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TW!! This contains gore and sensitive topics around the end but it’s labeled when it comes to that part!!

(this is Merrit’s Backstory but from the game Poppy playtime world. So it’s a bit descriptive)

it’s written as journal entries written By Em. A employee turned toy.

February 12th 19??“So Em tell me. Why do You want to join playcare?”

That’s what the interviewer said to me when I first entered the room and after practicing this conversation for over a week I was quick to answer with

“I wanted to give these children a good adult to look up too while they wait to be adopted”

And not to brag but the man seemed impressed(?) with my answer and after a bunch more questions that took hours he said “come to orientation on the first of March at 5-am” I was happy to say the least I was hired on the spot for Playcare attendant since I heard that other employees were not allowed to interact with the children I was kinda expecting the interviewer to be strict but I got hired and that’s good.-Em

March 1th 10am

Showing up to Playtime Co an hour before opening time was ominous since it was still dark out but it was my orientation and after going down long halls and then the long 8 minute long cable car ride I was in Playcare. Me and the interviewer Man (his name is Welch) Showed me around the playcare and showed me the counselors office, Home sweet home, the playhouse maze thing. (Being honest I might find excuse to run around in there) and then finally the school but soon The tour was almost over with Welch leading me back to the area that was almost invisible (it was a door in the wall) he showed me a locker room and there was my name. On the only locker there. Welch also told me that I MUST change out in here from my uniform since apparently it might cause “conflict” if other employees see me as they’re not allowed to Interact with the kids

March 2nd 19??

GODS I JUST DROVE HOME But the first day there was amazing! The children were oh so cute but not much polite but Welch gave me the 8 themed uniforms based off “the smiling critters” that are some mascots around Playcare that children liked or so I thought

.Nope while I was walking around I stepped on some giant yellow feather and looked up to see a giant chicken with a wide smile. It’s face that it had was kind of off putting and it looked so sentient and it could talk! I heard of animatronics before but I didn’t expect Playtime co to go all out. but the kids seemed pretty happy around it being that they known this thing for almost all of their life. But I’d rather not get stepped on so kept my distance and the fact I heard there was more of them I was so…. Curious on how their mechanics work to say the least. But the day was insanely busy more than any job I’d had since kids were pulling me around the whole place.I might have to take my journal to work and leave it in my locker or leave in the car to write in on my way back home.

March 24th 19??

Gods It’s been a while since I’ve wrote in here but so much to catch up in here this may be one of my last entries for a bit .Like I said the job is one of the more fun but busiest jobs ever but along with that the smiling critters seem so alive. Like they’re really are sentient, Fully alive,but after fully having a conversation with a couple of them and becoming friends with them plus the kids it’s a really amazing job that I’d never thought I’d have. but back to the critters. The chicken is named kickin, the dog is called Dogday, the unicorn is called Crafty, the rabbit is Hoppy, the elephant is Bubba, the pig is called Picky, and the bear is Bobby, and the newest one I found out about today is Catnap. they all have separate personalities and they’re really are cool but one I noticed that there’s not a character for sharing. Like generosity not to question the person who made the critters but there’s a critter for Sleeping but none to show children to share?. Odd but may be a little self indulgent but I may make a tiny character to get these kids to share since we do have a problem with the children refusing to sharing literally anything even the teachers and the critters can’t deal with.

March 25th 19??

Look I know I said i wouldn’t write in here for a minute but I couldn’t sleep till I drew my idea out it’s 3am and I have work in 3 hours. So here she is. Merrit Ferret.Qualities she has is of course sharing/ generosity. I wanted her make her design simple for kids to remember but also unique that kids don’t get confused with the others. I also made her a ferret since the kids really liked them after they learned about animals in Delights class. Her charm…. A leaf since not to get serious but a thing I noticed is that the children haven’t seen the outside world and don’t know what a realistic tree looks like.Then I’m also mad at the fact I found out my job isn’t to even take care of them but just give them normal human interactions so when they get adopted they aren’t off put by the sight of a person. But back to Merrit I also gave her the quality of gardening so kids can get more into plants and actually maybe get photos of the outside world.

March 30th

The character was a hit! Ever since I made her! I brought the idea in to show the kids and they liked her! Including the critters! We even came up with the phrase “Merrit would’ve shared that___” I gave that example with a plushie critter of Dogday that all of the kids were fighting over. They even repeated the phrase and crap once i started talking about how Merrit loved gardening since she could share veggies she made to the rest of the critters I’m sorry Ms.Delight but the kids all asked about plants in class and how they grow…and they saw the actual sky for the first time…well a photo of it but still I didn’t expect this at all. I’m really am so happy

April 15th th 19??

Im in my locker room about to clock out but Well I got caught after a month? But anyways I was dealing with the kids as usual playing some games in the funhouse but I called in by boss man. I don’t know how his name is spelt so I’m calling him Boss man but he called me back and told me he knew about Merrit. He liked the idea of a generous ferret and said to “get even more creative”don’t know if that was insult or a compliment but once I’m clocked out I’m stopping by a nearby textile shop and get some patterns and fabric for a new project. Still April 15th but I have more to add so I don’t forget. I’m in my car currently. While I walking out in the pouring rain but I met a man. He said he knew I was around the children even when I tried denying it but after some back and forth I gave in. He said he knew “stuff” about the critters and every toy in this place I think I knew what he meant with how…life like they are but I just think they are well animatronics with speakers in them that people/ actors would voice. But the thing he said that caught me off guard the most was “you’re next if you keep going” I wanna think positive and think he’s saying I’m voicing my own character or maybe she’s getting a small appearance in the show but a part of me can’t help but believe something is wrong. But I can’t dwell on it for long im soaked wet plus I have a project to make.

April 20th

After 5 days making my project both at home and work I gave it to boss man today and he liked it. He then went on a monologue of how my character got the children under control since the whole sharing thing was a nuisance that we were struggling with. Then he mentioned how my idea could get other kids around the world to be more generous and more considerate. Then a part that shocked me the the most was he said he’d show the manufacturers my creation and well after hours of talking and certain agreements . Merrit is now part of the Smiling critters. The joy I’m feeling cant be put this journal I have to scream it to everyone. But on my way out I saw the man again but In his work attire he had a lab coat and very much looked liked a doctor but yet I’ve never seen him in the nurses office. But I waved hi but he didn’t wave back i thought maybe he had a long day since he looked so…out of it like he saw something he can’t unsee.so I didn’t mind.

July 10th 19??

I finally found my journal in this empty corner of the funhouse just when I bought a new one but oh well. I think one of my kids got it but couldn’t read the words in here and left it to the mercy of the other children because of the scratch marks all over. But anyways I’ve been thriving. Merrit has hit shelves, she’s in the cartoons that I get to voice in and damn it. Even the smiling critters are happy for me! The kids love walking up to and showing me drawings of Merrit they made. it’s even hard for me to believe later on boss man said he had a surprise for me in this office and to stay after hours. But I’m really happy maybe he’s maybe gonna get Merrit a “bigger body” and I’ll get to voice her just like in the cartoons!

This is where it gets Gore-y u can stop here or keep going!!

The date…I don’t know. But it’s been a long time but it’s been months Boss lied to me.plus Everything hurts. My arms my legs everything. I’m writing this in pain even my damn hands or now paws? Who cares they hurt. I had to wait for everyone to clear so I can write. I Can’t hold a pen with these paws so I’m stuck writing in crayon and a piece of paper…But update I’m not a person anymore. I’m my own creation there’s no Em anymore I’m now a damn ferret. God don’t even want to talk about the damn procedure. I remember EVERYTHING being held down, getting put under or so they thought! I had to witness seeing my body get turned from skin to fur but not being able to move!!!The weird man was right I was next and I saw him give me that stare of empathy…I’ve should’ve have stopped when I had the chance…looking back the critters. Back then I thought it was odd they were so life like but they’re really are alive. They were once like me… a person but now im stuck with the same permanent dreaded smile as them even worse I have a zipper on my chest. I feel like once I pull it down my guts are falling out but Ive been stuck in this lab waiting to get let out since the doctors want me to heal completely since the sheer weight of my arms will rip apart if I stand up.but there is this one doctor. I don’t know their name but they seem so sweet and In their eyes they saw I was still a person and treated me as one. They were nice like an angel…I want to ask them so bad if my kids are okay. And to tell them I didn’t abandon them as that’s the last thing I’d do to them. But then again employees aren’t allowed to interact with the kids so I have no hope.

I have completely lost track of time The noises outside… the screams of I don’t know what… but due to having heightened senses I could hear everything… I could smell the puddles of blood. oh how I wanted to rip my ears off or pull the chest zipper down and see what happens. I did. But nothing happened it’s just empty. There goes my escape. But what now i still feel pain in my limbs but it’s down where I can sit up and even curl up. I know what I have been through was hell but I want to know everything. Including this new body of mine. Well this is later I’m assuming it’s night now that it’s dark around this cell(?) but i stood up fully for the first time. I’m massive! More than 5ft and could curl into ways I didn’t know I can.

The next day I’m guessing I walked for the first time. Sucks I had start start all over but I learn from before and I accidentally smashed a window with my tail. I didn’t know it could hit so hard but I did and I tried to stick my hand to the door but i couldn’t- Making this quick Incase it my last entry but…Catnap oh how hopeful I was but he came up to me wanting me to worship “The prototype” I didn’t know what he was saying so I said no out of fear and well his appearance was terrifying to say the least but after I said no…i was gassed with Red smoke and scratched with my leg being taken.But with the smoke I had to bear my transformation all over again and I cried and screamed. My hands are still shaking or hand now since I guess I was knocked out for a while as when I had woken up to see my arm eaten away by smaller critters. I tried shaking them off but my arm was far gone so after getting some broken glass and tons of tears I cut what remained Good thing i can crawl and I can still write to keep me sane.

How am I still here? Well being able to store stuff in my chest zipper I put my journal in here but update there goes part of my ear. I was able to walk out the cell after much debating with myself but the doors were shut so I had to Hotwire them open but while I was getting the final door a plush critter crawled down and bit the top my ear. I slapped it with my tail and its friends backed off. At least it has friends unlike me i might just Wonder around and see what happens.

Both and both Wandering around what remains of what I once knew was even more dehumanizing than this body of mine i get so paranoid when I hear anything move but Looking through these old entries…i was so dumb the weird man was right it was literally dangling in my face but I’ve ran into some old friends.The critters I was doing a food run but I ran into a trail of familiar feathers and I followed and I got ambushed by Hoppy. I forgot they don’t know me but backed off when they saw I was well. Merrit and was sane. I showed them my entries as they knew I wrote for fun and the faces they gave me made me breakdown. i asked a couple questions but some answers was disappointing but I got a answer i had asked if they remembered the procedure, who they were, and what happened the day of all the screaming.Not a single one remembers their old life and I was the only one…but they know about the day of screams. Or the Hour of joy. They said that day every employee here gotten massacred and after I heard that I didn’t dare ask about my kids since I guess I already knew the answer but I stayed the night with them and cried myself to sleep.

The next day I’m also assuming I stayed with them again and found out even more things. Dogday is assumed dead. Catnap isn’t good… and looking back when I was Em, he was introvert but I was allowed to get close rarely but that was back then. I’m in the present now. But back on track most of everyone seemed pretty intact thanks to Craftycorn and she fixed my arm and leg with random robotic parts. I have some of my limbs back now but I can’t stay. I have to wander more what if someone is still out there. Waiting I’m leaving tonight and maybe find a way out

Last page last entry I’m currently walking down what ever is left of this factory and wait for someone to ask for help. This book has helped me thought lots when I was Em and now Merrit and even if some pages were wasted to doodles or were too blood stained to use. This book has kept me sane long enough but this might be it.

May this hell be over soon.

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spectralarchers · 6 years

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Pietro as a ghost visits Clint after events of IW to ask what happened to his sister, because he no longer can feel Wanda in the world of living, but also she didn't join him in death.

(also on Ao3)

It’s been a long couple of days. Nights, too.

Clint hasn’t slept for at least a week - he’s been able to get a minute here and there, but never more than absolutely necessary for his body. Whenever he catches himself dozing off, he wakes up again, because he can’t allow himself to rest. He just can’t. Not after-

He doesn’t want to think about it. He doesn’t want to think about the smell of ashes in his nose, the feeling of her hands falling apart, of her presence just disappearing as if she had never existed. He’s afraid that if he closes his eyes, he’ll wake up and have forgotten about her.

About them.

He struggles for a moment, pulling out the used and scratched picture of his family he keeps in his vest. He hates himself that it’s been folded so many times, because now there’s a line across Laura’s face and there’s one across Lila’s face, and the top of Cooper’s head too. He’s afraid he’ll forget how they looked if he- if he allows himself to stop, even if just for a second.

It had all happened so fast - they’d been watching the news, making breakfast, as everyone did, when the battle over Wakanda had broken out. With the time difference, what was broad daylight in Wakanda was still early morning and Clint had been busy beating the pancake dough.

There had been news, and even his SHIELD pager had made a sound. He’d heard it from the kitchen, because he knew that high pitched noise from anywhere - it was different from the mosquito repellents, and all the other loud sounds there were in his home. The loud screech of the television when the plug wasn’t entirely pushed in, the mosquito repellent device, the sound of electricity around the neon light in his office. No, his SHIELD pager vibrated at a loud frequency enough that he heard it.

But he ignored it. They got this, he had thought to himself, as he’d continued beating the dough, waiting for his kids to wake up, so they could go to school. He’d spent the morning folding clothes that had been thrown all over the floor, and he’d set a wash over, so he could hang the clothes out to airdry as soon as it was done.

Laura had come down, fresh and pretty from the shower and after applying make-up, followed by Cooper who was wearing a hideous Walmart Spider-Man themed hoodie, and Lila, in a pretty floral dress, with her two front teeth still missing, but a smile that could melt anyone’s heart.

Nathaniel had been sitting by Clint’s feet, on his plaid, laid out with his favorite toys, and playing as he listened to the sounds of the kitchen.

Picking up Nathaniel, Clint had picked his youngest up and sat him down in his high chair, before quickly applying a kiss to Lila’s forehead and one to Laura’s lipstick clad lips. She was going into town to meet with the bank about Nathaniel’s college fund, there had been a deposit and Clint suspected it was Stark meddling, but he didn’t want to go look for himself. He was never good with the big words and the small writing at the back of contracts, so Laura would be the one to go.

The news were muted, so Clint didn’t realize what was happening. He had been pulling Laura in for a hug, grabbing her from behind and putting his hands on her belly, as he kissed the crook of her neck and told her how pretty she looked and how good she smelled, was that his perfume? He’d asked with a smile nestled on his face, and she’d laughed and Clint had thought that it was the most beautiful morning he could wish for.

Right up until he’d looked down when she had tensed.

Right up until the scar on his chest had flared up, burning across his body, as if the mind stone itself was burning its way through his body yet again.

She’d said his name. Then Lila had too. And, before Clint knew it, they had gone. Blown apart, into tiny little particles, gone from where they stood. Cooper took a second to take it all in, looking paler than usual, asking his dad what was going on, before the spoon he’d been holding fell into the bowl of cereal too loud, dropped from where his hand had been moments before.

Clint looks up. He remembers it clearly. He’d looked around, at a loss for words, and before he knew it, he’d gone to check the pager. Something was wrong. Fury had activated the Marvel protocol, and that meant things were wrong. Oh so very wrong.

He’s stopped alongside a road, in the middle of nowhere Minnesota. He’s on his way to New York, to commandeer one of Stark’s jets. He has to get to Wakanda. He has to- he has to figure out what’s going on. Why his- why-

He looks over at Nathaniel who’s sleeping in the portable crib he’s secured him in and Clint sighs. At least his youngest is still here. At least he’s- at least none of it was a dream. He’d packed the car with a his bows, his guns, his swords and his knives, and all the toddler things he could think of. He’d found his stash of cash, American currencies, Euros, kroners, pounds and all of it. He had no idea what was going on, and in the early hours of the following morning, he’d set out.

The world had been chaos: whatever happened to Laura, Lila and Cooper had happened here too. People had disappeared, he found out, in the middle of their tasks: trains had crashed when the drivers had gone, planes had fallen from the skies when the pilots disappeared, ships had sunk, and everywhere around the country, people were in a survival frenzy. Employees around Nuclear Power Plants were trying to shut them down to keep them from going into a reaction, the military had found itself halved down with planes, ships and helicopters grounded because pilots had gone and staff and-

It was chaos. He’d had to fight off a mob when he’d reached the city, at Walmart, to get some food. Everyone was biting, hitting, and someone even brought a gun to the supermarket. Clint had wrestled the shooter out of it, and gotten smacked in the back of the head by one of the school teachers who had been out for as many cigarettes as she could.

Clint had made it back to the car bleeding and bruised, but he’d handed Nathaniel an apple juice box and had sat behind the wheel, contemplating the barrels of extra fuel he always kept under the backseats of the truck. He’d never thought his plan for world collapse would ever come into action.

He’s fallen asleep, and he knows he’s sleeping because the world is bluer, darker, grayer. He knows because ever since Loki, he can tell when he’s dreaming and when he’s awake because there’s a blue edge to everything.

He’s learned to control it over time, but now he isn’t entirely sure what it means. He can’t force himself to wake up. Maybe his body finally gave it, and he fell asleep in the car, next to Nathaniel.

He opens his eyes in the dream world and looks around - it looks familiar, but he it takes him a couple of minutes to recognize the place. It’s the old church, from Sokovia. Where the core of Ultron’s machine was. Where he’d fought off sentient robots, side by side with the Earth’s Mightiest Heroes. He frowns, and pushes himself up - there is no dust on his hand when he pushes away from the floor. He turns around when he hears footsteps and goes for a punch.

His fist only meets the empty air, as his eyes lock on the figure.

“You didn’t see that coming?”

“Pietro?” Clint exclaims, as he takes a deep breath, looking around. There is no sign of anyone else, and Clint closes his eyes. “Am I dead?”

“No, you are not,” Pietro Maximoff replies, in that accent of his Clint first had hated, and then come to love when he had gotten to know Wanda. Wanda? Clint looks around as Pietro bites his lips. He looks older, and his hair is silver in the moonlight that is travelling down from above.

“You are in my world,” the Sokovian boy replies and after a couple of minutes, Clint finds himself hugging Pietro. With his whole body. It is so nice to see him, even if this world- this dreamworld isn’t real. He hasn’t dreamt of Pietro in months. So he takes this as a nice sign of destiny.

“Why am I here?” Clint asks as he lets go of Pietro, and watches the young man. He looks so good. He looks alive and well. Clint feels a bit jealous, but he doesn’t let it show.

Pietro sighs, before pursing his lips. “What happened in the real world?” he asks, and Clint frowns. “I cannot see- I cannot see beyond the horizon, and- and-” He pauses again, and takes a deep breath. Clint looks to where Pietro was looking, and recognized the edge of the rock Ultron had sent flying. A peaceful moon and sky light up the universe, and he understands the quiet Pietro found here.

“I cannot feel Wanda anymore,” Pietro finally admits. “She is not dead, for she is not here,” he comments, and the look he gives Clint makes Clint want to cry. “I could always feel her, and she me,” Pietro explains. “Even in death I could sense my sister,” he goes on, before he frowns, looking worried, looking so much like Clint would when he was worried.

“What happened?”

Clint purses his lips, unsure of what to answer. The truth is, he doesn’t know.

“I don’t know,” he starts, and he has to take a moment to find the words. “There was a- there was a fight, in Wakanda. Wanda was there. I think- I think we lost,” Clint admits, and looks over at Pietro.

Pietro doesn’t look surprised, and Clint wonders if Pietro knew. He wonders if this is a test, and if this is a way for him to accept what happened, but then Pietro motions for him to follow him and Clint does. They walk among the rubble, the remnants of the Battle of Sokovia, as Clint had fought side by side with Wanda and Pietro, protecting them as much as he had could.

He gazes over at Pietro and realizes Pietro still wears the same clothes as the day he died, and that his wounds are still visible. Pietro brings Clint all the way over to the edge of the island, of the rock, of the meteorite and shows Clint. All around them, there are lights. Different worlds and universes, Clint understands.

“The dead come here,” Pietro explains, quietly, as if afraid of waking up the spirits around them. “They come here when their time in your world is done, like mine was.” Pietro points to a soul, not too long from there, shrouded in purple and anger. “This one came from Wakanda,” he explains. Clint looks, and knows in his heart. Killmonger.

“But my sister has not come here. And your wife and children have not come either,” Pietro says.

Clint looks over the edge, and thinks about what it means. He looks at Pietro, his eyes trying to figure out what the meaning of this dream is.

“You will find no answers here,” Pietro finally admits, as he pushes Clint over the edge. Clint doesn’t scream. He doesn’t say a single sound as he falls, surrounded by lights, near and far. He falls for an eternity, as he thinks about what Pietro said.

Clint wakes up with a jolt. There’s a bobcat on the hood of the car, sleeping in the morning sun. The mist is clearing around them, so it must be early morning. Nathaniel is still sleeping.

Laura isn’t dead. Lila isn’t dead. Cooper isn’t dead.

Clint knows this, in his heart. He pulls his shirt up, and looks down at the mark Loki’s scepter left. The mind stone. The one that Vision had held on his forehead. The mark glows a slight blue, as if confirming whatever it was that Clint had just realized.

Wanda wasn’t dead either.

Pietro had shown him the world of the dead, and his family wasn’t there.

And if they weren’t dead, it meant they could be saved.

#iw spoilers #aiw spoilers #my writing #pietro maximoff #clint barton #alexwraith #laura barton

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