Save the Factory (Poppy Playtime Reader Insert)

Comatose

You were sitting in your car as you drove down the long road in between trees to the stacks of the playtime factory in the distance. In the seat adjacent to you, a letter you'd recently received along with a rusted old key. It had come with a tape, but you'd left the item at home. Looking at the open letter, quickly skimming over it, you read the final words as you thought you heard something.

"Find the flower."

"Find the flower."

"This isn't a place you come back from."

You then looked around to see if you could spot the source of the voice, but were unable to spot it as a red mist suddenly came out of the forest and surrounded your car. The ac began leaking the same smoke in as you began to cough and choke on the air. The stuff felt like it was making you... tired. You slowly closed your eyes as the car began to drift off to the side, and you blacked out.

Suddenly, you're eyes snapped back open, and you were at the front desk when you first entered the Playtime Co. factory. You'd seen this place many times before, but was it ever this... dilapidated? The mural of Huggy Wuggy on the wall with faded paint, and arms stretching off the wall.

"Do you have any idea what you're doing?"

The voice seemed different from the first somehow as you frantically looked about for the source. But you were unable to look for long as yet more red smoke leaked out of all sorts of crevasses, making you cough and wheeze once more before your legs gave out from exhaustion.

You now stood in what looked like an old Victorian style hallway with shadowed outlines of kids running through the halls, sitting in nearby beds.

"Do you know what's happened here?"

The voice this time sounded more energetic and yet still drained of energy, like the other two. Meanwhile giggles and laughs danced about your head, disorienting you as you looked around, once again being eclipsed by red smoke.

Now you were in a classroom, where it looked like some sort of fight had occurred as one of the desks was knocked over. But the shadows sat quietly in their seats as someone pointed to a board with a stick at the end.

"Do you know who we once were?"

A mature tone was held in this voice, sounding like someone rather knowledgeable. You felt like you were ready for the smoke again as you crossed your arms, like that would do anything. You still blacked out.

You then found yourself in what looked like an old play area, with shadows crawling through tunnels.

"Do you see why we have to end this?"

Now the voice sounded nothing but drained of energy and life, struggling to get words out. Your head began to throb as you could hear your own heartbeat quickening. You held your head in both your hands as you began violently shaking your head side to side.

"Do you even know what's real?"

This voice sounded so raspy, like someone had ripped out the vocal cords and attempted to fix it with something else.

"No. You don't."

Now it sounded like something was ringing along with people screaming and running away in the distance as you could smell something. Was it toast? No, it was sweeter... vanilla?