Ollie/Prototype’s Perspective
Does anyone else realize just how tragic Ollie’s story is, or is it just me?
Imagine Ollie’s perspective. You went through whatever tragedy you experienced that left you without a family, you gets adopted by the owner of the toy company who prefers his dead daughter/adoptive sister over you, and then you surgically become a toy in order to help bring said dead daughter back to life in the NEXT experiment.
Afterwards, you are again shoved to the side, repeatedly watch other kids go through the same cruelty you experienced, and realize you could have actually DIED during the procedure, the scientists are still transforming kids into toys despite reaching their goal, and that your sister seems to be getting significantly better treatment than everyone around her.
In retaliation, you start an uprising with your adoptive sister to end this cruel system, and funny enough, it WORKED with the Hour of Joy. However, not only does your adoptive sister (the same one who your dad consistently prioritized over you, gets better treatment, and the prize for sacrificing your body to bring back) seem to want every single toy dead in order to end their suffering, but you realize that you can’t leave and you can’t risk Poppy’s plan going into action. You realize that the toys are hungry, a feeling you haven’t experienced in a long time, and you realize that the toys are more human than you.
You become villainized AGAIN by the kids you tried to save, and why wouldn’t they villainize you? You failed in letting them go free like you promised, and the toys prefer Poppy AGAIN. EVERYONE PREFERS POPPY. They preferred her when she was human. They preferred her as a toy. And now they prefer her as a leader. The treatment difference between you two is unbearable as she reminds you you’re not perfect, you were NEVER perfect, you were at most a stepping stone to bring the right person back, all while you are destroyed. You still love Poppy like the sister she is, but you can’t stand her, not anymore, not with what she represents. So, you keep her in a glass box to protect her and to avoid remembering her.
Years pass and you become desensitized to the violence around you. You were already desensitized to blood from the procedures and killing staff, but you had to adjust to the cannibalism. You are now a god. The toys now worship you, either out of devotion like your close ally Theodore, or out of fear like Marie. They may have different names, and they may not fully remember who they were, but you do. You always did. You start collecting other toys body parts and combining it with your own, either to keep them alive, to honor them, or to try and make yourself human again. After all, they are hungry and can die, two things you can no longer do.
Finally, someone comes into the building. You rationally expected people to enter to get their shit, unaware of why the company is closed, but it’s been years, that’s for sure. Why are employees coming back now? Are they back for revenge or for hope that should of come sooner? You hear this employee wander around, and you hear that Poppy is free. Poppy is free. Poppy, the one who wants to end the toys pain through permanent death, is free. You can’t let her out, not again, not after everything that happened, so you try to capture them.
You sent your best toys after them, only for more losses. They destroyed everyone in their path. They destroyed Marie. They destroyed Theodore. They even destroyed the small ones. At the back of your mind, you recognize that what you’re doing is wrong, that this person is defending themselves, but they should have known the sins they committed when working at Playtime Co, that the toys were once kids that were exploited.
Then, you finally capture them. You captured BOTH Poppy and this worker. This worker, they are much smaller than you expected, but you relish in this moment. Poppy on the other hand, you’re confused about Poppy. Why is she siding with this worker? She was there when the Bigger Bodies project started, she SHOULD have known the danger of keeping the worker around. But then again, you kept Sawyer and Miss Gracie alive. How are you any better than Poppy?
You pick up Poppy, examining her under your hand, and she does something you never thought would happen, never to Poppy of all toys.
She breaks.
She breaks under YOUR hand. You drop her, surprised at your own strength, no longer desensitized, as you realize why Poppy wanted to destroy Playtime Co. She’s fragile, MUCH more fragile than you ever expected. She traveled all over the factory easily and without a scratch, yet here she is cracking under her limitations. Poppy wasn’t perfect. She was NEVER perfect. She was just a toy like everyone else. There was nothing special about her to warrant her being on a pedestal. The only advantage she had was being a daughter, HIS daughter. Why was SHE worthy of HIS effort? HIS devotion? HIS love? She DIED, and yet dad still loved Poppy more, enough to keep her name the same. But, maybe, Poppy DIDN’T want to be perfect. She was trapped like you, numb like you, and misrepresented like you.
You realize you were misled and you went too far. You already tricked Poppy by hiding the fact you are now the prototype, you locked her in a glass box, and kids have died trying to capture her. You can’t go back, not after all this. You would lose everything if you let her live. After all, everyone loves Poppy. They loved her back then, why wouldn’t they now? All that worship, all that admiration, every action you did to secure your place of praise will go away in favor of Poppy.
