Remnant of Agony 5 - (FNAF AU Xovers)

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Looking at hallways as Poppy and I departed from the office, I could help but feel unease. Not just after listening to her own narration, of the experiments perpetrated in the facility, and what kind of monsters I may be up to face in the long run.

My target now was indeed the one foe that Poppy was after: the prototype. While the red-haired doll didn't seem to be aware of the full extent of the machine, the description she provided me was jarringly similar to what I was looking for.

The machine that William had built for PlayCo- it had been repurposed.

The way it came to life, the way how some of the humans-turned-toys worshiped it as a deity- it was testament that Remnant was involved to some extent. And that the extent which it was involved far exceeded what William had caused.

And Poppy told me something that left me grimacing in regard to my plan to set the place ablaze.

"Fire can destroy the surface rooms, but the facility develops to lower underground levels," The doll remarked, then gave me a tight look. "And there are innocents inside."

This left me at an impasse. Both a logical and moral one. As much as common sense could force me to still kill good folks to prevent this madness to go any further, it became clear that I couldn't do anything too simple or safe without doing more harm than good.

Thus, the plan was to descend further.

The next stop was some area which was used by the company to 'provide innovative schooling' to orphans. And as we left that office, the second reason for my unease came to be:

Something had changed the layout of the four opening cornerstone I had checked just outside the office. Heavy furniture had been moved, conveniently offering a way to our next stop, but barricading the spot where I came from.

I brought this up to Poppy and she went a bit stiff as she sat on my shoulder.

"Is that... so?" She asked with a low voice, eyes wide as she peeked at where I had indicated. "Then it's possible that we are being watched even now. Be careful."

A nod was all I produced from that, and I just trusted Poppy in sounding genuinely spooked by this turn of events. After all, the next few minutes which involved a whole lot of puzzling where she helped me seemed like she was truly trying to be helpful.

Then we arrived to a large corridor meant to take us to a elevator. There was a massive hole on the ground. Poppy had been off my shoulder for a solid minute now to help me out, so she was by the ground and dangerously close to it, peering down and frowning.

"That wasn't there last time-"

"Be careful," I warned, my voice static as... something didn't feel right. Poppy turned, a puzzled look on her face but then she tensed up as a pink gloved hand reached from the hole and caught her in its hold.

I rushed to her, but Poppy was snatched down. I looked at the hole, gritting my 'teeth' as I knew that this was a big jump. Can my stabilizers handle it?

One way to try...

I jumped. And the quiet descent was ruined by the screams of Poppy. My fall was then replaced by some sliding. My legs struggled as I felt the grinding and the sparks emerging from the suddenly sliding of metal upon the plastic tube.

Despite my swift move, I still failed to keep up. The legs groaned as a form of 'pain' ripped into me. The stabilizers worked... barely, but they did it. I couldn't make any other jumps until I looked into those and fixed up what may be broken at this point.

Sighing, I looked around and found myself in another cornerpoint with three doors. One was damaged, the other said 'Power' and was accessible, and the other was the Game Station: that was my destination. But first thing first, I had to activate the power.

After losing my wits with another infuriating puzzle to try and turn on the lights, I managed to get the gate leading to the Game Station to open up. Another corridor, another door - this time a red handprint above it meant I had to use the GrabPack to open it.

As the red hand shoot to the handprint, it got caught by a familiar pink-colored hand.

"Oh my, a new playmate~!"

Oh God, what now?

"I wonder what- uh?" The feminine voice paused, clearly confused as she couldn't just yank away the red-colored hand. "What is this!? I will- Ah!"

Panic exploded in the womanly voice as she was suddenly dragged down and she landed in front of me with a painful thud. I quickly noticed Poppy giving me a 'help me' wide-eyed look and I used my blue hand to snatch the doll off the noodle-armed pink thing that came from above.

The red-haired doll swiftly settling on my shoulder, frightened and yet still looking at her captor.

"Ugh, that was... unexpected~!" The thing exclaimed, and I paused as I recognized her as one of the forefront toys of the company.

"Mommy Long Legs?" I asked, and she tensed up, her eyes green and very much alive-like.

"Oh and what are you?" She hummed, hands reaching to the walls and allowing her to lift herself off the ground. "Oh my... like us! And yet not. I am so curious, and excited! A new friend! The others will be happy but..."

She tilted her head as she crawled over me.

"You are an adult, yes?"

...Why is this relevant?

"Yes?"

"Perfect! Then our date shall be wonderful~!"

"...Uh?"

She waved and then giggled away, crawling out of sight while leaving me and Poppy in a very confusing situation.

"What was that?" I asked, and the redhead shrugged, unsure on how to react to this either.

"Just be careful. She is in charge of those toys in this area."

I nodded, this much I got on my own but my brain was still recoiling from what I perceived as a rather sudden flirtatious assault from a pink woman-curved toy.

I am not sure anymore if this is normal or not. Then again, I am not exactly one that can talk much with how my current life is now...

AN

The descent continues! Poppy got snatched (and returned), and now we are waddling in some romantic waters. Will the Mommy gets her 'real' daddy? Or will Sparky find a way to not get molested despite being a corpse possessing an animatronic?