Timeline:

Poppy Playtime

Monitored by: Live-Kluns & Kling-Klang

Live-Kluns logging here. Working with Kling-Klang was absolutely horrible here. I know he's toy-themed, so he's put in charge of a toy-themed world, but I don't get why I am supposed to tag along. He's been unabashedly rude to me, insulting how fast I need to move, the objects I pick up, how I draw. There was nothing to eat either for me to distract myself. Klunsgoddess, I hope you'll atleast warn him to stop acting this way to me or anyone else he'll be working with.

Anyway, this world is mainly focused on Playtime Co., a toy company that went defunct as the 21st Century rolled around. Their toys used to be fairly revolutionary back in the 50s, but I can see the writing on the wall, sometimes literally when I saw what someone tried to spell out with their own blood. But no seriously, you develop a doll that can talk to you in the 50s, a toy that just hugs you in the 80s, and then just an elastic toy in the 90s. Clearly, innovation was happening in another department at Playtime Co.

The Bigger Bodies Initiative, Playtime Co.'s method of skimping out on hiring/paying human employees; can't pay them if they're giant versions of your own toys, right? Funny. On August 8th, 1995, a giant mass rebellion led by their Prototype below led to... well I can't even count the amount of bodies because they've all been dragged down into the depths of the facility. Just imagine their corpses, rigor mortis settling in, their rotten flesh starting to stick to one another. The stench... That's not even getting into what certain humans believe what happens after death; you don't pass on, your consciousness sticks to your body as you feel yourself slowly rot. Now imagine that as these toys start eating away at your skin, your flesh, your organs, your stomach acid that used to process what you just ate.

Right, the infiltration. We entered the factory before the ex-employee walked in, so Kling-Klang and I had enough space to scour the place. Personally, I very much enjoyed when we would split up--means I can't hear him micromanaging every single thing I do.

The actual Bigger Bodies were... fine, I guess. They believed I was a child and went gentle on me. I personally think that was for the better because I much more prefer integration rather than hiding this lanky body of mine. Of course I wasn't reckless; I've seen what they did to children when I watched that 'Hour of Joy' tape, so I needed to put some reliable distance between me and those predators. While the human bodies have long since disappeared, toy corpses are still around with some juicy fleshy organs. After eating all of the humans, I suppose they started eating themselves. Wish I could spend some time counting them all, but I'd risk compromising myself.

But yeah, next time please don't co-assign me with Kling-Klang.