Can you hear this?
Harley: Yes.
Jacq: *groans* This is bullshit! The closest security camera is at the end of the damn hall! How the hell can you hear me?!
Harley: The bathrooms echo.
Jacq: Not that much! You have a listening device in here, don’t you?! Wait, is your body outside of the bathroom door-?!
Harley: No...
Jacq: I can see the silhouette of the feet under the door! Fucking-! Don't even try to step out of view and pretend you're not there! I already saw you!
Harley: Come out. I would like to see you. Perhaps we can work on your control over your hair-
Jacq: *bangs her head against the bathroom stall* Oh my fucking god.
Harley: *cheekily* Yes?
Jacq: Absolutely not! One, not even in your dreams, and two, you didn’t create whatever I am now. Doctor White did-
Harley: *scoffs* With MY research! You are practically mine! I laid the groundwork and White followed it! It’s merely a technicality at best of whose hands put you together! It was my brilliance that saved you-!
Jacq: *whispers again* That’s what I mean about him being possessive. That hellfire temper flares each time it's brought up. *growls* I feel like I’m in a strange, colorful fever dream remake of Demon Seed-
Harley: Ah, that movie is a guilty pleasure of mine- *goes on a lengthy tangent about what he thought of the movie and how Proteus’ goals were easily achievable* With the right materials and subject, it's far from being a work of science fiction.
Jacq: *thousand yard stare* … … … Well now I'm several shades of uncomfortable! I'm going to throw up-!
Harley: Calm down, Miss Napier. I wouldn't dream of using you! You're too close to perfection and I'm not willing to-
Jacq: *sighs* I should have chosen I Have No Mouth and I Must Scream...
Harley: That one is a classic. I feel a connection with AM, if I'm honest-
Jacq: That's not any better! Look, if I come out, will you shut up about all of this?
Harley: Yes!
Jacq: Fine. *mutters* Looks like I'll have to switch to writing to vent properly.
Been seeing the Mascot AU floating about after the Prototype's toy version reveal and I have to say seeing everyone pairing him with Lily's mascot is absolutely precious. It made me think about the dynamic between Lily's mascot and her siblings, Dahlia and Cosmos.
Lily: *pacing the kitchen while holding her stomach after receiving a party invite from Ollie with Cosmos on a nearby stool and Dahlia doing dishes* I don't know what's wrong with me. I can't eat, I can't sleep. Maybe I'm coming down with something...
Dahlia: *just got done cleaning and drying her hands with a smile and leans against the kitchen island* Ohhhhoho. Oh, I know what you've got. The "L" word.
Cosmos: *playing a handheld video game akin to a Gameboy* Yeah, "Leprosy."
Lily: what.
Dahlia: NO, Cosmo. No. It's four letters, starts with "L," ends with "E."
Cosmos: *glances up at his eldest sister* Ah ha! LICE!
Lily: *grips her hair in panic* WHAT?!
Cosmos: *gets lightly bonked on the head as Dahlia passes him* OW!
Dahlia: *rolls her eyes then takes Lily's hands with a gentle smile* NO, our Sweet Silly Lily here is in love.
Cosmos: Ugh, gross. BP
Lily: *stares* Me? I-In love?! *Giggle nervously* No, it has to be something else! I mean...
Dahlia: Is he the first thing you think of when you wake?
Lily: Yeah, but-
Dahlia: And the last thing before you go to sleep?
Lily: Of course, but that's just-
Dahlia: And you feel butterflies in your stomach every time you see him that only worsens when he smiles?
Lily: *stares, wide-eyed, face reddening with a small gasp* ... ... ...
Dahlia: *chuckles, brushing aside Lily's bangs and cupping her cheek* Take it from your big sis, Lily. You're in love with Ollie.
Lily: *slowly smiles* I-I really am in love... Aren't I?
Cosmos: *scoffs and continues playing* Still gross.
Dahlia: I really do believe you are. And, by the looks of it with the personal invitation, he may feel the same. *chuckles but then gets serious* But tell him if he hurts you, I'm breaking his legs off. *perks up* Now, let's head to the mall and find you a gown and tiara for the party.
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**Jacq and Harley had yet another argument about Jacq running off which led into Harley physically restraining her, which isn't hard given that her new body is a lot lighter than her old one and his being robotic, but she's able to kick off objects and ends up with them on the floor with a loud crash, Harley on his back**
Jacq: LET GO, DOC!
Harley: *arms clamped around her, keeping her pressed to his chest* Not until I'm sure you won't just run off and leave me here!
Jacq: What are you? A fucking turtle!?
Harley: You KNOW these bodies can't get up without assistance!
Jacq: Get your other bodies to do it!
Harley: Do you know how long that will take!?
Jacq: Does it look like I care?! LET ME GO!
Harley: If that's your attitude, then you'll just have to sit tight until another one comes in! We're going to be here a while.
Jacq: *starts screaming and fighting to get free but he doesn't budge*
Harley: Scream all you want, Miss Napier. No one is coming to save you.
**Sometime later**
Jacq: *just laying there angrily against him, flicking things on the floor out of boredom next to the two of them and gives a huff*
Harley: *watching at the ceiling, gloating over the fact he had control over her* Ready to comply?
Jacq: *scoffs* As if!
Harley: Then what was that huff for?
Jacq: ... There's been a lot of tension between us since all this happened.
Harley: Obviously. And?
Jacq: Normally, that ends one way with the men, and a handful of women, I've rivaled over the years, regardless if we were on the same side. It's strange this time around...
Harley: I'm not sure I follow.
Jacq: ... ... ... Do you ever miss getting horny?
Harley: WHA-?! *his screen shorts out and his arms drop to his side, releasing her*
Jacq: *bursts into laughter hard enough to make her roll off of him*
Harley: *from a TV nearby* THAT ISN'T FUNNY!
Jacq: I DIDN'T KNOW THAT WOULD HAPPEN!
Harley: NEITHER DID I! DON'T DO IT AGAIN!
Jacq: *sits up* So?! Do you?!
Harley: I-I'M NOT ANSWERING THAT!
Jacq: Hold on, does this mean you're a virgin?!
Harley: I'M NOT ANSWERING THAT EITHER!
Jacq: I'm not hearing a no!
Harley: *growls* Don't you have some place you have to run off to?!
Jacq: Not anymore I don't! Yes or no, Sawyer?!
Harley: *glares before the screen shuts off*
Jacq: Aww! Come on! *looks up at a security camera that looks away immediately* Don't be a prude! We're both adults! I'm just exchanging and comparing experiences! I at least want to know if that's something you go through too! *doesn't get an answer and shrugs* Welp, guess this means I get a quiet day.
Rules for thee, not for me. - Everyone who worked for Playtime Co. is meant to die during the Hour of Joy. Harley arrogantly disregards that memo. If he refused to follow orders while human, why would he start now?
Harley Sawyer X Security Guard!Reader (GN)
Part 1 - Part 2
Heads up: Violence and gore ahead!
Harley X Security Guard!Reader saga: Pt. 1 - Pt. 2 - Pt. 3 - Drabble 1
(If you see something in the first three parts you want expanded on, don't be afraid to send an ask! I can start doing requests soon!)
“Okay. Yes, Warden, the technician is here. I’ll make sure Yarnaby is out of his way. All right. Thank you, Sir.”
You turned your attention to an older man wearing a Playtime Co. technician uniform carrying a tool box as you hung up the phone and stood from your desk.
“Well, your timing is perfect. Yarnaby tends to be asleep around this time and shouldn’t be up for another hour,” you smile, pulling keys out of your pocket and leading him to Yarnaby’s enclosure.
“Sounds like the usual lazy house cat. Oh, to be able to sleep in like that.”
“I hear you on that. He does have those moments. He’ll loaf and stretch like one. And the butt wiggles before he pounces on his toys are the cutest, even at his size. Once you get past his vicious side, he’s actually just a big kitten,” you snickered. “You should see him chasing a laser dot.”
“Has to be hours of entertainment.” he chuckled. “Bet that tummy is a trap when he lounges about on his back.”
“Oh, you have no idea. The urge of just laying against it is immeasurable. I often debate if it’s worth losing an arm or my head over-”
Halfway to your destination, the sound of Yarnaby’s door opening made you stop in your tracks in confusion. How…?
Everything that followed happened so fast and slow at the same time. Yarnaby bounded from his enclosure and toward the two of you. The technician shoved you back to the floor as the massive toy pounced. A sickening crunch and blood splattering the area made you flinch. You’re sure some of it hit your face. A dull “thud” of the technician’s headless body against the floor when Yarnaby jerked his head to the side made your stomach turn.
Every fiber of your being screamed at you to run but you couldn’t as you stared at what transpired. You had never seen Yarnaby kill someone, only injure them. You’ve heard of cases, but never saw them. You understood why you were chosen for this. No deaths had happened when you were there for him. This broke the illusion you had of being untouchable around the toy lion, despite never testing your luck around him.
Once Yarnaby was done snacking on the technician’s head, his attention fell to you and he crouched down once more. It was your turn.
“Yarnaby…” you whispered, crawling backward on your elbows the best you could, trying to ignore the numbness that had engulfed your mind. The blood made it hard for your heels to grip the floor, slipping several times. Yarnaby’s body began to wiggle, indicating a pounce but when he launched himself toward you, something rushed past you and caught Yarnaby by his chest and paws before he came down on you. This snapped you back to reality and you realized the vessel was now holding the toy lion back. Yarnaby hissed and snarled violently as it struggled to get free from the robotic grips.
Taking this opportunity as a second chance, you forced yourself to your feet and bolted for your office, slipping slightly due to blood before slamming and locking the door behind you. Without a second thought you dove for the phone. Number after number was either busy or off the hook but as soon as you got through to someone on the upper floors, it devolved into screaming before the call cut out. Several more attempts ended this way and it made you realize that something was happening. Something massive and horrible. Yarnaby’s release was only the beginning. A siren begins to blare throughout the wing and you lower the phone to your side.
“What the hell…”
The sound of the door behind you being forced opened made you drop the phone. Turning, you could see the vessel’s form on the other side and you scrambled behind the desk to have something between the two of you. You ripped open the drawer next to you and, after some blind groping, you retrieved a pistol which you quickly loaded and held close. You made fun of it when you first got it, and you’d make fun of it now considering what good would it actually do other than piss someone off? You weren’t even sure what it could do against a sturdy automaton. Break the screen?
“Come out, Officer. You are safe, for now.”
That voice sent a jolt up your spine. Cautiously, you raised your head just enough to look over the desk. There, on the other side stood the vessel, towering over you with a relaxed eye on its screen, its arms folded behind its back.
“Doctor S-Sawyer?” you breathe.
“Unfortunately, yes,” the vessel moved as if he were talking. His head followed you as you stood and you unconsciously placed the gun on the desk. “It’s been a while, hasn’t it? I had hoped our reunion would be on better terms, but here we are.”
“I don’t… I don’t…” you stuttered, looking him over. “... Understand…? How-?”
“It’s a long story, my dear, but we can reconnect later. Right now, we need to focus on relocating you to a more secure location.”
“The whole time… You were here…?”
“Yes. And no. I am here, but I’m also elsewhere. Regardless, I have made sure you were safe and remain adamant in keeping you that way.”
“Y-You-” The sound of screaming in the distance made you jump. “What’s going on?! What’s happening, Doctor?!”
“Please, calm down. A rebellion is taking place. Playtime Co.’s time is done.”
“A rebellion…?”
“One for the ages, apparently. ‘The Hour of Joy’, they’re calling it. This place is filled with conspirators and backstabbers who want nothing more than to burn this place to the ground, one way or another. How do you think I came to be… this?” he motioned toward himself. “But don’t fret. I will- Oh. One moment. I hear the Warden. Excuse me, my dear.”
The TV screen went black and the vessel shifted slightly as if it had powered off. The silence that followed, saved for the muffled siren, gave you time to think on what he had told you.
Sawyer had been around you the entire time and, by his own admission, he was protecting you. Why? You also had to wonder what he meant. He was here but elsewhere? He became… the vessel? You were relieved that you were right and hadn’t lost your mind thinking back to when you had been locked in Yarnaby’s enclosure, however, it came with more questions than answers. And who were ‘they’? The Hour of Joy? What-?
The vessel moving and the screen flashing pulled you from your thoughts and Sawyer let out a deep, almost sinister chuckle.
“What is it? Is the Warden okay?”
“Hm? Oh, the Warden. Yes, yes, he’ll be fine. He gave me the Omni-Hand so I now have access to the entire facility. He is on his way out with a path I made for him. Now, I am prepared to do the same for you,” the vessel offered you his hand. You stared down at it before looking up at the screen.
“He… gave you… the Omni-Hand? The key to literally every door in this place? Why? Why would he give it to you, of all people?”
“He said it himself, he could only open one door at a time. However, in my possession, I can open a direct line out of the facility.”
“If he could open one door at a time, how are you able to do that then?”
“You will see soon enough. Let me help you, Officer.”
Still, you hesitated. His tone became playful with a chuckle.
“What? Don’t you trust me?”
“Considering who you are, I… find it hard to.”
“Come now, haven’t I proven myself to you? I’ve protected you time and time again, even if you didn’t realize it. If I truly wanted you dead, I wouldn’t have stepped in any time you needed me.”
“Yes… That’s true. But why? You don’t exactly like me from what I remember.”
The vessel stared at you wide eyed before crossing his arms, standing at full height while he curled a finger under where a mouth would be.
“I guess you could say I’ve grown accustomed to you, my dear,” he flicks his hand, nonchalantly.
“Oh,” you murmured before it clicked what he meant. “O-Oh!”
His behavior the last time you saw him finally made sense, him breaking into your dorm when you were sick and NOT killing you at your most vulnerable, keeping Yarnaby close to see you when he usually didn’t interact with him before, all of it. It was a bit to process.
Slamming somewhere nearby made the two of you look toward the door.
“We can talk once I get you to my lab. For now, hide. I’ll come for you once everything calms down enough,” Sawyer growled. “You will be slaughtered like the rest if you try moving now.”
“Slaughtered?!”
“Do you have a GrabPack ready?”
“N-No, it was sent in for repairs two days ago after Yarnaby mistook it for a toy. It wasn’t rushed since I don’t need to use it as often.”
“He always had an affinity for putting his mouth on things he shouldn't… I’ll find one with the appropriate hands to bring you to me. There may be a handful of constructed obstacles you need to get over between here and there.”
You furrowed your brow. ‘Bring you to me’?
“It’s fortunate that Yarnaby’s enclosure is more isolated than the rest of the North Block. There shouldn’t be many coming this way to look for survivors. Just to be safe, find a high place and stay hidden until I return.”
“F-Fine, but who-”
“Hm. Perhaps I can use the body in the hall to buy some time…” he muttered then paused, glancing at you. “Get undressed.”
“WHAT? Absolutely not-!”
“I need your uniform to create a dummy. Playtime Co. doesn’t exactly keep them in a convenient hall closet that just anyone can access. You have other clothing, just go to your room and get them.”
“Then why don’t I just go to my room and change and give them to you after!? It's literally two doors down!”
The eye stared at you before Sawyer turned away with a huff and crossed his arms.
Harley Sawyer X Yarnaby's FAVORITE Security Guard!Reader drabble.
Just because he's embarrassed to reveal himself to you, doesn't mean he isn't watching...
Pt. 1 - Pt. 2 - Pt. 3 - Drabble 1
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“It got out! Again! I thought you were supposed to be watching it!”
“He got out because an idiot opened his enclosure while my back was turned, thinking they were going to show off to the other idiots around them despite knowing he is territorial AND attacks literally everyone!”
“You’ve got a lot of gall talking back to me! I outrank you!”
“Clearly someone made a mistake! I have to wonder how you even got your job if you didn’t have enough common sense to not walk into a literal lion’s den! You’re lucky I got him back in there before the Warden returned from his meeting and no one was killed! Corralling him now is nowhere near as easy as it was before!”
“Look what it did to my arm! And two of my guys had to be rushed to the medical wing-!”
“Good! I hope it hurts! None of this is Yarnaby’s fault! Maybe it’s mine for thinking my coworkers weren’t lobotomized with the survival instincts of a table leg!”
“Oh, just WAIT until the Warden gets back! He’s going to love to hear that you failed at keeping that thing in its enclosure!”
“Okay, Dumbass, then have fun explaining to him HOW that happened! There’s cameras all over the place! You may outrank me, but this is a heavily secured area! None of you are even supposed to be in this wing!”
The security guard wearing a makeshift sling glaring you down stepped forward intimidatingly but you held your ground. His arm lashed out, snatching your collar.
“Fine, then if I’m going down, I should use this opportunity to teach you a lesson about talking back-!” he started with a growl but his eyes glanced past you and his expression shifted from red with rage to wide-eyed terror with his face going white as a sheet. He cleared his throat before releasing your collar and backing away. “L-Look, we won’t say anything if you won’t. Got it? We’ll come up with something else to tell the Warden if he asks.”
“What?” you furrowed your brow, confused at the tone change.
Turning your head, you caught a glimpse of the mechanical vessel standing at its charging dock, staring with a red-eyed screen which changed to inactive a moment later, as if it realized you saw it. The sound of the door closing at the far end of the hall made you glance to see you that the other guard had left.
Seeing that you were now alone in the area, you took this opportunity to approach the vessel cautiously. You understood why it spooked the guard. Only the Warden had the ability to activate it when he was in the vicinity, which he wasn’t. He was supposed to be meeting with the head of production multiple floors up.
After a short time of staring, you decided it might have been a fluke somehow, but before you pulled away to check on Yarnaby, the screen came on again. This time, the eye slightly cracked open before looking left to right, only to widen when it saw you and the screen turned off, causing you to gasp and stumble back in shock.
Your mind raced on what this could mean. With so many dangerous entities in the Shelf, you opted to head back to your office without taking your eyes off of the vessel before trying to figure out what you saw, just in case. For good measure, you pushed a filing cabinet against the door with the intention of only moving it when the Warden came to check on you.
With his screen off, Sawyer curled his hands into fists hard enough to start shaking.
You know, the fun thing about being an adult in a toy body in Poppy Playtime while not having your noodle scrambled via conditioning is you can torment Harley with perfectly placed adult humor and innuendos that goes over the orphan's heads, even Ollie's/The Prototype's head, hoping he'll get the stick out of his mechanical ass and grow a sense of humor to reciprocate over the decade before the Player shows up. He'd get so used to you doing it that he chides you for it and you can tell him that it's his own dirty mind that went there since that's not how you meant it. |D
Even if he turns you into a toy after the Game Over scene, that can be the case until the Prototype has enough of Harley and pulls his plug.
Yeah... I can see how I came to like The Doctor right off the bat considering I had a huge crush on this thing back when FLCL was airing on Adult Swim:
(Do you think he'll let me borrow two Sarley Hawyers and spray paint and rework them like this? >.>)
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Harley Sawyer X Yarnaby's FAVORITE Security Guard!Reader Pt. 3
The Shelf.
Pt. 1 - Pt. 2 - Part 3
-The Guard, after some time away, ends up being sent to the Shelf upon Sawyer's apparent "departure." They're not told why until they get there and see that Yarnaby has been transferred there, only now completely feral toward anyone who went near him.
-The higher ups believe the Guard can "break" his conditioning that Sawyer imposed on him because of their history with the experiment. Unfortunately, the first time the Guard faced Yarnaby, they escaped by the skin of their teeth.
-The other security guards keep their distance from them, a far cry from what the Guard was used to in their other posts. It's a lot more isolating than they are used to. The Shelf itself is suffocating, depressing, and cold.
-The scientists don't sugar coat it and tell the Guard that Yarnaby's heartbreaking situation was due to Sawyer isolating him for too long and being the only thing in the lion's life. When asked about Sawyer's whereabouts, they're told he's been moved elsewhere but can't, or won't, say where.
-The Guard was told that this was temporary, only to find out that the position is permanent and they are not allowed to leave until Yarnaby is reconditioned. This seems impossible since all the tactics they had used before did not work now. They're also not allowed to interact with anything else being kept in the Shelf, nor are they allowed to ask questions about it.
-Sawyer, having already been made into Experiment 1354, immediately notices the Guard's return and struggles talking to them. Anytime they enter a room where the scientists or Warden is talking to him, he shuts up, almost afraid that they'll hear him. He won't admit it, but he's embarrassed and ashamed that he allowed what happened to him to happen. All he can bring himself to do at first is watch over them silently. He hates that the Warden has put two and two together and the teasing comments he gets.
-There is a mechanical vessel on the same level as the Guard's office and Yarnaby's enclosure that only the Warden could interact with which unsettles the Guard since it seems to just stop and stare at them whenever it's nearby before going on to do whatever it was ordered to do. At one point, the Guard turned to find it standing over them with its hand outstretched as if to touch their head, now their cheek once they were facing it, but it pulled away and left as soon as it could.
-The first time Sawyer says something around the Guard is during an incident where they were trying to work with Yarnaby and had been locked in the enclosure by another guard "as a joke." When Yarnaby got irritated and turned on the Guard as they were trying to leave the enclosure to safety but couldn't, Sawyer ordered Yarnaby to back down. To the Guard's surprise, he did. When they called out to Sawyer, he fell quiet. A few minutes later, the Warden opened the door and quickly pulled the Guard out.
-Asking about Sawyer again is met with resistance, mainly because they don't have the clearance to know about it, and it irritates them because they KNOW they heard him. Yarnaby was looking up at the ceiling looking for him as well after he was called off. He HAS to be there. To Sawyer's delight, this seems to make the Guard curious, almost to the point of obsessiveness due to the radio silence they're getting, about him and his whereabouts more than before. It makes them think that Sawyer wasn't just in another area, but something had happened to him and he was there. Sawyer hears them talking to themselves about him, wondering aloud what Playtime did to him. He's debating on how he could tell them and wishes he could just bring them to him but knows he doesn't have access to do that. He would need the Omni Hand.
-When they aren't working with Yarnaby or thinking about what has happened to Sawyer, the Guard is playing games on a terminal in their office against the computer set on the hardest mode. They're unaware that they're constantly playing against Sawyer himself. He almost always wins and finds it endearing that the Guard isn't just giving up after each loss. Instead of being angry when he loses, he just chuckles and plays again, a completely different reaction than he would have had when he first met them if he lost a game to them.
"You will be put to good use." <-- Been playing in my head most of the day, mainly because of dark story ideas.
I don't know about you, but this makes me think that you don't die when Sawyer gets a hold of you. A quick death doesn't fit his modus operandi. He seems to deal more with living subjects than dead. The orphans were alive when he transferred them into toy form, after all, and he complains that the Prototype doesn't have "test subjects," possibly meaning live humans, outside of the orphans in the labs. You shouldn't be any different. If anything, you've probably been incapacitated or maybe even paralyzed when he is successful in stopping you to give him time to figure out what he wants to do to you. I imagine the options are endless in his eye, as long as you stay alive, that is.
So, he could keep you alive for as long as possible, maybe even on life support if he takes it too far, for either entertainment or to experiment with new ideas, making his "death" screens even more terrifying.
Poppy Playtime but after you meet The Doctor, you keep hearing songs pertaining to surveiling until you get to his lair, as if he has had this playlist put together just to terrorize the experiments and make them aware he was there.
"Somebody's Watching Me" and "Every Breath You Take" a.k.a. "The Stalker Song" are just two on that playlist that you might hear multiple times, the latter if he ends up catching feelings (you might hear that song sooner before you even get to Ch. 4 if that's the case). Complain about it and the volume gets turned up.
If you ask the Prototype how he could stand Harley playing that music over and over again, he just pulls out fluff from under his cap where his ears would have been. That cemented the fact that showing annoyance only made it worse since some of the experiments act like they don't hear it or pretend to like it. It wasn't just a deterrent for you.
Harley: *working on an experiment with his back to the door*
Jacq: *voice echoing from the next room* Oh. Hello. *pause* No... No... Don't even think about it. Stop. I see that butt wiggle. You're not slick... Stop it. No! Bad kitty- DOWN KITTY!
**Yarnaby roars and crashing follows with Jacq yelling demands then in pain, which makes the mechanical vessel nearly break the scalpel in his hand and move quickly toward the door**
Harley: *groans* Oh no, YARNABY, DON'T EAT HER-!
**Before he makes it to the door, desperate hissing and scampering of metal claws against the floor makes him stop and Yarnaby comes bounding into the lab before hiding behind him, holding his paw up with a whine while shaking**
Harley: What-?! Yarnaby, what is wrong with you-? What happened?
Jacq: *stumbles into view, arm limp at her side, looking like a tornado hit her and Yarnaby hides his face behind Harley's cloak. Jacq wipes her mouth, revealing cracking at the sides, giving her a slight Glasgow smile with red liquid oozing from it which now stained across her lips* I bit him back.
Harley: You what-?
Jacq: He bit me, so I bit him back.
Harley: And you broke your mask again. Wonderful.
Jacq: Yeah... *pulls her shirt side to show a massive curved bite in the shoulder and chest deep enough to make cracks in the plastic* I'm also going to need some filler... No rush.
Harley: *sighs hard, pinching a non-existent nose bridge, becoming increasingly angry* I just fixed that area! *throws his hand toward the corner* Yarnaby, go lay down!
Yarnaby: *chatters before growling toward Jacq as he wanders off to a corner decorated in the corpses of Nightmare Critters and flops down with a huff* >B[
Jacq: *heads over to an empty table and hops on, scoffs* Oh, hush, you overgrown skein. I've dealt with kittens spicier than you. You're lucky you're cute.
Harley: *grumbles as he gathers some items to bring over* This is ridiculous!
Jacq: Hey, don't get angry with me. I didn't do anything this time. You're the one letting that rainbow cotton ball wander without a leash.
Harley: "This time." As if next time won't be your doing?
Jacq: *grins, widening the smile injury* You know me so well!
(Honestly, at this point, Jacq and Harley's relationship makes me think of scenes from Death Becomes Her between Bruce Willis and Meryl Streep when he's trying to hide the fact she's dead by repairing her body XD)
Harley Sawyer X Yarnaby's FAVORITE Security Guard!Reader Pt. 2
Part 1
-Upon acknowledging that his obsessive need to have the new guard torn apart for interrupting Yarnaby's conditioning has ventured into something more aggressively affectionate, Sawyer subtly starts allowing the guard to be around him more without complaint while still playing up the hate toward everyone else.
-Sawyer also starts taking candid photos of them to look at throughout the shifts, mainly to figure out what has changed, though he finds that the pictures help him get through otherwise sluggish days. If someone catches a glimpse of the photos and asks about them, he simply replies "blackmail," which isn't surprising since he's done that to others within the company before, including Leith.
-He's also gone out of his way to match his shifts to theirs, but pouts when they either can't make it or switches shifts with another guard last minute. Sawyer finds that he adores having the nights where the guard is usually alone, knowing no one would disturb them. It gives him... ideas. He just has a hard time coming up with plausible justifications to be around them naturally unless it has something to do with Yarnaby... who will probably "escape" several times during those nights or Sawyer starts training Yarnaby to follow him around to make the guard come to him. He's finding it even harder to get them to stay otherwise and chalks it up to being intimidating.
-With Yarnaby as a lure, Sawyer now has to figure out how to talk to the guard without sounding arrogant and boastful since he notices it doesn't get him their attention. It goes straight to Yarnaby and they "yes" him to death to get him to shut up.
-When made aware that the guard has called out due to sickness, Sawyer suddenly finds that he has business near the security dorms. What that business is, he won't elaborate to anyone, but a feverish guard might wake to find his shadowy form standing over them, just staring menacingly. If he's holding a pillow, the guard thinks Sawyer has finally snapped and this is how they die... only to be confused when he uses it to elevate their head. His excuse for being there? To see if the guard caught anything from the experiments. He is a doctor, after all. Just ignore the fact he's a neurosurgeon and not a general practitioner.
-The guard isn't stupid and sees the slow escalation on Sawyer's part over their time there. This could be considered an HR issue, but they know HR in Playtime is like walking into a shredder. You're only hurting yourself.
-When it's time for the guard to go back to their original post, Sawyer throws one hell of a fit. Losing full access to them leads him to destroying an observation room then blaming it on Yarnaby who had been relaxing in the corner when caught. It would be incredibly difficult for him to justify going to their original area and he's nowhere near ready for anyone to know that he's fully embraced his crush, not even the guard. Perhaps threatening their superior with Yarnaby will have them sent back to where they belong, where he can access them whenever he wants. They're his, after all.
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Harley Sawyer X Yarnaby's FAVORITE Security Guard!Reader
-During the first attempt at isolation to make Yarnaby less docile and more aggressive to those around him, a security guard from another area is moved to Yarnaby's section after a spat with their lead. Yarnaby has been a menace recently, putting several employees either in the medical wing or in body bags, much to Sawyer's delight.
-Though it was never outright stated, the punishment was meant for the guard to have to deal with Sawyer for a few months, not Yarnaby, with how much everyone hated The Doctor and his attitude. This also meant dealing with Sawyer letting random experiments loose on the floor at night to see who survived to get them used to human flesh. Unfortunately for Sawyer, the security guard is actually very competent at their job, using various creative methods to put the experiments back into their holding areas without harming them or anyone else.
-The security guard, much like the others, doesn't know that the experiments are orphans from Playcare, but rather just crazy toy inventions given life in hopes of using them for the factory.
-Yarnaby's affection toward this guard drove Sawyer to obsessively target them specifically, wanting nothing more than for Yarnaby to tear their throat out for having the audacity to interfere with his isolation plan.
-One of the guards was pinned to the ground during one of Yarnaby's escapes and nearly had his face bitten off. Luckily, this happened during lunch and the new guard quickly tossed a peanut butter covered cracker into the rainbow lion's gaping maw which stopped the attack immediately. This resulted in Yarnaby sitting in a corner of the lunch room, happily licking his chops calmly for an hour. Yarnaby now looks for treats from the guard when they're around.
-Another escape saw the guard alone one night with Yarnaby stalking the halls. The guard was able to lead the giant plushie back to his cell using a squeaky toy while hiding behind corners and bolting when Yarnaby got close enough. Sawyer entered that morning, sure that the new guard was dead, only to find them doing a crossword in the observation room while Yarnaby played fetch with himself with the toy behind glass and it immediately soured Sawyer's mood for the rest of the day.
-Any time Yarnaby is out and about or in a mood, the rest of the security team sends the new guard in while hiding in one of the more secure rooms. Thanks to the guard, maulings via Yarnaby had decreased significantly.
-Yarnaby is fascinated by the guard singing to themself and will get close enough to the glass to scare the bejeezus out of them when they happen to glance back at him. He tilts his head left and right like a dog figuring out a noise, before trying to replicate it with his lullaby voice box.
-At some point, the guard will start playing 80s, early 90s cartoons for Yarnaby to entertain him in the middle of the night. This would result in the two cuddling together with a blanket at the end of the guard's shift once Yarnaby seems content when they're in his vicinity.
-Because Sawyer is a dick and the guard starts picking up on the targeting, they mess with his things when he isn't looking. Small stuff first. Sawyer just set his coffee cup down and left the room to retrieve something? It shows up on the opposite side of the room where Sawyer had passed earlier, making The Doctor think he misplaced it himself. Sometimes, he would turn away only for the guard to pass by, pick up the mug and place it on the other end of the desk so when Sawyer goes back to pick it up, he's grasping at air. Next, his pens go missing entirely and the guard beings to collect them in their desk before sticking them in the ceiling above Sawyer's work station to see when he'd notice them. Then Sawyer finds sticky notes in his own handwriting that he does not remember writing because the guard learned how to replicate his handwriting and the way he talks to make the notes seem genuine. Sawyer starts wondering if there's a gas leak since the guard is slick enough to get in and out without him seeing them, mostly due to his tunnel vision toward his work. The other guards get a kick out of this, watching it in real time via the cameras with the silent agreement that these moments will be erased immediately if Sawyer catches on and wants to check the cameras.
-The guard will never show Sawyer that he got under their skin once they realize his dislike of them. They pretty much "kill him with kindness" when he's being crotchety toward them. They're practically the only one who does that to him on the floor. It even extends to them getting his food and coffee orders from the assistants who are terrified of facing him, making sure they're correct, and dropping it off to him, so it makes him look crazy for complaining about them doing it. The other guards warn them that if he ever "returns the favor" to never eat/drink what he gives them because it's either laced with cyanide or spiked and they're going to wake up on an operating table under his knife. His hatred for them is quite apparent to everyone around them.
-One of Sawyer's colleagues calls him out on his behavior, especially after it becomes crystal clear that Sawyer gets extremely jealous when Dr. White talked to/about the guard, wondering aloud if he was masking a massive crush with intense hatred. This makes Sawyer go off the handle while denying it. He's not a child and "crushes are childish." The colleagues start asking him questions about the guard and he answers them each with confidence only to realize he knows a lot of intimate details about them via obsessive stalking. Of course, he still denies it to those around him, those details mean nothing, but it does make him think.
On lunch break atm, (work overnights) and I happened across a song that fits Ollie/The Prototype very well.
As for the "staring right into the sun" part, it could be a painted sun on the ceiling of his cell, perhaps while laying on the floor before he started to make alterations to himself.
Lyrics:
Looking in the eyes of a broken dream
Another new plan torn at the seams
(And) I don't know if it's all been me
Or someone else pulling at my strings
Living everyday like it's on repeat
Another played out dead end routine
Stuck in place as the walls close in
Plotting out my escape again
Crawling my way from a prison cell
No one can save me but myself
I know there's something more that I'm missing
(Hoping to find my place somewhere)
Staring right into the sun
Looking for the ending before it's begun
I just need a reason to bleed
It feels like my heart's going numb
I'm losing my place when I gave it all
It's Pushing my back up against the wall
When it takes everything to survive
It's hard enough just to feel alive
Every new scar that I try to hide
I need a way out but I'm out of time
I know there's something
holding me here at the bottom
(Hoping to find my place somewhere)
Staring right into the sun
Looking for the ending before it's begun
I just need a reason to bleed
It feels like my heart's going numb
The hues quickly change in my eyes
Kaleidoscope visions invade my mind
Leaving perception behind
Going blind now
Turn the lights out
Turn the Lights out as it fades to black now
I can't breathe help me crawl my way back out
This silence keeps screaming so loud
Going blind now, turn the lights out!
Staring right into the sun
Looking for the ending before it's begun
I just need a reason to bleed
It feels like my heart's going numb
Staring right into the sun (Staring right into)
Looking for the ending before it's begun (The ending before it's begun)
I just need a reason to bleed
It feels like my heart's going numb
Hearts going numb.
