Save the Factory (Poppy Playtime Reader Insert)

To Decend Further

For only a moment, you'd lost sight and could only stare ahead into the black void as the sound of tearing flesh and crunching bones were the only things you could hear. Looking down at your hands, they were trembling with no intent to slow down. Then the moments before you blacked out came flooding into your head as you could feel a cascade of tears begin flowing. All you could do was scream as you covered your eyes with your hands. And then...

...you felt something snap...

With a sudden gasp, your eyes shot open as you sat up, quickly regretting it with the spike in pain in your head. "Oh, thank god. You're awake." Said Miss Delight as you looked over to her. You also saw that with your surroundings, you were back in the area under the statue. You were sat on the couch, with even more furniture having been brought down around you. Once the headache subsided, you grabbed Miss Delight by the shoulders and frantically asked, "What happened? Why am I back here? Where's Kick!?"

"Easy, easy. He's stable. Both of them are." Miss Delight as she held your arms to keep you from shaking her, then she began to explain.

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Seconds before the Prototype could claim the life of Catnap, Kickin Chicken managed to scramble up and dive forward. As the sound of tearing flesh and crunching bones filled the room, (Y/n) passed out while Crafty let out a wailing scream. Miss Delight covered her mouth at the gory sight.

While Kick had managed to push both him and Catnap out of killing range, the Prototype had still snagged Catnap in his eye, which was now gushing blood. The mechanical fist clenched in anger as it then grabbed Kick, beginning to lift the critter up into the vent above. Before he could get too far, Dogday pushed on the ground, effectively launching himself in the direction of Kick.

He latched onto the Critters' legs and tried to hold him down, quickly being joined by Miss Delight once she recovered from her own shock. She held on as hard as she could while her heels dug into the floor. Likely after realizing the futility, the Prototype released his grasp on Kick and fled deeper into the vents, finally letting the situation calm down for a moment.

Miss Delight fell onto her rear from the sudden change in momentum, with Dogday quickly going to check on Catnap, who was writhing on the ground in pain. "Miss Delight, get the first aid kit!" Dogday called out as he held Catnap's head in his hands. Crafty was still frozen with fear from the initial attack by the Prototype, but the Toy Critters were doing what they could to break her out of the daze.

Grabbing the first aid kit, Miss Delight opened it and pulled out several rolls of gauze. While she didn't have the medical knowledge to properly treat the two Critters, she'd have to make due with what knowledge she was granted. She handed one of the rolls as well as some rubbing alcohol to disinfect the wound over to Dogday as she went to inspect Kick.

She carefully rolled him onto his back so she could better treat the claw marks that Catnap had left on his chest, but she quickly noticed something else. In the attack by the Prototype, he'd managed to tear off a huge portion of Kick's left wing, leaving only two feathers on his hand to act as fingers. "Dogday, hand me the rubbing alcohol! Kick needs it urgently!" She said as she held out her hand.

Dogday saw what she was talking about and quickly handed it to her as he began wrapping up Catnap's eye wound, through the process he was clearly not moving much, despite watching Dogday with his remaining eye. Miss Delight used a bit of the roll of gauze as a wash cloth when rubbing the alcohol onto Kicks wounds, throughout which he began to thrash and yell.

"Please, I ask that you just bear it for me. I'll have you patched up in no time." Miss Delight said as she already saw the blood begining to leak through the gauze she'd wrapped around his wing. Despite the pain he was in, Kick did his best to stay still for the teacher as she also patched up the wounds on his chest.