Archive of Our Own ^beta

If there were one way to describe how they, the so called “Butcher,” was feeling, they'd reply that it was sheer annoyance. It may have been an odd choice of emotion, but they had some pretty good reasons for their picking of it. For one, absolutely nothing had gone the way they wanted it to. They wanted to visit this hellish factory, do some exploring, and then maybe do a tiny bit of research into the cryptic-ass letter they got.

Instead, they are being actively hunted by about every living thing within a 2 mile radius. And those living things happen to be toys brought to life via the power of orphans and shitty adults. They still hadn't processed that yet and they knew that when the realization hit them they would be sobbing uncontrollably for about an hour in grief. But considering the fact that they were yet again being chased they couldn't afford to have the breakdown now.

Instead, they had to run through god knows where doing god knows what in order to not get caught by an oversized blueberry sour patch kid. They might’ve taken more notice of their surroundings if they weren't so damn tired and fed up with this stupid fucking factory. Why did this factory stretch on for so damn long? Who knows! Maybe it was built to specifically torment them! Fucker Wucker seemed to agree with their idea as they could hear the faint sounds of him screaming his fuzzy ass of echo throughout the halls.

They really hoped it was the end of this particular chase as exhaustion was creeping into their bones and their tendons felt like they had snapped. Their back ached from the weight of both the Grabpack and the smaller backpack they had. Of course, there always had to be one last obstacle, and this time it was in the form of what looked to be expired jam on the floor. Accidentally snagging a foot in the jam, they realized that it greatly slowed them down and was also really damn sticky. Considering that Bitchy Witchy's haunting screams only grew closer, they knew that they had to skedaddle and ASAP. Spotting the machine looking thing they titled the “arm hand pulling bullshit goddamn device that makes no sense,” they quickly grabbed onto it using their Grabpack and was hoisted into the air and launched towards the exit.

For a brief moment they felt hope as they spotted the bright pink fur of the only other sane being in this entire forsaken factory up ahead, but their lovely friend had other plans.

With far too much strength in his looney tunes looking body, Shitty Witty pinned their to the ground in such a way that they knew your neck would be killing you. Hell, you knew that when (or if) they got home you would be chugging ibuprofen because to be quite honest they were now convinced that they were 90% bruises and 10% rage. Honestly, as they gazed into an agape mouth full of jagged, sharp teeth, they accepted their fate. As long as they didn’t end up in hell with CatNap, they were fine with whatever happened.

What next happened was not what they were expecting. Instead of becoming the blueberry bitches dinner, he instead suddenly averted his gaze away from them and actually let them go. What the fuck? While they didnt play many horror games due to being a pussy, they knew that this was typically the part where their vision would fade to black and a “game over” screen would pop up. Numbly, they watched as Huggy (what a stupid fucking name oh my god they were not calling him that—) backed away from them defensively, screaming out while doing so. Confusion crept into their mind as they watched this practical predator take on a defense stance, stomping one of his feet and holding out his arms in a way that made it clear he was prepared to attack at any moment.

The confusion was cleared up when a scream not belonging to him echoed out throughout the room. Station? There was a train, so would it be a station? Ah, who gives a shit. What was important was that Huggy and Kissy were now interacting for the first time that they knew of. Had it been under better, not as life threatening circumstances, they mightve found the scene in front of them to be fascinating. It was beautiful in a way to see these two beings who were clearly designed to be one anothers other half interact. If screaming at each other while taking on a defensive pose was considered interacting.

With all the screaming they were nearly convinced that they would be going deaf soon, but thankfully the two seemed to come to some sort of agreement as Huggy gave a last, softer scream before hesitantly approaching Kissy, who was cautious making her way to him. They stopped breathing for a moment, afraid that any sign of disturbance would break this fragile moment unfolding in front of them. Awestruck, they watched as Huggy, a being so full of rage, began to calm. His pose softened slightly and the previous aggression started to somewhat fade. As this was happening, Kissy had practically let her guard down completely as she observed her counterpart. Her mouth that had been bared in a smiley snarl had closed, leaving a wide smile on her face. Granted she could really only smile, but still!

In a manner that reminded them of a cat, Huggy had his head down yet eyes up before lifting his head to properly see her. Overall, Huggy reminded you of a stray cat. Distrustful and defensive yet so desperate to find comfort. A pang of sympathy shot through their body as they remembered that these two creatures before them were essentially fucking kids. However, the pushed that feeling aside in order to continue observing the scene unraveling before them.

Two sets of beady, unblinking eyes met one another and it was then that they knew that had been forgotten about. To the two, they were the only ones in this room. Huggy particularly seemed to be captivated by Kissy, never breaking his gaze away from hers. While her eyes started to roam, his maintained locked onto hers. Eventually, when he realized her attention was no longer onto his face, he shifted his gaze to where she had been looking.

A pink arm gently raised itself as Kissy attempted to touch his arm. At first, Huggy flinched back and let out a warning scream, eyes quickly shifting from her hand to her face as he tried to gage the situation. But when Kissy persisted and her hand met his arm, he practically melted. Finally, he seemed to let go of all of his lingering anger and fear, letting himself be mesmerized by his other halfs touch.

As Kissy observed the damage done to the arm she was holding his eyes were yet again fixated on her face. A revelation struck the Butcher and they had to bite back the laugh they so desperately wanted to let out.

Because, from their point of view, it seemed as if they were now the third wheel to whatever strange relationship the two toys had with one another. They recalled seeing some merchandise that stated that they two were romantic partners but they also remembered that the two were also kids. It was strange. Regardless, they knew for certain that despite whatever the circumstance was, Huggy was absolutely smitten with Kissy. It was clear to them that he adored her, it just wasn't clear if it was in a platonic or romantic way.

Eventually, it seemed that Kissy was done with her evaluation of her partner and delicately released his arm. Of course, Huggy probably didn't even notice that she did so considering he was still gazing at her as if she were the brightest comet in the night sky. However, he did soon tear his attention away from her face in order to take notice of her own state. As he did so, it was Kissy's turn to stare at him with an expression they couldn't quite name. It wasn't long before Huggy yet again met her gaze, and this time a silent conversation seemed to fall over the two.

The two beasts then tilted their heads back and forth in a way that seemed similar in the way that swans do. The Butcher was at a lost for words to be quite frank. Never in a million years did they expect to witness a romance(?) bloom between two oversized sour patch kids. The moment got even sweeter when Kissy raised her hands in a way that suggested she wanted Huggy to hold it. Thankfully for her, it seemed that Huggy wanted that too as he carefully lifted his own hand. That damned open mouth smile of his slowly shut closed as his hand grew closer and closer to hers.

Excitement bubbled within them as the two plushy hands hovered only inches away from one another. It was tense. It was heartwarming. It was—

“Oh what the FUCK—”

It was rudely and loudly cut off with a strangled shout of panic from them. The peace that fell upon Huggy quickly dissipated as he remembered why he was there in the first place. Kissy looked extremely disappointed in them for interrupting their moment. And the Butcher?

They had quickly shoved their beaten up hands into the briefly forgotten about backpack that sat on the floor and pulled out a gun. Then, they promptly shot the Prototype in the face about five times.

In a cacophony of chaos a multitude of sounds echoed out in the room. The first sound was that of a gun being fired. The second was the sound of a pained and surprised cry. The third was the sound of heavy metal crashing onto the floor. And the fourth sound was the combined screams of two very pissed off toys.

With little time to spare Huggy and Kissy quickly descended upon the Prototype, screaming and flailing about as they ruthlessly beat the shit out of the oversized jester. The Prototype tried to fight back, but the rage of the furious couple was a force to be reckoned with. Also, the bullets managed to strike his face in a way that blinded him, so that was also a contributor.

With the gun still in their shaking hands, the person dubbed the Butcher watched in both horror and glee as the duo essentially ripped the Australian looking ass spider clown apart. A variety of limbs now littered the station as the process of maiming the Prototype unfolded. It was hard to make out what was happening due to the sheer speed and force that Huggy and Kissy moved at. Hell, the only real reason they eveb knew that it was still Huggy and Kisdy was due to the abundance of blue and pink in their shitty vision. God, they really needed new glasses. Maybe they could get some after they crawled their way out of hell.

Realizing that their help was no longer needed, they plopped back onto the floor and simply watched in awe at the fight. Well, it was less of a fight and more of an ass whooping, but still. The exhaustion they had been feeling for hours finally took over and they briefly closed their eyes to the peaceful sounds of shrieking beasts and a very fucked jester.

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Like always, nothing good lasted long and their abrupt nap was rudely interrupted by the sound of an oh so familiar scream. Cracking open their eyes, they were greeted with the sight of Huggy ominously hovering over them, teeth yet again bared and his eyes those of a predator. With a defeated sigh, they exasperatedly threw their hands.

“Oh for fucks sake, are you still pissed at me? I understand that you’d be pissy about the whole box and falling thing, but did you consider that that was out of self defense? Also, I just saved you and your homegirls life, so could I at least have a moment of peace before you decide to vore me you massive fucking pain in the ass?” At the end of their rant they crossed their arms and huffed, annoyed at everything that currently existed on this damned planet. Except for Kissy. Kissy was always the exception.

Huggy was decidedly not pleased at your tone as he prepared to yet again scream at you. To their ears relief, Kissy interfered before he had the chance to do any harm. The predatory look on his face was washed away as he yet again locked eyes with his partner. Had they not been massive walking tormented toys, the Butcher would've definitely made fun of Huggy and Kissy for being so damn disgustingly sappy with one another. But considering that Kissy just saved them from a fate of being consumed, they wouldn't have made a comment regardless. At least, thats what they told themselves.

Yet again they were left as the third wheel to an invisible conversation. But while no words were spoken, they got their general gist of what was being discussed. Kissy, being the saint that she was, was explaining to Huggy that the human that he had been chasing for way too long was actually not all that terrible. Many heads were tilted and far too many screams were screampt but a conclusion was soon reached. They flinched slightly as the attention of both toys was now firmly fixated on them. Kissy had her usual warmth in her eyes but Huggy had this calculating glare in his own. His beady eyes flicked back and forth as he observed them properly for the first time.

Of course, with this being such a beautiful, trust filled moment, they spoke appropriately in order to respect the situation at hand. “So, do I pass the vibe check big guy?”

Huggy tilted his head at the words and they just wished that he would finally kill them already. To be blunt, they were very fucking sick of this whole scenario and just wanted to go home and work on their shitty little fanfics. They had one hell of an authors note to be written after all. That or they at least just wanted some sleep-

Wait.

With a ferocious hope now spreading within their soul, the peered around at their surroundings to gage how safe it was. Besides Huggy and Kissy, there was nothing else present. Well, besides the disembodied corpse of what used to be the Prototype but listen they just wanted an excuse.

Joy leaking out of every pore in their body, they raise one of their hands in a peace sigh and smiled brightly. Then, they excitedly spoke.

“Alright, hell yea! The coast is clear so uh- don't mind me as I just—”

And just like that, the Butcher promptly passed the fuck out, body slumping against the ground as the exhaustion finally actually took over. In their absence, they missed the look the two now unsupervised menace shared.

No words needed to be said for the message to be clear.

“Who or what the FUCK is this human?!”