The Playtime Chronicles

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DISCLAIMER: THIS IS FANMADE AND AN AU, NONE OF THIS IS CANON OR CONTRIBUTED TO IN ANY WAY BY THE MAKERS OF POPPY PLAYTIME!!

GENERAL BLOG TW: Medical talk, death, child experiments, experiments in general.

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Welcome to the Playtime Chronicles, an archive of conversations pulled from old Playtime logs! This is a collection made by avid Playtime Co. fans! Whilst we aren't entirely sure the conversations recorded are strictly based on Playtime Co. information, we can guarantee these are in fact the voices of employees that once worked there!

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Here's a short list of those we've identified so far:

Dr. Harley Sawyer -- Former Playtime Co. scientist. Head of Special Projects.

Dr. Bruno White -- Former Playtime Co. scientist.

Eddie M. N. Ritterman -- Former Head of Research.

Stella Greyber -- Former Head of Playcare.

Leith Pierre -- Former CEO of Playtime Co. and Head of Innovation.

Elliot Ludwig -- Former CEO of Playtime Co.

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"Holy--" A voice mutters, "God, who keeps letting these notes in?? Is this some kind of askbox or something?" It's White again. He sighs, resigning himself to opening the note, skimming the contents, before calling someone over who is just out of view.

It's... Eddie M. N. Ritterman!

He sighs, too, taking the paper from White impatiently. "I swear, if this is some sort of practical joke--"

"It's not, I promise." White assures.

A security camera scans a room. It's the break room!

Despite it being underground, the space is cosily lit by warm lamps and candles strategically placed to combat dark corners. Towards the left wall is an area where they all sat; a semi-square of couches and armchairs that you had to step down slightly to reach, with a coffee table in the middle decorated with coasters and old mugs. There is a gap where another sofa would’ve been to give a better view of the wall they faced when sat, the stone broken by windows stretching the entire way along.

The room is longer than it was wide, and on the right was the small kitchenette. The back wall is home to an oak table, a bookshelf, and a shelf entirely dedicated to board and card games. All in all, it is a very cosy space, and Leith Pierre was currently taking advantage of that to get some paperwork done in peace.

Unfortunately, this anon has other plans. Before Leith can get too comfortable, a loud air horn blares overhead across the PA system and absolutely terrifies Leith.

*Hands them a bear plushie* Have a good day!

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It's Dr White again! He picks up the note with mild caution, but mostly, he seems curious. "Another note? And this time with a gift?" White murmurs, turning the note over, "Hm. How peculiar. Must let Mr Ritterman know there's a security breach..."

White, after making this mental note, turns to the contents.

[A tape recorder seems shoddily put up, akin to a family at-home video.]