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The first of your senses to be assaulted was your smell. The putrid combination of burnt synthetic hair, melted plastic, and pure decay almost sent you to tears as you eyed your surroundings: an endless sea of mountains, all made up of forgotten and defective toys. Thankfully, there was a convenient trail, lit up by various lights to guide you to your destination. Taking a deep breath, you marched across the floor, taking note of every detail that held your attention, most of them being peculiar noises.
You finally met with the wired fence surrounding the prison, a bright light and blaring siren to accompany it. You quickly adjusted yourself as you noticed bright vibrant colours in your peripherals. You quickly jerked your head and readied your flares from your GrabPack. An army of small toys resembling Huggy Wuggy ambushed you from the pile of decrepit toys. With a startled yell, you shot your flares, setting some on fire and scaring others away. The survivors ran away, leaving you to catch your breath. You looked back at the wired fence, noticing the metal door behind it now closed shut.
“Damn it”, you groaned, “Gotta find another way in” You directed your attention to where the army of toys retreated. You huffed, following their pathing in hopes of another entrance. After a few minutes of scaling piles of rotten toys and jumping across dangerous cliffs, you found a room. Inside resembled a giant toy train. Before you could analyze the train though, a phone rang through your ears. Slightly startled from the sudden sound, you answered it.
“Hey. It’s me again, Ollie” You sighed, a familiar voice easing your nerves slightly, “I wanted to talk to you. Before you go inside, I mean” What came next was Ollie telling you to keep your guard up and that the prison was, indeed, Hell… As if the billions of dead toy corpses outside wasn’t a dead give away. You nodded as Ollie hung up. You looked around the room, sights set on the train. You had a hunch that it could be a way inside. So with a bit of sleuthing, you found a key and managed to power back up the train. You approached one of the empty cars and hopped inside. With a deep breath, you closed the door behind you, eager to enter the prison and find Poppy’s allies.
Your body rocked slightly as the train started its journey down the tracks. For a few seconds, all you could hear was the puff of smoke and the wheels grinding on metal bars below. You couldn’t see anything, your car cloaked in never ending darkness. You were so hyper focused on the train noises you didn’t even notice the slight humbuzz of the television behind you. You did notice a slight bright purple tint coating the car, but you paid no mind. Probably just your eyes finally adjusting to the lack of light.
“Hmm, now what’s this? Do I feel something squirming its way beneath my skin?” Your concentration finally broke. You finally noticed the dim lighting and turned to the source. A television, high in the corner of the car, projected an eye, “An invasive, foreign little germ? After all this time?” You felt your breath pick up slightly. Not out of fear, though. Something about the way he spoke, it made you… Feel things, “Ah, but I see… You …”
As the train car shook once more, you felt your face heating up. Internally, you were shaming yourself. You had an important mission, you shouldn’t be feeling like this. Especially since you just saw billions of rotten corpses and even climbed over a few of them, “Well, little germ, let’s make a game of you” You scoffed, attempting to veil your flustered state.
“Whatever it is, I’m not playing” you barked at the CRT tv above you. The shakiness of the car grew, you could barely keep your stance, “I don’t have time for this”
“Oh, such a feisty little germ you are” He chuckled. You groaned, the way he laughed not helping with your emotions whatsoever, “There are no shadows here that would be of use to you. Not even the ground beneath your feet is yours” With one more aggressive jolt from the train, you fell to the floor. Landing on your head, you kept your face glued to the television as your consciousness began to fade, “There are no places you can hide. Not from me…” You passed out, the last thing hearing was his sinister laughter once more.
-TIMESKIP-
Your eyes felt heavy as you attempted to pry them open. You rose your hand to rub your face, sluggishly taking in your new environment. You didn’t recognize it, not at all. Were you inside the prison? Where were the others? One thing you did know, for sure, is that you were going up. And someone, or something , was carrying you there. You could feel it’s warm breath riding down your neck and soft growls from behind you. You tried looking behind you to see what it was, only noticing a rainbow of yarn surrounding you.
“There we are. You’re finally awake” The voice spoke once more, immediately waking you up, “You know, I never thought I’d see another like you: a human. But something makes you different. I can tell that much” You felt your emotions kick in again. God the sultriness of his voice was just enough to get you worked up, “Though I can’t say what exactly that something is. Not yet” The elevator finally stopped at a long corridor. The walls were plastered with CRT tvs, similar to the ones in the train car.
The creature walked down the hallway, your shirt tightly in its maw. As you approached a set of doors, they swung open by themselves, revealing you to quite a sight. In the center of the room, there was a metal container, holding a brain, suspended. Surrounding it were more television screens, all sharing the same familiar humbuzz. And right in the front of it all was an old computer, probably as ancient as the televisions. But there was something else in the room. An entity, covered in what seemed to be rags. It turned around, its face projecting the same purple eye as the one from the train.
“I see Yarnaby has treated you well” The voice came from all directions. The creature, seemingly named Yarnaby, carried you deeper into the room. It dropped you from its teeth at the base of the mechanical entity. You sat up and eye it up and down, taking note of every visible wire, every sprinkle of rust and blood across its metal inhuman body. You also noticed that his covering was made of various lab coats, dyed deep shades from grime over the years, “Enjoying the view, little germ?”
“Of course not” You rose up to your feet, already flustered. He took one of his needle-like fingers and gently stroked your cheek. You swatted it away, the freezing temperature of his metal lingering on your hand, “Don’t touch me”
“Dear Yarnaby, could you leave us be, please?” His hand shooed away the creature behind you. Though you were full of curiosity, you didn’t turn to face it. Your eyes stayed glued to the mechanical monster before you. You heard the doors shut, leaving just the two of you, “My name is Doctor Harley Sawyer. Before Playtime Co. went under, I was-”
“I’ve heard of you” You cut him off, “There were rumors among coworkers. One of them being that you were responsible for the toys and mascots coming to life. Another one being that you killed people to keep them alive” You scowled at him, “Seeing everything I’ve seen, I’m starting to believe them” Sawyer chuckled once more.
“How informed you are. Yes, I am the one responsible for experiments 1170, 1188 and 1222, along with all the other, smaller ones” You could feel him smirking with pride, “And you’ve handled them quite well, I must say”
“Taking pride in murdering innocent people just to play god is sick” You spat at his feet, “And if that’s what you plan to do to me, then over my dead fucking body” You readied you flare once more.
“Now, let’s not be rash, my dear” Sawyer’s tone felt solemn, which seemed out of character from his usual prideful tone, “I wouldn’t have personally brought you here just to be another experiment. If that’s what I wanted… I would have already done so” You kept your flare to your body, still prepared to shoot.
“Then spill it. Why bring me here?” Sawyer extended his hand. You followed it, noticing a metal operating table behind you. You immediately turned back to Sawyer, aiming your flare at him as your face contorted in a blend of fear and rage, “Funny. Real funny”
“I keep my word not to operate on you in any way. All that I ask is for you to take a seat” You sighed. You kept your flare aimed at him as you backed up to the table. You didn’t sit on it though. You had a feeling you would have been restrained, “Good. Now then” Sawyer began to approach you, stopping a few inches away from you.
“Hurry up and get it over with” You tapped the barrel of your fare against his chest, a ‘ding’ echoing through the room.
“Impatient, aren’t we? You resemble the others in that way” You could feel him smirk again, “Do you remember me saying that there was something different about you?” You jerked your head up and down, “I’m hoping this little game can help me decipher just exactly it is”
“What’s the game?” Sawyer leaned over you, resting his mechanical hands on the table and trapping you. You craned your neck up and locked your eyes to the screen.
“My dear, let me illuminate for you an obvious truth: survival necessitates choices. Difficult choices” His voice began to turn you on once more, but you fought to keep your composure, “For years I’ve been trapped underneath the facility, the only interaction I get are my experiments. They act more like… Animals. Needy little pets. I used to be man before those bastards turned me into this . Though despite my lack of physical form, I still have my… Human needs…”
“What… Does this have to do with me?” You asked, partially out of curiosity. You felt Sawyer rake one of his claws up your thigh. You exhaled at the sensation.
“You can help me feel human once more, nourish my needs and desires, or… You can help Yarnaby by being his lunch” You yelled out as he pierced your leg with his finger, “This choice is yours, my dear” He dug his finger from your skin, a deep red dripping from the tip.
You eyed the crimson liquid dripping off his needle like claws, debating his offer as pain pulsated from your wound. Life or death, such an easy choice… So why were you thinking about it? You could feel his persuasion as he continued to rake his fingers up and down your body. You bit your lip to suppress any possible moans. You clenched your hand into a fist, attempting to resist him.
“Tick tock, little germ” You moaned through your teeth as he called you the familiar nickname. He chuckled, puncturing your skin once more. You winced at the pain, “Do you have an answer?”
“I… I…” You swallowed, dropping your flare, “Fine… I’ll help you” You slid off your GrabPack, letting it drop to the floor with a thud. You felt Sawyer’s cold hands grip your head and push you to the floor. Your eyes stayed glued to him as you rested on your knees. You could already feel the shame settling in.
“ Do it for Poppy, do it for the orphans ” you repeat to yourself in your mind, “ You’d be no use if you were monster food ” You felt something cold hit your face. You looked back down and noticed a cylinder attached to Sawyer. Despite the crudeness of the rest of his grimey body, this specific piece looked smooth, polished. Your eyes widened as you pieced together what it could have been, “ Oh god… ”
“So this is what it is, that one factor that separates you from everybody else: submission ” Sawyer maneuvered your head around his appendage, the tip resting gently on your lips. You could feel your heart pounding against your ribs. You slipped out a groan as you could feel your penis hardening against your clothes. Despite it all, you kept your cool.
“Don't think I’m doing this for you, you piece of-” Sawyer snapped his hips forward, jamming his metal shaft down your mouth.
“We’ll see, dear” His grip tightened on your scalp as he used your mouth like a personal fleshlight. You gagged, gasping for any sliver of air as his makeshift cock slammed against the back of your throat. All you could taste was freezing metal. You felt your own cock twitching in your pants as he slid himself in and out of you. You shook your head, suppressing these unwanted feelings, “Do you honestly believe that I can’t see you for who you are?”
“Hmm?” You darted your eyes back up to him. You were tempted to bite into him, make him feel a bit of pain just to satisfy you… Until you realized that it wouldn’t really do anything. Y’know, cause he’s a robot.
“I noticed it in the train car, when we first talked. Dilated eyes, heavy breathing, even a slight tint on your face. Even when you woke up, I saw it. You try to hide it, but it’s no use. I see everything that you are” You noticed Sawyer moving one of his legs as he gently pressed his foot on your crotch. You moaned, the cold metal digging softly into your cock as it begged for freedom, “This is purely symbiotic. You have the same desires I do, my whorish little germ”
You instinctively reached for his leg, not to push him off, but to prompt him to keep going. You started to wrap your tongue around his member and fight against his rhythm with your own. You were struggling to keep your mind straight as you realized you were losing his game. But damn, it felt good. You’d never gotten any sort of action before, and yeah it felt strange coming from a robot controlled by a monster with a god complex. You didn't care though. The way he spoke to you, treated you like his plaything. It was everything and you didn’t want it to end.
“Look at you. Begging for me to step on you as you suck me off. Such a lovely sight” he spoke to you once more in that sinful tone. You moaned as he dug his foot deeper into you. Your cock pulsated in your clothes, almost painfully, causing tears to form in your eyes, “Already so hard, just from sucking a piece of metal?” You nodded as you started at him, telepathically pleading for him to let you come. He seemingly understood you, pulling you away from him. A bridge of spit connected your lips to his shaft. You pouted as the empty feeling in your mouth lingered.
“S… Sawyer…” you spoke to him, needy and horny. He pulled you up by your head, causing you to cry out from the pain from your scalp. He looked down at your bulge and cocked his head, “Sawyer…” You groaned as he pressed a finger against it. He was firm, but didn’t stab your skin, “Fuck… God, please…”
“Please what?” Sawyer placed you against the table. Your legs dangled off as he finally let your head free, a few strands of your hair stuck in the joints. He grasped your hips, fingers digging into your skin, “Come on, use your words like a good whore”
“Please… Help… Me…” You felt a pair of hands grip your shoulders and slam you against the table. You looked up and noticed another entity, similar to Sawyer. Same body, same clothes, the only difference was his eye. Instead of purple, it was a bright yellow.
“Good little germ” You felt his hands slide down your body, causing you to jerk. He gripped the waistband of your pants and ripped them off your body. You gasped as you saw your cock, twitching beneath the thin cloth of your underwear, “My, how worked up you are. Am I that delectable to you, my dear?” He chuckled. You bit your lip as he pried your penis once more, raking it against the cloth. You couldn’t help but to cry out.
“Fuck, Sawyer…” You hissed. He chuckled as you squirmed against the table. You attempted to reach out to the waistband of your underwear to pull it off, but to no avail. The grip of the other robot was too much on your shoulders to break free. The robot noticed your struggle, moving his hands away to properly restrain your wrists above your head.
“Now now, patience is a virtue” Sawyer slipped one of his fingers underneath the waistband. As he slowly slid them past your hips, you could feel relief as you eagerly waited for the cloth to finally unveil your erection. Finally, it sprung free, earning a gasp from you. Sawyer eyed (lol) your dick, tilting his head left and right as it secreted a thin white liquid, “My, you’re quite well endowed”
“Th-thank you, sir” You smiled. He nodded and turned away from you. He disappeared behind the various tvs in the back of the room, “Sawyer? Sawyer?!” You called out. Your breath picked up as you felt your senses coming back. Poppy, the prison, the orphans, it was all coming back. You fought against the robot’s grip out of panic, “Let me go, you fuck! Sawyer!” You heard Sawyer sigh as he returned to you.
“And to think we were getting somewhere” He approached you in the same position as before, “Don’t tell me you’re ready to call it quits, my dear”
“This isn’t a game, this is you taking advantage of me!” You yelled at him. In his fingers, he held an old rubber band, “Get me out of here now !”
“Oh, but it would be terrible of me to let you leave like that ” He nodded to your lack of lower clothing and your still erect penis, “There are children here. We shouldn’t traumatize them”
“Oh, that’s rich, coming from the asshole that turned them into toys against their will” You rolled her eyes.
“And besides, did you forget our deal? Have you changed your mind?” That’s right. In the midst of your emotions, you almost forgot the alternative: monster food. You took deep breaths and regathered your thoughts. You’d be of no use to anybody if you were a mush of meat devoured by a pile of yarn.
“No… My decision still stands” You huffed, “I still hate this, you know” Sawyer chuckled.
“Of course, my dear. How could I assume that you’d enjoy this?” You felt sarcasm secreting from his words. He tied the rubber band around his fingers. He carefully slid it over your sensitive tip, rolling it down to the base of your cock. You shivered with every millimeter it rolled over, “To make sure you don’t finish too fast. Are you ready, little germ?”
“G-get it over with” You huffed.
“Come now, don’t be like that” He quickly slid his finger between the band, pulled it back and let it swing back, causing you to squeak, “You’ll show yourself soon enough” Sawyer carefully gripped your hips, adjusting his appendage over your ass. You shivered against the cold touch against your skin. You gritted your teeth and threw your head back as he touched your hole. You patiently waited for him to stick it in… But there was nothing.
“ ...hurry up… ” You whispered, partially to yourself. Sawyer looked up at you, sliding himself around your rim.
“Did you say something?” You didn’t respond, “Use your words, little germ”
“I… I said…” You took a deep breath, “I said hurry up-” Sawyer’s grip tightened, digging his fingers into your skin, some of them stabbing and drawing blood. He slammed his hips, shooting his shaft right inside. You shrieked, arching your back at the sudden pain from your legs and ass, “God, FUCK!”
“I take it that you’re a virgin?” You nodded, squirming as you adjusted to his size. You heard him huff, “Interesting…”
“What… Do you… Mean?” You said between breaths. You felt Sawyer’s grip tighten, a few more fingers piercing your skin. You let out a quiet moan.
“I wouldn’t peg such a slut as a virgin. No matter though. This just makes it more enjoyable” He wasted no time, slamming his hips into yours, jamming his shaft deep inside of you. You cried out with every smack against your skin, every nudge against your prostate. You could feel his fingers writhing beneath your skin as he shook you with every thrust.
You couldn’t say much, the only decipherable words being a number of curses and Sawyer’s name. Safe to say that you were losing your grip again. All you could think about was Sawyer deep in your ass, tearing your flesh in the process. Everything meant nothing compared to this. Your breath began to pick up as you feel an orgasm coming on. You rolled your head back and stared at the other robot pinning you down. You jetted out your tongue towards it, mouth wide open.
“Am I not enough for you, little germ” You heard Sawyer speak.
“M… More… Need more…” You mustered. The entity moved his hands away from your shoulders, moving his grip to your neck. The entity rose above you, revealing he also had his own makeshift cock, much to your delight.
“How needy. It would be rude of me to leave my fleshlight so depraved” The entity thrusted into your mouth, filling it once more with the delicious metal. As it hit the back of your throat, you felt your orgasm coming. You wrapped your legs around Sawyer as you finally felt your climax come... But nothing came out, thanks to that god forsaken rubber band, “Already ready to come? But we’ve barely even started”
The entity matched Sawyer’s rough pace as it jammed itself down your throat. You could feel its fingers puncturing your neck, leaving more wounds. You moaned with every thrust from the both of them, quickly reaching for your cock. This time, you successfully grabbed it and eagerly stroked it up and down as your climax edged itself. You were falling apart at the seams, all pleasurable senses fogging your mind in a horny haze.
You lost track of the time as the two relentlessly fucked you. Could have been a few minutes, a few hours, maybe even half a day. All you could focus on was your continuously denied orgasm. You could feel your cum leaking from the tip, making decent lubricant as you continued to rub your shaft. Much to your dismay, the robot throat fucking you pulled out, giving you the perfect opportunity to inhale some sweet O2.
“You know, little germ… I’ve dealt with many people when it comes to my experiments… But you? You’re perfect . Submissive, needy, easy to pry out those suppressed emotions”
“Th-Thank you” You eyed the robot’s shaft as you hoped he’d shove it back inside you, “You’re… Extraordinary… I never figured… I’d experience anything … Like this… Down here…”
“Yes, I know. For being such a good germ, I think you deserve a reward” You heard Sawyer chuckle one final time. The robot in front of you grated your wish and inserted himself back into your mouth.
After a few pumps, you felt something fill your mouth. It was chunky, tasted disgusting, and smelt even worse. As you saw it flow from your mouth, you couldn’t help but become fixated on the sickening deep colour, a blend of brown and red that looked almost black. You felt your ass fill up as well, most likely with the same liquid. You looked down at Sawyer. He took a finger and slipped it underneath the rubber band on your cock, pulling it just far enough to have it snap.
You let out an animalistic scream as your orgasm finally came. You felt strands of cum shooting out, coating you and sawyer in the thick white batter. You squirmed with every wave of pleasure that hit your body. After what seemed like an eternity, you felt your high die down, leaving you completely exhausted. Both Sawyer and the entity pulled out of you, leaving your wounds to bleed out across your body. You laid on the table, covered in mysterious ooze and your own baby batter, as you felt yourself slipping into a deep sleep.
“Such a good little germ. You played my game perfectly” Sawyer spoke to you, “Unfortunately, the game is over. I have no more use for you. Oh Yarnaby…” Were the last words you heard before you closed your eyes, quickly falling to sleep”
-TIMESKIP-
You finally opened your eyes. Noticing you were on the floor, you rose yourself up. You hissed as you rested on your gashes. You gagged as you finally the processed tatse of what Sawyer pumped into your body. It was almost unrecognizable, except for one flavor: blood. Stale blood. You looked around. There were no televisions, no robots, no metal table. Only pure darkness… Except for a beam of light shining across the room. And underneath it rested a creature. It had a bright green dinosaur-like body and a cat heat with piano tiles for teeth. It stared directly at you… Hungrily…
As you rose up to reach for your GrabPack, you noticed it wasn’t on your body. Panic set in as you realized your situation, “I-I played his game. I should be safe. I can’t be food for Ya-” It hit you. The Yarnaby you remembered had a head full of rainbow yarn, not a keyboard cat face. This wasn’t Yarnaby… You were always gonna be monster food, “Sawyer… You bastard!” You shielded yourself with your arms with a shriek as the creature ran towards you, ready to pounce. You anticipated its arrival, but it never came.
You looked out and saw the creature, bound to the floor by a variety of colourful hands. They slammed the monster around the room, eventually pulling it back into the shadows. A series of wet noises emerged from the as parts of the creature flew back at you, its head meeting your feet.
“Now that hit the spot! I haven’t eaten in weeks!” A dopey voice came from the shadows, along with a blue head wearing a top hat. It seemed to notice you across the room, so it strutted forward with a smile, revealing itself to be made of clay, “Hiya there, pal! Don’t worry, I won’t eat you ” He said with a giggle.
“Well… That’s good…” You chuckled back weakly, the pain in your legs setting in. You almost fell to the ground, but luckily the blobish creature caught you.
“I’m Doey. I was told to expect you” Your face lit up. You smiled, finally achieving your mission from Poppy. You finally met her allies.
“Wait! I…” You looked down at your bare legs, the only thing covering them was dried blood , “I feel… Exposed…”
“Don’t worry, I got you!” Doey threw his hand at you. You felt it forming around your waist. He pulled his hand back, revealing a colourful pair of shorts now on your body, “We have better clothes at the Safe Haven, these should last the trip there”
“Thank you so much!” You smiled, tears forming in your eyes. I'd been so long since you'd been greeted with such kindness since you step foot in the factory.
“No problem! This way, follow me!” He said with a goofy smile. You followed the blob across the prison, excited to meet back up with Poppy. But you couldn’t help but to feel a bit thankful for Sawyer. He did give you an experience you could never forget. And it was a damn good one at that. But at the end of the day, it meant nothing. Poppy was your priority, the orphans were your priority. The end of Harley Sawyer is your priority.