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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.

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Angel could feel themselves starting to regain consciousness. Damn they felt their body ache so badly. Wait, where the *fuck* are they?! Last time they checked they were walking home with groceries and now they ended up “here”?

They look around and see that they are in a prison cell, though it’s definitely fitted to a bit more comfortable than a usual cell. Angel’s memories come flooding through as their confused look turns into a scowl in a matter of seconds. Instantly remembering their kidnappers Angel starts to panic. Not that much because they got kidnapped, that can wait another day. (Or never) But about how the toys and Prototype are doing. While Angel does trust that the toys are healing just fine, they still can help but be extremely paranoid.

What happened to the toys can *never* happen again. Angel already failed them when they left for 10 years, Angel will never break their promise to the toys. Anyone who tries to threaten that promise will have to go through them first. Over their dead body.

The door clicks open as Angel looks up and sees 2 men…? They look to have body modifications kinda like the toys. Both having lab coats on. The one on the left looks to be more approachable, or at least good at hiding his true intentions. He has some noticeable features likes a green limb and purple-ish colored hands. Probably from an accident of some sorts. Angel makes a mental note about that. While, the one on the right has an annoyed scowl on his face. Like something is ticking him off. It seems that half of his face is covered in red plastic. Seemingly to cover something up. He also has claws with sharp nails that he can retract at will.

"May I have a minute of your time?", the man on the left politely asks. "I believe you must be... Confused".

"Oh, no, don't worry, I know this is a kidnapping. The question is who the fuck are *you* and what you want to do with me". Angel spats out.

"Straight to the point, I see".

"Wait...", Angel approaches the man on left, recognizing who he truly is . "It's *you*! How are you even alive? W... What did you do to your body?"

The man on the left simply nods. "The name is Dr. Sawyer. The originator of the Bigger Bodies iniciative, and now, something similar to one of them. I am here because you are a very interesting individual.”

The man on the right fake coughs in annoyance, to remind Sawyer that he is also part of the conversation.

“Oh right. This is my colleague Pierre.” Sawyer dismissively points to Pierre. Pierre then shoots him an annoyed glare.

“What do you even mean by that?” Angel eyes Sawyer as they speak. Not trusting a word either two says.

“What I mean is that you have a talent.” Sawyer pauses while looking over to Pierre. Who looks to be already wanting to take control of the conversation.

“A gift if you will, of *controlling* the experiments.” Angel’s eyes widen at the statement.

“How dare you see my children as mere experiments?! The children that *you* experimented on yourself!” Angel shouts in absolute anger and disbelief. Their protective instincts of their children rising up.

Sawyer stops on his tracks. "You see them as family?"

Angel is almost growling. "Since the day I landed on that abandoned factory. And if you try to hurt any of them, you'll wish you were dead".

"Family...", Sawyer mutters. "What an interesting way of control".

Angel’s eyes widen, noticing how Sawyer seems genuinely confused about their relationship with the toys. Like he can’t comprehend that Angel actually loves the toys and Prototype as family. Angel a bit stunned at this realization decides to share some facts about their wonderful family.

“My children are the best. Catnap helps patrol the farm, Dogday helps everyone, Picky does the meals, and there are so many other of my children! Bunzo is such a cutie you know-“

Sawyer interrupts. “Well that seems… nice. But I have to ask you this. What exactly is your relationship with the Prototype?” A grumble can be heard from Pierre.

“Oh our relationship?” Angel slightly blushes, thinking about how to word their answer carefully. The certain connotations one slip up could say is certainly… embarrassing to say the least.

“It’s just the both of us working together to provide for the kids…! Nothing more, nothing less. Heh…” Angel nervously chuckles while blushing a bit more. Sawyer takes careful notes about this. Pierre on the other hand, is fed up.

Pierre scoffs and drags Sawyer outside of the room Angel is being kept in.

“Do we really have to behave like suck ups and kiss their ass while interrogating them? We literally kidnapped them?! They respond to us!” Pierre says with annoyance and disgust. He will never understand how “Angel” even feels protectiveness over the experiments. They were meant to be played with, just mere toys. Not meant to be taken cared of and played house with.

“Don’t worry my friend. We just need to catch this “Angel” off guard.” Sawyer says with a cynical smirk.

“We will just make Angel go to sleep for a bit. Remember the gas of Catnap that we used on the children to make them go to sleep?” Sawyer’s smirk widens into a crazed look. Absolutely excited to experiment on the Angel. Being able to finally understand what makes them tick? What makes them have such a following of experiments? Sawyer is overwhelmed with the dopamine.

“Oh yeah. I remember being able to give the command to lock Catnap in the basement. Karma is a bitch! Bastard deserves that for clawing my eye out. But really use the last of the red gas?” Pierre questions with uncertainty.

“It’ll be worth it, since the bees will come out for their queen soon.” Sawyer menacingly replies.

The two men walk into Angel’s kinda comfortable cell again. This time the pair this red gas of sorts…? Wait. No way. It can’t be…!

“Is that what I think it is…?” Angel says with a look of shock and surprise. How did the pair even get their hands on that?

Angel tries to cover their mouth in vain. As they slowly feel themselves collapse once again. Slowly fading into a nightmare…

Pierre snidely smiles. He carries Angel into the lab and puts them on the surgeon table. Making sure to put the restraints onto their wrists and ankles. While Sawyer prepares the lab for its latest experiment.

Angel’s nightmares even before the factory weren’t pleasant. While before they had nightmares about the children that were left behind. Now, they have nightmares about their children and the Prototype getting taken away. And the toys that they couldn’t save, condemning them to a hell for all eternity.

““Angel is getting chased by all of the toys they weren’t able to save. Chanting how they just left them to rot. How Angel is a failure and that eventually, all of their kids will get taken away. Angel feels so disgusted by themself. Everyday they are always so paranoid that something could go wrong. Like Bunzo getting left for dead again or another freak incident happening to Dogday. They felt like crying and throwing up at this moment. Maybe they should-“”

They start to wake up, groaning. Angel gets “greeted” by Sawyer and Pierre.

“Damn, you are up already. Guess you got too used to the red gas. Well that shouldn’t be a problem later on I guess.” Pierre says with a bit of surprise. Though it quickly turns into an ominous warning.

“Dumbass.” Pierre mutters, though Sawyer quickly shoots him a glare back. He clearly heard that. Though perhaps both of them were both dumbasses for using up all of the red gas so quickly. It will all be worth it in the end, he reassures himself.

“Welcome to our little lab. I am sure you will enjoy your stay~.” Sawyer says in an unnerving sing song voice. Like his true self is cracking through his carefully crafted personality.

“Oh shit. Shit shit SHIT.” Angel curses under their breath as they realize they are on a surgeon table. Restrained. They aren’t going to have a good time to say the least…

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Dogday has been helping Mommy Long Legs wash the dishes while Picky is baking a cake for Angel and the entire family. The nervous tension can be felt through the room. All of the toys doing everything in their power to not address the clear problem: Angel hasn’t come back yet- for 2 entire hours.

Catnap comes by the front door maybe, Angel is finally here! Dogday is so going to cling to them today, and he is pretty sure that Mommy Long Legs and Catnap are not going to let Angel leave the house for at least a day…! He knows Angel needs a break, but everytime he tries to get them to relax. They just brush him off and say how they’re “fine” and that they don’t need one. Not this time! Angel is so going to take a break. And then Dogday will have Catnap make Angel *take a rest*.

“Is Angel home?!” Dogday says in anticipation and excitement. Picky looks to be stimming at the thought of them finally returning home. While Mommy Long Legs lets her shoulders slump, feeling reassured.

“Well… I haven’t seen Angel nearby. I was hoping that they were already here.” Catnap exasperates. He then slumps in disappointment and paranoia.

Oh boy, the trio becomes even more anxious at this revelation.

“They never have took this long to come home.” Dogday is the first one to break this awkward silence. Before anyone could add anymore comments Kissy walked into the room with Poppy on her shoulder, both being equally worried about Angel.

“Maybe an accident happened…? No, no they probably just got sidetracked…! Yeah, that’s all…” Poppy frantically suggests, the other toys being able to see her eyes twitching but deciding to not point it out.

“What’s going on?” A booming yet somehow gentle voice is heard. The Prototype speaks with confusion as he is concerned at the obvious tension between the other toys.

At the sight of their other parent in the room the toys immediately cling to their dad. Trying to deviate from their anxiety about Angel’s “disappearance”.

“Dad, can you check where our other dad went?!” The toys all collectively ask with absolute unease.

“Woah woah woah. Everyone calm down. I am pretty sure that Angel is probably just hanging out with their human family.” The Prototype then thinks about how usually Angel usually calls him when they hang out with their human family to let him know that they are okay.

“Yeah I am sure that Angel is very *very* okay…!” Catnap strains his half assed smile.

“That’s the most fakest smile you have ever pulled off in a while.” Dogday says with a bit of humor, trying to lighten the room up. Though he fails in the process.

“I know.” Catnap’s smile immediately drops as he ominously whispers those two words.

“You know what? I’ll just call Angel’s parents and ask them if they are staying with them…! I bet that they are just staying at their parents’ house overtime.” The Prototype frantically and nervously states. In a very artificial happy go lucky manner. Trying to calm down everyone surely is tiring. But in all honesty, he isn’t even calm himself.

The Prototype dials Angel’s parents’ phone number and moves to another room to have “private” conversation on the phone. Though Poppy tried to get Kissy to lift her up so she can hear the conversation and then tell the rest of the toys.

“Hello Marlene, it’s Elliot calling you but is there any chance that Angel is home with you?” The Prototype nervously asks. Hoping it is not the answer he thinks it is.

“Oh no, they didn’t even call us today. Why? Aren’t they home with you?” The Prototype feels something sink in his stomach. Specifically his combined flesh and metal stomach. Nonetheless, Prototype fears for the worst. Where the fuck could have Angel gone too?

“Angel hasn’t come home for over two hours. It’s getting late. They normally don’t take this long... I thought they had forgotten to tell us that they would be with you.” The Prototype explains, with a particularly anxious edge. Though he is much better at concealing this than Poppy will ever be.

“Oh… Maybe they just got sidetracked, Elliot. You know how they are.”

"We will take another look. In either case, 'I call you soon".

"Thank you. Don't want to see them dissapear for another week without telling anyone again".

And then they end the call, Proto leaves the room and realizes what Poppy was doing moments before he came out.

Poppy leans onto the door while Kissy tries to boost her up. The Prototype comes out of the room and raises his non existent eyebrow in confusion.

“Why are all of you outside of the door. Were you trying to listen into the conversation?” The Prototype says with knowing tone. He knows that the toys are worried, he’s worried himself. But he needs to be the calm and collective parent for once.

“We just wanted to see if dad was fine…” Poppy says with a sad voice as the other toys look away in embarrassment at being found out.

“I understand that completely. Maybe you guys can go and search for Angel around the grocery store. Then, we will have our hunting trio get ready.” The Prototype reassuringly suggests as he pats Poppy’s head.

The toys’ heads all collectively lift up in optimism as they discuss who will lead the group so they can find Angel.

“Me and Catnap have a great sense of smell. We can both search for Angel!” Dogday says with an upbeat attitude, showing his “leader” mode.

“I’ll go with you two. You’re not the only ones used to hunting.” Mommy Long Legs says with absolute confidence.

“The minute you find something suspicious come back to the farm and tell me exactly what happens.” The Prototype commands in a parental voice. Trying to make sure the toys are safe while they search for Angel.

The trio of toys go out and go to the grocery store that Angel said that they would be shopping at. Dogday and Catnap both using their heightened sense of smell to lead the group to where Angel was last seen.

As Dogday and Catnap lead the trio, Mommy Long Legs uses her eyes and sees something very suspicious around the block that Angel usually makes a turn for. Inconspicuous, to the naked eye are groceries that looked to be dropped on the ground in a hurry.

“Look at the groceries on the ground here.” Mommy Long Legs points and walks towards her finding, to the confusion of the other two.

“It’s just groceries Long Legs, why is it so important to you? Catnap asks. Using Mommy Long Legs preferred nickname, Long Legs. Ever since she was forced into a “motherly” toy she has been uncomfortable with that name for years. Being called just Long Legs makes her feel a lot more safe and content. Not forcing her to be reminded of the toy that she forcefully shoved into. As well as the fate that the other Long Legs toys have faced.

“Look inside the contents of these groceries.” Mommy Long Legs simply says, rummaging through the grocery bags.

Dogday kneels down and his eyes widen almost immediately. He checks the groceries again in disbelief, groceries, new video games, and snacks for the toys. As well as some self care products definitely intended for Angel.

Catnap comes closer to Mommy Long Legs and Dogday as they all come to a disturbing conclusion. Angel must have gotten kidnapped or something, no way they would ever “accidentally” drop their groceries even if they were in a hurry. Their literal biggest priority is making sure that the toys are happy and content with their lives. Wanting to create a “good” ending for all of them.

“No no… NO! What could they possibly want Angel for? Ransom, if it is then we can pay for them every dime…!” Dogday says in a very panicked tone. All of the toys are protective over Angel. Especially him, Catnap, and Long Legs.

“We need to tell dad immediately. I’ll take the groceries while you and Catnap make sure that no one follows us to the farm or something…” Mommy Long Legs states with a shaky voice. Clearly petrified at the thought of Angel getting hurt one bit. She will make the people who even *dare* harm mom pay.

Mommy Long Legs, Dogday, and Catnap arrive to the farm with sunken expressions coating the their faces. Poppy immediately runs over to them with Kissy and Picky following her just behind.

“What did you find?! Is Angel here?!” Poppy asks with a very heightened voice, begging for an answer. Picky and Kissy both feel like the answer will hit them like a truck.

“We were only able to find these…” Dogday exasperates as Mommy Long Legs shows the rest of the group the groceries that Angel dropped.

"Prototype sees this and immediately realizes the implications. He pauses for a moment, collecting his thoughts, before saying:"

“Poppy, I need you to call the authorities as I get Angel’s human family to come here and talk with them.” The Prototype uncharacteristically orders as Poppy nods nervously. He then orders the other toys to make to tell the rest of the older toys the news. Mommy Long Legs takes it onto herself to comfort the smaller toys.

“No way? They’re gone. Like actually gone?” Bubba can only respond in shock as he looks at Ms.Delight, who too stares at him in shock, before searching through her things and getting a map of the area, trying to figure out possible routes for parent could have possibly been taken.

As the other toys break it to the older toys Bunzo comes up to Mommy Long Legs and asks her a question that makes her freeze in place.

“Is dad coming home…? Are they ok?! Where are they?!” Bunzo tears up before he can finish his sentence as Mommy Long Legs wraps him into a hug.

Mommy Long Legs looks up and sees Kissy, Bobby, and Crafty all looking very anxious. She sighs.

“Come here you three.” Mommy Long Legs uses her arm to add the trio into a hug with Bunzo.

Kickin tries to be strong and “brave” like his cartoon counterpart would try to be.

“Quit these sad expressions guys, mom said a lot of things. They will be okay.”

Mommy Long Legs just responds to bringing him into the well needed hug.

Poppy calls the authorities and begins to speak.

“911, what is the problem?” The speaker asks, probably thinking that it would just be another prank or just a kid calling them. They’re half right about that.

“My dad hasn’t come home yet and I am starting to get extremely worried for them.” Poppy and the speaker continue to chat, by the end Poppy is tearing up.

“Thank you…. I’ll try not to panic…” Poppy weepingly responds as she tries to smile. The older toys try to comfort her as Hoppy and Catnap patrol the area. The rest of the group hug her. Meanwhile Kissy is getting aggressively hugged by Huggy. He can be really clingy at times.

The Prototype waits outside for Angel’s mom and the police to come. Poppy follows him so she and Marlene can do the talking. As well as multiple of the younger toys, who crawl around Prototye for comfort. He gives them a hug, remembering doing the same thing back at Playtime Co. Ever since the cops never bothered to take a look inside the factory beyond the first levels, Prototype stopped trusting them.

Marlene arrives in the nick of time. Poppy and her start to discuss the details of Angel’s sudden disappearance.

The police arrives soon after, and go over the two adults and the doll.
Prototype remains silent, letting them do the talking, and ignores how scared the cops seem to be of him. The man Poppy talks too explains that they will do their very best to find Angel and return them home safely.

The cop comes over to where the Prototype is standing, and asks him one simple yet worrying question.

“Do you or any of your family members have any enemies that might want to cause harm to you or them?”

The Prototype can only pause in place, while thinking of any potential enemies. He realizes almost immediately.

“Maybe the ex-Play Co. higher ups could have done something.” He nervously says, not ever considering the possibility. The cop only nods as he then walks away. Poppy and Marlene can only look over in worry.

The Prototype thinks to himself, “Did I let someone escape during the hour of joy?”

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Angel starts to wake up, dazed from earlier. They of course, try to get up but are met with restraints.

“What the hell…?” Angel barely groans out as they analyze their surroundings realizing that they are strapped on a surgeon table with Sawyer and Pierre circling around them. Like a predator trapping prey.

Sawyer looked like he was already devising plans about the main “experiment” while Pierre was just bored. Looking for something to amuse him while Angel was literally strapped in.

Now Angel’s first thought wasn’t to try to escape like a normal person. No no no, it was clear to Angel that these men could be a very well threat towards their family. They need to learn all they can about the half human plastic bitches. Though it doesn’t mean they have to be completely serious about it. It could play in their favor and be entertainment!

“I see that you have finally woken up.” Sawyer affirmed, looking to be taking in precise measurements of Angel. Like something was being saved for them.

“Took you long enough sleeping beauty!” Pierre whined out. He was fashionably wearing a cocky smirk, finally being able to not have to put up a front. Pierre was done having to cater to Angel and the “interrogation” that Sawyer pathetically gave was even worse. At least his headache is gone.

“I see that you have developed a resistance against the red gas. Interesting to say the least. Maybe I can test that ability later on…” Sawyer mutters the last part. Pierre notices his eyes glistening with absolute excitement. Why the hell did he even decide to partner up with Sawyer in the first place?

Angel replies. They were already feeling weird from the red gas that was recently used on them to knock them out. "I wonder why. Maybe it’s because you made my son create red smoke non stop?"

“It’s still fascinating to see such a reaction to the red gas like this. Your body trying to adapt to it in the best way possible.” Sawyer remarks while Pierre is standing on the side annoyed. When is this going to end?!

"You're worse than the kids made you out to be..." Angel groans out before carefully articulating their next question. Sure they can be a little shit to the duo but they also need to remember that they kidnapped them in the first place. It’s obvious Sawyer and Pierre have some competency. Angel doesn’t need to endanger their family because of their own cockiness.

"Can you at least tell me where the fuck am I?" It’s something that isn’t too suspicious to ask. Not yet at least.

“Oh you are just at me and Pierre’s lovely office! Full of the right tools to make anything happen. Isn’t that right Pierre?” Sawyer looks to Pierre expectantly, like a princess waiting for her butler to arrive.

“Mhm. We have something planned just for you.” Pierre says with mock applause. He just wants to get the experimentation going already.

“Though I still have a question I would to have be answered Angel.” Sawyer pauses, the tension in the room is so thick that you can cut it with a knife.

“What is your relationship with the Prototype? We already know what your relationship is with the other experiments.” Angel is initially caught off guard by Sawyer’s question. Slowly realizing that this is a perfect opportunity to annoy Sawyer and Pierre enough to hopefully get some more information on where they are right now. The sooner they get out of here, the sooner they get to see their family.

“Well me and the Prototype are in a wonderful relationship. We go on romantic dates all the time! He’s such a lovely husband, you could call him the guy of all time!” Angel cheekily grins. Said grin reaching from one side of their face to the other. They are so proud of themselves! Even though they and the Prototype don’t have any romantic feelings for each other. As well as, Angel not having any knowledge of romance until Dogday and Catnap got their shit back together Angel would say they are doing a splendid job! Imagining how proud Dogday and Catnap would be of them sparks Angel with even more joy.

While Sawyer and Pierre’s reaction tells a whole different story. Sawyer looks to be lost in his mind, there’s no way that Elliot Ludwig was interested in romance?! Not atleast when Sawyer met him. However, Pierre looks to be genuinely mortified. He doesn’t even want to think how it would work. Oh god he’s not about to be trapped with two freaks now. What did he do to deserve this torture?!

“By the way, he still likes that dark blue color you seem to hate.” Pierre swears he can see Angel trying to hold back their laughter. He’s so done with both the thing and Sawyer.

“How is this still relevant to this conversation…?” Sawyer replied in confusion.

“He once painted you using blue ink. Looked identical to you.” Angel smirked in expectance.

“His fine motor skills are still good, after all?”

“Nope.”

Sawyer just paused. He was being played right into Angel’s hands but, at this point he just needs to get as much information at of Angel about the Prototype. Not that he actually was attracted or cared about Elliot. He just wants information, that’s it.

“You truly are something.” That’s all Sawyer can reply with. Angel takes this response well as their reaction is to slightly laugh until Pierre glares at them.

“Anyways, how is the Prototype doing? You know, after everything?” Pierre only rolls his eyes. Really again with the niceties?!

“Ah well, even after the *experimentation* you put him through I’d say that he is doing pretty good.” Angel passive aggressively replied in. Their once dip shit smirk turning into a scowl in a matter of seconds. Just because they were annoying Sawyer and Pierre doesn’t mean they aren’t going to forget the shit the duo made their family go through.

“Though he did send me to the hospital once.”

“What did he do this time?”

While Angel and Sawyer were conferring about meaningless details about the Prototype Pierre was conferring with God- or at least trying to. So he can get out of this hellhole already and away from this thing (Angel).

“I had to get a tethanus shot because of him.”

“Tethanus shot? His metallic parts must have gotten rusty. I didnt know...” Sawyer paused, his interest had been piqued. He almost couldn’t care about Pierre’s constant nagging about “staying on track” and only “trying to get information out of Angel” but Sawyer needs to know.

“Hm, this is very interesting. Mind telling me more?

“Of course!” Angel just stared at Pierre with a creepy smile. Pierre was not amused by Angel and opted to just stare at a conveniently interesting wall until Thing 1 and Thing 2 stop talking about Thing 1’s ex.

Then if things couldn’t get any more worse than it already is for Pierre. Sawyer decided to cleverly ask if the Prototype makes any stupid “boop” noises.

“Yes he does! And they aren’t stupid, they’re endearing.”

“THAT’S IT!” A booming voice interrupts Angel and Sawyer. Pierre has genuinely lost it, he won’t take anymore abuse from these two things. Sawyer needs to be more serious instead of talking about his damn ex!

“Hey hey hey, why are you in such a bad mood? Did you get all riled up just because I was talking about my sweet Prototype~” Angel teasingly remarks. Sawyer can’t help but have his cheeks turn a bit red at this.

Pierre’s response was to angrily walk over to Angel and grab them by the collar.

“Now you listen here! I have been stuck listening to you and that fucker’s bitching about the damn Prototype. It seems that you have forgotten your true purpose for being here.” Angel was thrown off guard by Pierre’s direct and ominous tone. It’s honestly so abrupt for them. One minute ago they were talking with Sawyer about the Prototype getting booped, and now this?

“You were brought in here for a reason. Specifically to see if the Bigger Body Project can still work till this day. Me and Sawyer have wonderful plans for you.” Pierre mockingly air quotes the word wonderful. Remembering how fondly Angel described the Prototype to be.

Angel’s eyes widened ten fold at this realization. The whole reason they were kidnapped wasn’t just for the plastic abomination duo to get more information on their children but, to experiment on Angel themself! They could only recount the horrors that their kids had forced upon them during their experimentation. How terrified Catnap or Long Legs was to even start to open up to Angel about it. Angel felt sick. So nauseated by even thinking about their children’s suffering and what will happen to them.

“My children and husband will find me before you can do jack shit.” Angel’s brows furrow. A meaningless threat, Angel has no idea if their family even knows they are missing. They probably have realized it but, they and Angel both have no idea where Angel is in the first place.

“Hmmm. I’m not so sure about that. Maybe if we brought in your brother or mother you would have a different opinion. We could get the whole set in no time!” Pierre manically smiles. His look changes thinking of all of the possibilities.

“Don’t you *dare* even FUCKING touch them. You are so dead if you even decide to lay a finger..” Angel grits out while aggressively tried to get out of the restraints they were in. Pierre could only smirk as he saw Angel’s reaction. While Sawyer prepared the chloroform to knock Angel out.

“Open wide.” Sawyer shoves the chloroform rag onto Angel’s face. Angel desperately tries to flinch away but to no avail. They get knocked out thinking of their found family, hoping that they are safe.

“Let’s start this.” Sawyer expectantly glares at Pierre to haul over Angel’s new body.

Sawyer grabs a scalpel from the surgeon table and cuts Angel’s head open. Blood pours out from all sides as Sawyer is precise. He doesn’t even look affected at ll. Though it makes sense, he’s been doing this on children after all.

“Pierre, roll that table towards me.” Pierre rolls the table and carefully places it so Sawyer can put Angel’s brain as a temporary spot during the procedure.

“Their vitals seem to be normal. No major inconsistencies that should be noted.” Sawyer snapped back in that annoying robotic voice. It’s like he was a whole ass person while talking to the thing (Angel) about his ex- Prototype.

Sawyer carefully transferred Angel’s brain to their new body. He didn’t want this experiment to be a failure already. Pierre and him already worked hard enough to track Angel down and kidnap them. It was also nice to talk to Angel about the Prototype and know how he is doing. Maybe they and him can talk more after the surgery. Though, Angel probably wouldn’t be too keen on having a conversation with the people who just turned them into a toy.

Finally, Sawyer closes up Angel’s new head while he orders Pierre to dispose of the old corpse. Making sure no traces could be found of their experimentation.

“Pierre. Take Angel to a holding room, make sure there is no way they can escape, and don’t be an *idiot* and let them get hurt. They just had surgery for god sakes. I’m not in the mood to deal with them if anything goes wrong.” Pierre grumbles at this with annoyance. He’s not that much of dumbass. Sawyer was when he was taking to Angel and derailing the whole interrogation to the Prototype instead of the experiments.

“Remember your promise to me that if the transfer was successful then we would be able to pick out outfits for each other?” Pierre reminds Sawyer with a smirk. Sawyer looks with an annoyed grunt. Why should he have to worry about trivial matters like clothing? Though, he shouldn’t pass up an opportunity to fix Pierre’s wardrobe. His outfits always look like 80’s fashion (partially the neon and sparkly clothes) uped to the most eye bleeding extreme. He even decided to try and wear them in the lab. How ridiculous and insulting that is!

“Fine. But no sparkly abominations you like to call outfits. My eyes can’t handle that after the transfer.” Sawyer grudgingly replies.

“Hey you have no right calling my wonderful outfits sparkly abominations. Your outfits are always so flat and lifeless. I guess they seem to reflect you at least.” Pierre jabs at Sawyer. It’s like he’s a monotone and distant bitch anything Pierre is with him but turns googly eyed whenever he talks about the Prototype. He wonders why the hell he puts up with this thing. The only reason is because of the mutual benefit he has with this bitch.

Pierre and Sawyer move to a room where they can pick out different clothing for each other. They examine each other’s wardrobes first.

“Why the hell are your clothes so boring? And why the hell do you have like 20 suits in here?! Oh my god not the turtlenecks. You aren’t Elliot.” Pierre chastised Sawyer. He knew that his outfits were boring but not turtleneck level of disgusting. Even more disgusting than Thing 2 at this point.

“Excuse me. It’s well organized and coordinated. Any occasion an outfit is prepped for. Isn’t it amazing?” Sawyer detailed, his hands moving uncoordinatedly to further illustrate how important the organization of his clothing was to him.

“It’s more dystopian than anything else.” Pierre remarks as Sawyer gasps.

“Let’s see how better your closet is! I bet you don’t even have 15 outfits for the minimal amount of occasions.” Sawyer pettily proclaimed as he started to analyze Pierre’s closet.

Though when Sawyer looked at Pierre’s “closet” he was mortified. He never knew it was possible to have so many neon and sparkly clothes in one little abomination of a closet.

“Did you purposefully make your closet so bad that it would make anyone want to gouge their eyeballs out looking at it? What did you plan to accomplish here, trying to avoid getting robbed? Then I say it’s a great plan. The robbers would already have a seizure before they would be able to steal anything.” Sawyer sarcastically remarks. How blind could one man be?! Even more blind than Elliot was.

“At least mines has life and style. The sparkle only adds to the charm!” Pierre does a dramatic curtesy as Sawyer just rolls his eyes.

“And it blinds your eyes in a good way. Just wanted to let you know.” Pierre cheekily adds.

“Let’s just get on with the picking each other the outfits already.” Sawyer tiredly suggests. He at least can fix a good outfit for Pierre. That man currently needs it the most.

Sawyer and Pierre both rummage in their closets to get an outfit that they deem appropriate for each other.

Pierre brings out a sparkly neon colored shirt with pants and a gem coated cap. To put it nicely, it was interesting to say the least…

While Sawyer brings a collared shirt with a belt and slick black jeans. Formal yet elegant at the same time.

“There’s no way I’m wearing that neon abomination with a sorry excuse of chained belts. It’s something that the one experiment would wear.” Sawyer sneers out in disgust and disbelief. How dare Pierre even assume that Sawyer would wear the equivalent to a Barbie that was assaulted by 20 children. Who all collectively decided to use colored sharpies.

“And I will never wear that grey ass *COLLARED* shirt with black jeans of all things. Do you want my poor legs and ass to suffocate?!” Pierre can only gasp in semi mock horror as he sees the drab outfit. Sure Sawyer is pretty tight and bitchy in their workplace but, even in his wardrobe as well?! Has Sawyer’s obsessing over the Prototype suck the life out of him? Or was he always this lifeless? Pierre can only wonder at this point.

“Stop your incessant whining and complaining, didn’t you want us to pick each other outfits?” Sawyer sighs as he puts his pride aside.

“I’ll wear your… selected outfit if you wear mines. And before you ask, yes we can wear them in public.” Sawyer grits out as his foot starts to tap in expectance.

“You read my mind. Maybe we should do this again!” Pierre smirks as he suggests the idea. Not much to Sawyer’s amusement.

“No.”

“B-but can we at least try them out?”

Sawyer takes a deep breath of air, this was going to be yet another mistake. He should know better by now, so why is he so committed to do it?

“Fine. We can test out how the outfits look on us first.”

“Wow, never knew you had it in you!” Pierre laughs as he wraps his arm around Sawyer.

“Don’t push it.”

“Whatever you say buddy.”

Chapter Text

Ugh… Angel felt so damn drowsy. Why the hell did they feel like that? Just get up *nothing* is wrong everything will be fine. They get up and stand, examining themselves to make sure nothing happened.

You are okay everything is alright, Angel’s thoughts are stopped immediately once they see their hands. No, it can’t be right? They aren’t seeing plastic, it’s human flesh. The same human flesh that they are comforted by. They must be hallucinating, yes that’s right! They are probably just drowsy from earlier.

Angel looks at the rest of their body for some sort of comfort, that they are just seeing things and that they are themself. Their face pales in shock as they feel their skin. Or at least their hands, as the rest of their body is covered in a white robe? It reminds them of the Catholic statues Catnap has put in the house after converting. A way to move away from the bad memories and actions of what he had done in the name of worshipping the Prototype. All Angel could do was let out a huff of panic as they grab onto their face.

They trace over and over and over again as they feel their breath hitching more and more. No this can’t be happening. They didn’t turn into a toy, no monster of themselves. Angel’s fake hands can now only grip then tighten over their face. Trying to rip off this disgusting plastic. Their real face must be hidden somewhere in there, yeah that’s it.

Just rip it just rip it off just rip it off. They felt like throwing up, no **wanted** to. It’s not like they didn’t feel like screaming and crying, everything is just becoming hazy. The colors warp from normal to something of what an addict would see. The feelings of dread and helplessness kicked into the mix. Angel wasn’t even alone, they are still with Pierre and Sawyer. The same “people” who did this to them, to their children and love. They can’t even speak as all that comes out from their scratchy throat is a pathetic whimper. A sad excuse for an attempt at regaining any self control or dignity.

Angel prayed to any god or gods out there to save them. That this is all just a nightmare and that they will wake up in their bed with their wonderful children and doting husband. Their hands trembled together to let out yet another soft yet angry shrill for anyone out there.

But no one came.

No one came, this is not another incomprehensible nightmare that Angel gets tortured by when it calls for their suffering. To relive all of the trauma and suffering they and their precious children were put through. It was real. The ground, their hands, their disgusting “new” body was all real. They could feel it. The disturbingly and inhuman smooth skin painted with a porcelain shine dressed in an elegant white robe was even more clearer to see. Angel’s once familiar features that coated their skin and body, were now gone. Every scar they had told a story not even a thousand words could describe. Their comforting clothing being switched for something a mindless doll would wear.

The burning sensation in their throat only amplified as they further realized the true abomination they were. Everything just became so intense and hazy that Angel just wanted to bash their now plastic perfect head in.

Soon objects went flying and smashing into each other. How the hell were they so incompetent as to let this happen to themselves? They’re supposed to be the one to take care of everyone, not the pathetic damsel in distress. Right now all Angel could think about was to get out. Whether it was to get out of their body or where they are imprisoned in it was clear the destruction they were causing was only now just starting. The walls of the confinement Angel was kept in were in tatters as the rampage continued.

While all of this was happening the plastic duo were “conversing” with each other (arguing and yelling like an old couple) about something they both wanted added to Angel’s angelic design. The design was already a cruel joke in itself. The nickname the Dogday gave Angel and now the experiments call them by is what they get turned into. How poetic. Though, an angel can never truly be one without a pair of wings, right?

“I told you, we are NOT doing any unnecessary artistic additions to the wing plan I have so graciously drafted for the both of us already.” Sawyer exerted in absolute annoyance and disbelief. How much of an idiot was the man sitting in front of is? Can he not clearly see how impractical and tacky such “improvements” could make to this vital experiment?!

“Come on just stop being an uptight old hag for once and let me add some details to the wings. It isn’t going to kill you to add some life into your already pathetic livelihood.” Pierre cockily replied as he titled his head in mocking at the word pathetic. If there is one thing to get out of Sawyer is his reactions to Pierre “teasing” him. And plus, the bitch really does need some sense of will. After all, all he focuses on is that damn Prototype and unfortunately for Pierre. Telling his twelve year old-fanfic writer descriptions of him. Don’t get Pierre wrong, Sawyer always pretends his incessant ramblings are “professional” and for “research purposes” but he knows the truth all too well at this point.

“Use your brain for once! Oh sorry I guess it’s hard for you, after all. When you don’t use something for a long time it’s usually more difficult to use it.” Sawyer remarked as his mouth slightly twitched into a more upward position.

“I do use it-“ Pierre’s response was interrupted as they both heard a crash near when they kept their latest experiment. Oh no.

The plastic duo both scurry to the area that they are keeping Angel. Or at least what’s left of it anyways. Multiple items being thrown at the walls while Angel grips their fake hair in agony. It’s like they’re being burnt alive and they can’t do anything to stop it.

“What the fuck is going on?!” Pierre cursed aloud. Sawyer was just looking on in a mix of disappointment and intrigue.

“Come on, we are going inside to quiet the experiment down.”

“There’s absolutely no way I’m willing to put myself in the same room as the thing who is destroying it.”

“Yes you are. End of story, don’t you dare make me drag you in there with me.”

“Oh please you aren’t going to do anything to me. You old whiny hag- OW!” Pierre yelped out as Sawyer pulled his ear. Like a parent reprimanding their child for sneaking in some extra dessert Sawyer was dragging Pierre into the massacred room. The difference is that one situation is between a parent and a child while the other is with two grown ass men.

“God how pathetic are to act so whiny when you have to do one simple task?” Sawyer groaned out in annoyance as he noticed Pierre opened his mouth to say yet another smartass rebuke.

“And no, it is not a hypothetical.”

As the duo finally arrived into the room Angel was clawing their face out with their fingers. Blood threatened to start trickling down their face because of the sheer force that was being put on their “face”.

All they wanted to do was to gouge their putrid eyeballs.

Rip their lying tongue out.

Destroy their false promises that now coat their lips.

Pull the teeth that let them consume their undeserved meals.

Angel imagined their eyes getting forcibly gouged out of their own sockets. Them having to dig and pull until it starts to detach from the socket. That one little pesky optic nerve that just wouldn’t server. How much further it would be pulled until it fully comes out? Would their eye even be recognizable or would the pressure just be too much, and it explodes right there? Leading to a horrendous amount of disgusting gore. It would surely be such a tedious mess to clean up, at least if Angel did that it could annoy the bitchy duo. Who Angel could swear that they were divorced just from all of their arguing.

“Hey stop that right now experiment! You’re being more pathetic than usual.” Angel quickly stopped their clawing of their so called face and looked up at the man who dared to interrupt them. Of course it was Pierre, the booming voice should have given it away.

“Experiment I would suggest to stop what you are doing this instant or drastic matters will be taken.” Sawyer commanded, expecting Angel to grovel at the ground they both stood on like some damn animal. God they forgot how seemingly devoid of life Sawyer’s voice was. Angel hated it.

“Or what? You aren’t going to do anything. I dare you to even try to come close. I’ll make you both feel an incomprehensible amount of times the suffering my children endured.” Angel snarled out as they raised their body to be in an offensive position. It having qualities of a mama bear who just found out her cubs were missing. Ironic. Surely it wouldn’t be that hard to take down one puny little experiment? Especially one that has just gotten their body “seamlessly” overnight.

“God I have to now get over there because of it.” Pierre groaned out as he started to cautiously walk towards Angel. Being met with Angel lunging at him for his fingers.

“AH- WHAT THE FUCK?!” Angel’s teeth quickly sunk into Pierre’s fingers as he flailed his entire arm around as a desperate attempt to get the experiment off of him. Though, unfortunately for Pierre Angel’s jaw and subsequently their teeth remained in his now bloodied fingers.

“SAWYER I SWEAR TO GOD GET YOUR FUCKING ASS HERE-“ Pierre screamed out as his fingers were getting abused by Angel’s teeth. Seeming like the fingers were a chew toy instead of human flesh.

“I’m here don’t worry your idiotic head about it.” Sawyer replied in a mocking tone as he armed himself with two key items. Some sort of a collar and tranquilizer. Problem is that the target needs to be standing still or else the dart could go anywhere… or anyone. Sawyer did not need a repeat of THAT situation again. Never. Again.

Angel started to drag Pierre across the room by his fingers while trying to get away from Sawyer. Their “feet” touched the floor with a hard whack as they scurried along with Pierre screaming and struggling. Angel’s world started to blur as the yelling of Pierre and maybe Sawyer mixed together like a shitty mixed moonshine. Their instincts telling them to try to run and escape from this disgusting place, to reunite with their children and Elliot-

“Experiment, let go of my business partner. It’s for your own good or else I will take drastic measures.” Angel’s thoughts were cut through by Sawyer’s authoritative order. Pierre was still kicking while yelling out curses as Angel sunk their teeth even more.

“OW! WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU ON?!”

“This is what you get for harming my children. You disgusting excuse for a human. My children you call experiments have so much more humanity than you and your ex will ever have.” Angel snarled out as they slightly let go of Pierre’s fingers. It was by accident, just to let them speak and rest their clenched jaw.

The moment they did they received a punch in their fake face by Pierre. If not in the moment Angel would have relished the punch. Yes, pull, punch, rip, do anything to mangle the rancid mask that is the supposed “new” face of Angel. It’s false, everything is false. Everything about themselves, at least physically for now. It deserves to rot. The corpse wouldn’t even be edible for any animals to consume. Their body wouldn’t even be useful to the Earth.

“Get your ass back here!” Angel scurried away as both Pierre and Sawyer chased them. They saw something in Sawyer’s hands. What the hell was it…?

“Pierre get behind the experiment so we could corner it. And no complaining, be grateful you aren’t the one who’s going to do what I’m about to do.” Sawyer demanded as he got in front of Angel with Pierre following close behind. While Angel was trying to see where exactly the duo were moving. Studying what to do next.

“And be careful, I don’t want for you to get shot by a dart.” Pierre’s eyebrow raised at the uncharacteristic remark. He was used to seeing Sawyer being monotone and reacting to his teasing. It barely happens, but when it does, Pierre knows to remember it.

“Now get behind the experiment for god sakes.” Pierre smirked as he chased down Angel. Soon he got behind Angel.

“What the hell are you planning? I know your plastic ass is up to something.” Angel grunted out as they looked for an opening to pounce on. Figuratively and literally.

“Now now now, don’t get your head twisted. We aren’t planning to do anything too bad. Though you deserve anything that comes for your disgusting self. You seeing the other experiments as your children and the Prototype as your… lover. Angel could see the sneer and disgust for their existence from Pierre. He shuddered as he had to say those last couple of words.

“Also for your information my ass is not plastic and it is in fact very durable!” Pierre added on as he cocked his head as he very confidently stated the firmness of his ass. An odd thing to say the least, but not the worst thing Pierre has ever said. Not even close.

“Oh yeah the ass that the other plastic bitch grabs I bet. Also don’t you dare talk about them that way.” Angel’s face darken the moment they mention their children and their wonderful Prototype. How dare this bastard even have the gull of talking and doing horrendous shit to them. All of them.

“HEY HE DOES NOT-“ Pierre interrupts himself as he smirks with his shit eating grin. Shit, what was he planning-

Angel felt something pointy insert itself into their skin. They turned around and find a dart in their back, and also Sawyer behind them. Fuck, Pierre was distracting their dumbass while Sawyer was able to get
an easy shot. Right after that Angel felt drowsy, their vision was getting blurry and they felt like dropping to the floor out of pure exhaustion. F-fuck, no it can’t end like this way again. They can’t fail again, not their poor children and spouse. Angel is god damn failure. They couldn’t even start running for an escape. How pathetic is that? Those were their thoughts before they completely blacked out.

“It was about time that it passed out. God it fucking mangled my fingers though.” Pierre looks out his bloodied fingers and winces in pain. It was like they were an animal who was starved for over a week.

“I’ll patch it up after you shut it. I swear it’s like you have diarrhea of your mouth.”

“Then why did you tell me to be careful about the dart shooting into me?” Pierre’s mouth twinges into a smirk. No, a shit eating grin from him starting to tease Sawyer again. Despite his fingers actively bleeding and shaking.

Sawyer stayed silent. He doesn’t even have a twinge care for that buffoon. It’s a transactional relationship now. Even if he told Pierre to be careful it doesn’t mean that he genuinely cares for him. Pierre is still that same idiot he was years ago and just loves to piss him off. His eyes are still on Elliot. No one else. Definitely.

“Aww you really care then.” Pierre mockingly coos as his shit eating grin widens even more. A dramatic gasp soon followed.

“Just because we somehow got drunk one night and then magically woke up with a marriage certificate doesn’t mean anything. This is a transactional relationship and nothing else. You might have constipation of the mouth too now that I think about it.” Sawyer stated like it was a fact. At least the last part was, but it seemed to have much more of a snark than usual.

“You really are such a pain in the ass sometimes. It’s like you are that only to dear old me.”

“Don’t worry your little nonexistent brain I’m like this to everyone.”

As quick as the duo started to bicker they both realized two things. Angel was still lying on the ground and Pierre was actively bleeding from his fingers.

Sawyer starts to walk away while Pierre notices. He calls him out in annoyance.

“Are you just going to leave me there with this freak?”

“No, I’m literally going to get a med kit so I can bandage up your fingers. Idiot.” Sawyer cursed as he quickly went for a med kit. On the other hand Pierre was standing around like a pouting child.

“Man I still want to do that wing design for it. If we are going to harbor the thing we might as well make it to look stylish in the process.” Pierre exclaimed to himself as he watched over Angel. Looked like the thing was having a nightmare. It better not destroy any equipment or bite his ass again like a little gremlin. God forbid the experiment actually bite his damn ass, oh how a tragedy that would be!

“Move over. I’m going to bandage your fingers and then we will put the experiment in a new room.” Sawyer ordered as he grabbed Pierre’s waist to drag him down onto the floor. At this motion Pierre raises his eyebrows.

“Wow, I guess you really want this done fast. Anyways when are we going to start planning the wing design?” I would like to start working on them.” Pierre raved as his eyes started to sparkle, it was like a show light fell on him. He started to impatiently tap his foot as a little respond. Of course like always, Sawyer always noticed.

“Before you start your incessant rambling about the wing design just know that I’ve already formed a blueprint for it.” Sawyer pauses as he reluctantly adds on. “And yes, I did use some of your… feedback to improve on the already established design.”

“Who knew that the stuck up bitch could let himself get loose like this? Plus, do not even call my little rant about my wonderful design when you have obsessive ramblings about the Prototype daily. It gets annoying.” Pierre’s teasing tone turned into more of a snarl. That Prototype was really getting on his nerves, and Sawyer’s highschool combined with 12 year old fanfic writer rants about him do not make things any better. Abominations he thinks. Disturbing and disgusting.

“Those are not obsessive ramblings as you so callously dub them as. It’s all for research and archival purposes only.” Sawyer defensively replied as annoyance crept into his expression once again. Did he truly care for this idiot?!

“Oh please, you know exactly what I’m talking about-” Pierre was quickly cut off with a tightening of bandages by Sawyer. Least to say he was not amused in the slightest.

“I’ve finished patching you up and now we can finally start making the physical design for the wings. Then the most important part, putting them on.” Sawyer greedily exclaimed as his eyes lit up like a toddler seeing some candy. Though instead of a toddler it was a man obsessed with an abomination he created while the candy was Angel constantly wanting to rip their own skin off.

“Alright then, don’t get too excited. I don’t want you to pass out right before we do the physical framing and construction of the wings.” Pierre smirked as he playfully teased yet again.

“Then we have no time to waste. Pierre pick the experiment up so we can transport them to another room. And don’t be sloppy.” Sawyer commands as Pierre rolls his eyes. Back to the bitchy robotic attitude for him. He then picks up Angel grudgingly. God he’s going to need a hour shower at least after this.

Sawyer and Pierre eventually arrive into a new room. It looked like the old one that Angel had previously destroyed but it had one key difference. A glass window was inserted into one of the walls of the room.

“Why would you add a glass window of all things? Couldn’t they just shatter or scratch at it?” Pierre asked with a mix of curiosity and sarcasm. What could is this sly bitch thinking?

At this, Sawyer manically smirked. Was it one that any normal sane human being should ever have? No. Was it one that Sawyer has whenever he comes up with a plan? Yes. The same one that was fixed Sawyer’s face when he told Pierre of the whole kidnapping plan in the first place.

“Oh that’s just to give our little toy a sense of security. A chance of escaping us. Over these past years of experience I’ve come to an understanding- if we give a subject even a little amount of hope it will lead to interesting results. A bit more effort in any daily tests or practice.” Sawyer maniacally replied as he giggled like a little girl. The only way to make Sawyer is through the excitement of science or the Prototype.

“So it’s like you are toying with them?” Even Pierre was a bit surprised at this. At how crazed Sawyer’s reaction was. It’s been a long while since he’s ever been this excited about anything. Though, he supposed that he can’t talk. He did help on experimenting on orphaned children. And now, Angel is his and Sawyer’s latest victim.

“Surprisingly you are once correct. Now, follow me and be careful. I don’t want them to get damaged or anything. Not especially before they get their new wings.”

Pierre does exactly that. After a little bit of walking they both arrive into the surgeon room. The same room that made Angel into a toy to begin with.

“Put their body on the operation table, make sure it is set to the most flexible mode. I didn’t work on making the table be as accurate to the one’s we had in the factory for nothing.” Sawyer asserted as Pierre rolled his eyes yet again. Pain in the ass. He swears, and all of this for the Prototype’s pet?!

Pierre put Angel’s body onto the operation table. Making sure to strap them just incase they started to wake up or move. While Sawyer was preparing every tool that would be needed in this operation.

“You sure you don’t want to use any anesthesia or red gas? When it wakes up it’s going to be feeling every single second of it. I’m not in the mood to deal with that.” Pierre annoying added. The operation surely would do a lot for Angel’s aesthetic and mobility purposes. But only if it’s successful.

“That’s why it’s crucial to start the procedure right away. When they eventually awake just quiet down their screams with a rag.” Sawyer added nonchalantly. Like he’s taking off the heads of his Barbie dolls instead of committing atrocities on the human body.

“Fine, don’t blame me if it randomly starts screaming.”

“Then let’s start. The more sooner we complete this operation the better.”

Pierre flipped Angel so that their back was exposed. After that Sawyer started by making a little incision into Angel’s skin. He then prepped the needle and the thread.

“Pierre, make yourself useful and get me the wings.” Sawyer demanded as he tapped his shoe impatiently. Wanting to already start.

Pierre sighs as he goes grabs the massive wings. He wonders how the hell they’re going to even fit on it in the first place.

The once little incision turned into a forceful dig in the flesh mere moments after. As Sawyer was carefully sewing on each tiny bit of the wings movement happened under him.

The Angel finally woke up.

Where the hell were they again, as they try to get up they to look around for anything it starts. The coursing pain.

It feels like maggots are crawling through their skin and eating their way out. Or them laying eggs in their dying corpse. As they tried to scream or at least move Pierre jumps in with a rag.

“Nuh uh. You are not making any disgusting cries for help.” Pierre chuckled as he digged the rag into Angel’s mouth further. Much to their moans and groans for a release.

Sawyer then motioned for Pierre to do something to make Angel move less as he robotically finished a part of the wing attachment already. While Angel was already seething in pain, praying for any higher being to take their pain away.

Pierre rolled his eyes and begrudgingly “petted” Angel as a way to try and calm them down. Angel’s response? Growling and cursing like a dog infected with multiple types of diseases. Mostly rabies.

“Thank you for calming the patient down.” Sawyer stated at loud while he was finishing up the sewing on the first wing.

“I swear to god me petting them is doing more damage to them.” Pierre gruffly replied as he gripped Angel’s hair as a response to their extra movement.

“Their first wing has been attached. Now it’s time for the second one.”

Angel cried out in response. God someone please save them. Anything would suffice. The searing pain is so much worse than being burnt alive? Was this their karma? A way of the universe to get back at them for running away like a coward. It doesn’t even matter anymore. They just want this to go away.

Sawyer digs the needles harshly into Angel’s skin as Pierre grips onto their head more harshly. A warning. If they make a ruckus then the pain they’re experiencing right now wouldn’t even compare. They tough out the rest of the process. Imagining that they’re seeing their children for the first time. Beating Elliot’s ass for the first time. Anything to distract themself.

As Sawyer finishes the last thread Pierre removes the cloth. A loud gasp of relief was all the Angel cared to admit. Their vocal cords abused from the amount of screaming that was muffled.

“Finally it’s done. And I can’t believe I’m saying this but for once it looks good.” Pierre surprisingly pointed out as Angel wheezed. He was smug as ever seeing his blueprint plans come to life.

“Yes, the main part is done. But we have a bigger objective, now we should run tests. Didn’t you say that these wings should be actually working?” Sawyer asked as he nonchalantly petted Angel as they recoiled in disgust.

“Of course Sawyer. What kind of scientist do you take me for?” Pierre manically laughed as he looked over Sawyer petting Angel like a dog.

“Are you seriously doing that?” Pierre groaned out. “Way to kill the vibe.”

“Oh but don’t worry, we’re only getting started. Right Angel?” Sawyer “gently” asked as Angel tried to give an insult. Finally giving up as they deluded themself into pretending that Sawyer’s lifeless pets were anything like home. They just wanted to go home.