Harley Sawyer x Harley Quinn (Experimentation on the mind of psycho woman)
A story of Suicide squad isekai where Joker is not the emperor, and Harley Sawyer from Poppy playtime is the one pulling the strings.
Takes place in episode 6
"You don't know anything about me!" Enchantress yelled, unleashing a burst of green energy that knocked Harley off her feet.
"Harley!" Joker shouted, his voice filled with panic as he saw his puddin' sprawled on the ground, dazed and barely conscious.
"Puddin'," Harley weakly gasped, her vision blurring as darkness closed in. She blinked and opened her eyes to a new world. A library of TV monitors flickered to life around her, each screen showing a single, ominous eye, watching her every move as she walked down a long, dimly lit corridor.
"What is this place?" Harley murmured, her voice trembling.
"Oh? A new specimen for my project?" a cold, menacing voice echoed, sending chills down her spine. "I've watched you for a long time, Harley Quinn. You will be the perfect candidate for my next... bigger body."
"Who's talking? Show yourself!" Harley demanded, gripping her bat tightly as she glanced around, trying to locate the source.
"They called me the Doctor," the voice continued, its tone growing darker. "But now, I am more than that. I am terror itself. I control the isekai world you've been sent to. My power knows no bounds here."
"Doctor, huh?" Harley scoffed, looking around for the voice's owner. "That makes two of us." She smirked, ready for whatever this place had in store.
"They thought they could kill me, ruin my ambition of making Playtime Co the greatest toy factory ever!" The voice hissed with venom. "They put me in this body, hoping I would go mad and die... But they were wrong. And now, with this universe under my control, nothing can stop me!"
"Yeah, yeah, quit with the sob story, doc," Harley mocked, sticking out her tongue. "Just show yourself already—unless you're too scared?"
"Oh, I'll show myself, alright," the voice retorted, growing more ominous. "You'll bow before my image!" With that, the two massive doors leading to the central room swung open.
Harley stepped forward cautiously, her heart racing with both exhilaration and unease as TV monitors stared down at her with their watchful eyes.
"What's so interesting about me that you've got all these creepy eyes on me?" Harley raised an eyebrow, trying to make light of the situation. "You a pervert or something?"
"You think this is funny?" the voice sneered condescendingly. Suddenly, the platform before her began to rise, revealing a motionless, metallic figure with bird-like claws and a TV monitor for a face.
"That must be him," Harley thought, her eyes narrowing as the single eye on the monitor flared to life, locking onto her.
"Woah... um, you look cool," Harley stuttered, her bravado faltering under the weight of the figure's menacing gaze.
"I will make you my final creation," the Doctor's voice echoed, dripping with malice. "I've got something special in mind for you..." His voice twisted into an eerie laugh.
"Not if you catch me first, freak," Harley said, narrowing her eyes. In a split second, she turned and bolted, her bat ready in her hand.
The Doctor's voice rang in her ears as she ran. There are only so many places you can't hide...Not from me... The voice whispered telepathically, chilling her to the core. As it spoke, multiple clones of the Doctor rose from the ground, surrounding her.
"Bring her back alive!" the Doctor barked, his eye on the monitor fading to black as he descended into the depths. The clones nodded and began chasing after Harley.
"Ha ha ha! Can't catch me!" Harley taunted, her voice dripping with playful defiance as she sprinted through the maze-like corridors. But the clones were relentless.
Eventually, she arrived at a prison area—a dark, ominous place where the most dangerous creatures were contained. She didn't hesitate.
"Release Yarnaby, Pianosaurus, and the nightmare critters!" Harley Sawyer commanded, the containment doors slowly grinding open.
"Oh, this is getting funner by the second!" Harley exclaimed as Yarnaby, a lion-like creature with long, rainbow-colored fur, growled menacingly at her.
"What a cute mutt!" Harley said sarcastically, stepping forward to pat the creature, but recoiling in fear when Yarnaby's mouth split open, revealing sharp, triangular teeth.
"Uh, never mind! Sit, mutt!" Harley yelped, taking a few steps back as the lion lunged.
Harley's voice called out again through the intercom, his tone mocking, "Yarnaby's my personal dog. He does whatever I ask. You can't tame him."
"Yeah, I figured that out," Harley chuckled nervously, eyeing the snarling beast.
"Resist, and I'll have Yarnaby bite off your hand," the Doctor threatened through the intercom. "He hasn't had human flesh in ages…"
"Yeah, no thanks," Harley shot back, running for her life, Yarnaby hot on her heels.
Suddenly, from the other side, Pianosaurus charged at her with its massive jaws wide open. Harley sprinted toward an open door, just narrowly dodging the attack.
"Stop her, you fool!" the Doctor shouted. "Don't let her get away!" The nightmare critters and clones closed in on her, desperate to capture her.
"Oww! Get off me!" Harley cried out as a nightmare critter clamped its plushie teeth onto her shoulder, drawing blood.
More critters jumped on top of her, pushing her to the ground as they fought over her flesh. Harley screamed in pain, the nightmare creatures gnawing and scratching at her body.
"Get off!" she shouted, swinging her bat wildly and knocking the creatures off of her. She staggered to her feet, but the onslaught didn't stop.
"Not so fast!" a clone of Harley Sawyer growled, reaching out with a cold, metallic arm. Harley quickly swung her bat, shattering the clone's TV monitor with a loud crash.
Back in the real world...
"Harley! Harley! Wake up!" Joker cried, shaking her unconscious body desperately. Deadshot, Peacemaker, Clayface, and King Shark stood around her, helpless.
"It looks like she's in another world," Clayface murmured, watching Harley thrash in her unconscious state.
Back in the Doctor's world...
"Let me go, you freak!" Harley yelled, struggling as the clones grabbed her, dragging her towards Harley Sawyer's lab. Yarnaby, Pianosaurus, and the nightmare critters scattered, allowing the clones to pass.
The clones cuffed her and opened the elevator door. As it descended into the lab, Harley's anger flared. "You're gonna regret this! I will—"
Her voice was cut off as one of the clones slapped a piece of tape over her mouth.
The elevator door opened to reveal a room littered with broken toys, skeletons, and dried blood on the tables. At the center of the chaos stood Harley Sawyer, his cold, calculating eyes turning toward her.
"This place…" Harley thought to herself, shuddering. "It's horrifying. This doctor's crazier than Puddin'!"
"Strap her to the bed," the Doctor commanded. "Let the experiment begin."
The clones forced her onto the table, securing her arms and legs tightly. Harley fought back, but she was too weak.
"You freak! Let me go!" she screamed, her heart pounding in her chest.
"Your puddin' isn't here to save you now," the Doctor taunted, a wicked smile curling on his face as he prepared a long needle.
"No! Don't you put that in me!" Harley yelled, panic rising in her throat as tears streaked down her face, ruining her makeup.
"You should be honored," the Doctor scolded, his voice chilling. "Your feisty attitude will make you the perfect tool for my grand plan. This is just the beginning... I need to administer this painkiller so you don't pass out when I begin the real work…"
"The real work?" Harley whispered, her voice trembling with fear.
"Oh, yes," the Doctor drawled, as he gestured toward a corpse, the remains of an intruder who had been turned into one of his clones. "Soon, your body will be just like this—lifeless and empty, awaiting the rats and bugs to feast on your corpse. You're just another specimen to me."
"No!" Harley shouted, struggling harder as he brought the needle closer.
The Doctor ignored her protests, his grip unyielding as he injected the needle into her arm.
Harley flinched at the sharp pain, her glare never leaving the Doctor. "You're delusional," she spat, trying to summon the strength to fight.
"No," the Doctor growled, his voice cold and final. "I am logic."
And with that, the chainsaws above her began to hum to life, the sound of metal sharpening against metal filling the room.
"I'm going to cut you wide open…" The Doctor's voice echoed, and the chainsaw descended.
Part 2
"Night night, Harley," The Doctor laughed, his voice echoing through the dimly lit lab as the chainsaw got dangerously close to her hand. The blade whirred menacingly, its teeth glinting in the harsh light.
"I am not done yet!" Harley shouted with defiance, using every ounce of strength in her body to break free from the restraints. In one fluid motion, she leapt off the bed, just as the chainsaw slammed into the mattress, slicing it cleanly in half.
"Resisting, are we?" The Doctor drawled, amusement in his voice as he turned toward his army of clones. "Subdue her!"
Harley's lips curled into a wide grin. "Yeah, I don't think so, minions!" she yelled, snatching her beloved bat from one of the clones' hands. With the familiar weight of the weapon, she swung with deadly precision, smashing each clone into pieces. The clones fell apart with every hit, their bodies collapsing into heaps of useless scrap.
"So then… You have chosen to die," The Doctor seethed, his face twisted with rage as he floated into the air on his platform, looking down on Harley with contempt.
Harley arched an eyebrow. "Oh, what are you going to do about it, Doc?" she taunted, her voice dripping with sarcasm.
"I will turn you into dust!" The Doctor growled, fury radiating from him as he activated the internal defense system.
"What's this?" Harley yelped in surprise as one of the turrets detected her. With a loud whirr, the turret locked onto her, bullets beginning to spray in her direction. Harley dove to the side, narrowly avoiding the gunfire as it riddled the area she had just been standing in.
Her eyes scanned the room, desperate for cover. She spotted a shelf nearby and quickly ducked behind it, her heart pounding in her chest. She peeked out just long enough to see the deactivation control panel for the turrets. Her lips curled into a mischievous grin.
Sighing deeply, Harley pushed off from the wall and sprinted towards the control panel with all the speed her body could muster. The turrets fired again, their deadly aim barely missing her as she slid across the floor to reach her goal.
Harley reached the panel just in time, pulling the lever down with a forceful yank, shutting down the turrets before they could detect her. The room fell silent for a moment, save for the faint whirring of the Doctor's platform hovering above.
"You pest!" The Doctor roared in frustration, his voice dripping with venom. But Harley wasn't listening. With a determined glint in her eyes, she sprang onto his platform with a grin.
"Looks like you lose, psycho," Harley said, her voice filled with manic joy as she swung her bat with all her might at his TV monitor head.
"No!" The Doctor screamed, his voice distorted as his monitor exploded into pieces. Sparks flew in all directions, and his head shattered into a mess of broken metal, leaving the remnants of the lab's twisted leader in a pile of junk.
Good riddance, Harley spat, her eyes glinting with satisfaction as she surveyed the destruction she had caused. She turned away, her breath coming in ragged gasps, as the world around her began to blur.
She felt her consciousness flicker, like the dimming of a light bulb. The nightmare that had felt so real began to slip away, the edges of it dissolving into nothingness.
Harley's eyes fluttered open as the familiar surroundings of the real world greeted her once more.
"Night night, Harley," The Doctor laughed, his twisted voice echoing as the chainsaw's blade got dangerously close to her hand.
"I am not done yet!" Harley shouted, her voice full of defiance. With every ounce of strength, she broke free from the bindings, her body springing into action just as the chainsaw tore into the bed with a horrifying screech.
"Resisting, are we?" The Doctor drawled with a menacing grin, before turning to his army of clones. "Subdue her!"
"Yeah, I don't think so, minions!" Harley shouted back, her eyes sparking with fire. Grabbing her bat from one of the clones, she swung it with ferocity, knocking the clones to pieces as she unleashed her signature weapon on them. "Bye-bye, boys!" she taunted, sending clone after clone crashing to the floor in a heap of scraps.
"So then... you have chosen to die," The Doctor seethed, his face twisted in anger as he rose into the air on his floating platform, his eyes burning with fury.
"Oh, what are you gonna do about it, Doc?" Harley laughed, a wicked smirk curling on her lips as she twirled her bat around her fingers.
"I will turn you into dust!" The Doctor growled, his fury palpable as he activated the internal defense system, his voice vibrating with menace.
"What's this?" Harley yelped, her eyes widening in surprise as one of the turrets locked onto her. Bullets began to fire, streaking through the air toward her. "Not today!" she yelled, ducking behind a nearby shelf, her body twisting and dodging with impressive agility.
Harley's eyes scanned the room and her gaze landed on the deactivation control panel for the turrets. She bit her lip, a wicked grin forming. "You're gonna need more than that, Doc," she muttered under her breath as she sprinted toward the control panel with all the speed her legs could muster.
Just as the turrets aimed their weapons at her again, Harley reached the panel, pulling down the lever just in time. The turret's fire stopped, and the red lights flashing above them turned off. Harley slid to the ground, breathing heavily but grinning triumphantly.
"You pest!" The Doctor roared, his rage boiling over as he looked down at Harley, his eyes nearly glowing with fury. "You'll pay for this!"
With a screech, Harley leaped onto the floating platform, her bat raised high above her head. "Looks like you lose, psycho!" she taunted, her grin wide and manic as she swung her bat toward his TV monitor head.
"No!" The Doctor screamed in fury, but it was too late. Harley's bat made contact with the monitor, shattering it in an explosion of sparks and broken metal. The Doctor's head imploded, the pieces of his monitor head scattering across the floor.
"Good riddance," Harley spat, stepping back from the wreckage as she began to feel her mind slip back to reality.
Her vision blurred for a moment, then cleared, and the familiar voices of her friends brought her back fully to the real world.
"Harley, you're awake!" Joker cried out, rushing to her side and wrapping her in a tight hug, his voice thick with relief.
"Aw, thanks, Puddin'," Harley said, her voice soft but genuine. "I'm so glad to be out of that nightmare."
"So, what happened?" Clayface asked, his voice curious but still filled with concern.
"Uh, nothing special," Harley replied, her eyes darting around as she pretended to think for a moment. "Just a lot of vicious monsters and TV monitor heads. Totally not creepy at all! Oh, and some scary doctor who wanted to turn me into one of his puppets. But no worries, I broke free, so it's all good now!"
Peacemaker sighed in relief, shaking his head slightly. "Glad you're alright then. Let's head back to the castle and report to Princess Fione about what happened."
Harley grinned, leaning into Joker's side as they prepared to leave. "Sounds like a plan, Puddin'. Let's get the heck outta here."