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Angel was walking to the grocery store as per usual. Having 80 plus kids is nothing to sneeze at. Since they rescued the toys they could at the cursed factory. Angel never liked to get into their trauma about Poppy Playtime Co, always trying to help their other kids in the process. They cannot ever look vulnerable or helpless in front of their children. Even in front of the Prototype, it’ll just make their healing process more harder. Angel can’t have their children worry about them, it’s all of their time to heal. Including themself.
“Is that all?” The cashier said as they ringed up Angel’s items. Groceries, new video games, and snacks for the toys. The Prototype insisted on Angel getting some self care items for themself.
“Oh yeah. That’s all.” Angel says, with an unexpected tone. They got sent back into reality they guessed. Angel then paid and got out of the store, craving for the farm and to see all of their kids again. Having them get excited over the stuff Angel bought them. Like how they should have done if their childhoods weren’t stripped away by those disgusting scientists.
Angel starts to walk and needs to turn the usual block. That’s when a masked individual comes up to them.
“Are you really the person who rescued all of those toys from Poppy Playtime Co.?” The masked person asks. Oh boy Angel doesn’t have the energy to deal with reporters again.
“Oh yeah I guess so. Sorry I have to go.” Angel tries to leave but the masked person is insistent on not leaving. “Seriously I need to leave-“
“No. Stay, you aren’t leaving so soon.”
“Excuse me?” Angel said with confusion. What does he mean by that-
“Mmmph-?!” Angel felt hands immobilizing them. They punch the perpetrator and try to get help. Only for the masked person to jump them and restrain them. And put a rag on Angel’s mouth, slowly their vision starts to blur. Shit! What about the kids and Prototype, they will be wondering where Angel is sooner or later? Angel’s eyes close as they slump forward to the masked person’s grasp.
“Heh. It’s sometimes too easy. What’s our plan now that we have the ‘Angel’?” The masked person says cheekily while putting Angel’s knocked out body in his car.
“Be patient, we will get our experiments and maybe one more sooner or later.” The perpetrator says, then smirks confidently.