The three days I was inpatient weren't too bad. The only thing I did was talk to the providers, eat food, read books, and sleep all day. I learned that it was in the early in the year of 1993, when I found out the year I was shocked. I could literally go and meet my mom while my past self was a still a toddler. How weird would that be to meet myself and then talk to myself at the same time in a different body.My therapist also helped me with my trauma of the whole reincarnation thing, and that according to him 'bad things happen, and that we need to let our bodies feel these emotion so that we can overcome..and blah, blah, blah' . He thought him and I were talking about my parents' death, but we definitely weren't.
I had a good time here, staff were nice to me. I got to just hang out, which felt nice in its own little way. However today was going to change. Today was the day that the child service people would come and see me. The staff had told me that they, along with some opinions from myself, were either going to go to send me to an orphanage or a foster home for me to go to. I didn't really care either way, I figured I would go to an place and try to be the fastest person in history to get their college degree. Now that I was able to give it more thought I was excited about it, I had all this time and knowledge to learn. I could be a doctor still and something else all at the same time.
Maybe I could get into coding, or IT or hell I could make music from the songs I remember. From my past life, which is and was the future. Man that is confusing to think about. Regardless I was just excited to get myself in a better head space than before. I wonder when Paul will come to my room to- I didn't finish the thought when Paul showed up. He wasn't wearing his overalls this time, but instead he was wearing a black suit. He looked professional as all could be, but still somehow kept that Santa Claus look.
"Max. Good you are awake. Remember yesterday when I told you about the people that would give you a new home. Well they are here in my office. Please follow me"
I didn't say anything before jumping out of bed, I didn't bother changing my clothes or anything else. I assumed that they would give me new clothes and would let me get ready to actually leave with them.
It was around 8-9 am. The staff were still working at the front desk, and my fellow patients were already starting to get up.
When we made it into his office I saw two people who had to be part of the child protective services. One of them was a middle-aged man, who was wearing a halfway police uniform. My guess was that he was here in case something bad happened or maybe he was an actual police officer. I couldn't really tell. The other was an African American women who was probably in her later twenties early thirties, she was a little overweight and looked like a friendly person. She reminded me of that nice black lady that lived next to us when I was growing up. She had on glasses with short curly hair. She also wear a polo shirt with the CPS logo by the left breast side. To be honest she was actually kind of attractive. If this was my older self and I wasn't with my girlfriend I would have definitely tried to get her number. Too bad I wont be having to deal with puberty anytime soon.
"Hi you must be Max, my name is Monique and this next to me is my assistant David." Oh I like her, she had that energetic voice that made you feel better. It was also the same voice that when they thought you did something stupid or disappointing made it all the more worse. Man, if only I wasn't so young. Maybe she likes younger guys? Who am I kidding by the time I come of age she will be at least in her fifties. I like older women, but I didn't want a grandma.
Thank god I can keep these thoughts to myself, Katherine would rise up from the grave if she knew my thoughts. Or no she would find a way to go back in time to kick my ass. Yeah that sounds more likely.
"Hi Monique, yeah Paul said that people were going to come today and place me in a new home."
"That's correct, and I am happy to say that the place we picked out for you is perfect. They have on site counselors, play areas, kids your age and even a school"
Wow, this place sounds pretty amazing, I wonder if they have a library with computers and stuff. I should probably ask her.
"Do they have computers, and a library. I like to read books."
"Yes I almost forgot about that. The staff told me how much you love to read, and yes to all of your questions."
"Really! That's sounds awesome I can`t wait to go, what is it called" I was excited to know, after all I was going to be there for some time. The placed sounded cool, and didn't seem all that bad. It was better than a foster home according to my past life friends who were orphans, some of their stories about foster home were kind of creepy and sad. I wonder what this place is called.
"You are going to love it there. Its called Playtime care its-" I stopped her from going any further
"Excuse me? What did you say it was called again?"
"Oh Playtime care its-"
"The place that made the toy huggy? And poppy?" Please god almighty let this not be true
"Yes the one and the same its-"
I decided right then and there that I was going to stay at this hospital or go into a foster home or run away or something. There was no way in hell I was going to go to that place. Did I feel a little bad about leaving those kids, yes. However I couldn't do shit when I was only 8 years old. What could I do against that company, the answer Nothing. Nothing at all, and if I go to that place I might as well kill myself now and save myself the trouble of going to hell.
I didn't say anything to anyone and walked out. The friendship I had for Paul was gone, I didn't want to be a paranoid person but what if he was working for them. I remember in the lore that people worked for that company, but didn't know the crazy experiments they were doing. The little crush I had for Monique had been ran over, crushed, throw to space, burnt into the sun and then the sun went supernova. What if they all worked for them, and they were trying to get me.
I read at some point in time, which I thought was a stupid theory but the theory was that Playtime had started to run out of orphans so they used other means to get them. The theory was that playtime co, was killing parents and taking their kids. They were paying the state to basically force them into playcare.
I thought it was stupid but now in this world, I couldn't and wouldn't take the chance. I was leaving and would fight for my life if it meant it. Which wasn't far from the truth. That assistant David, whom looked like a security guard or a police officer was probably from playtime to make sure I went to that place. Oh fuck my new life. I didn`t know or catch what they said to me, but I made sure to walk right out of that room.
I walked back to my room like it was another day. I ignored the staff that tried to say 'hi' to me, I disregarded my fellow patients that tried to talked to me. I simply made my way to my room, and shut the door. The graveyard was full and didn't need any more buried trauma Thank you very much.
It was about ten minutes later when Paul came in. In that time I decided to read my favorite book at this time. It most of been weird for Paul to see a child go from to happy, engaging and friendly to excited about leaving to total blankness in a matter of minutes. But, I did just that and if people knew what I knew they would have done the same if not more.
"Max are you okay? Is something the matter?" he asked me with concern in his voice
I remained silence for a few seconds to gather my thoughts on what I wanted to say. Nothing came to mind so I decided to say
"I am fine. I am not going to that place. And, I want you to know that I will fight, bite, and claw at anyone who tries to make me go." I had a younger sister and I knew from her that when it came to fighting teeth and nails were a weapon to be used. Paul didn't take it well, I could tell by the small frown that formed on his face.
"Max if this about moving on from your parents passing then-"
"Its NOT. I wont go that place keep me here or foster home. Anything but that place"
"Max use your words we talked about this, you have to tell me and others why you feel this way. Explain it so that we can understand and help you."
"Let me explain this is terms that are easy to understand. I. AM. NOT. GOING. TO. THAT. HELL. HOLE. Get that through your deaf ears, and into that skull of your."
"But you were excited about it"
"I changed my mind, people change their minds about things all the time. I just happen to realize that I hate that company, what it stays for and everything about it"
"I will let Monique and David know" He said but before he left I had to make sure he understood.
"Remember I Will fight you and anyone else who tries to get me there."
Paul sighed before leaving the room completely. He made sure to shut the door on the way out which was thoughtful of him at least. Motherfucker, I can`t believe I almost fell into the nice old guy stick. I thought only idiots fell for that trap, will I guess that tells me everything I need to know about myself. But seriously fuck Poppy playtime..Poppy motherfucking playtime. Hour of Joy was in what 1995? I think, and didn't everyone die. Hell no, Hell. No. They most have me confused with someone else. Like hell I was going to go there. I wouldn't go there even if someone paid me a million dollars. The thought of either dying by one of the experiments, being eaten alive, experimentied on, or worse becoming one with the prototype was nightmare fuel.
Maybe if I wasn't eight this would be better, but no it wouldn't be. Those 'toys' were crazy strong. Huggy was able to kill like I don't know how many people, Catnap is a fucking demon from hell, and Mommy longlegs was able to lift up like four grown man and make them fall to their deaths. The less is said about the other 'toys' the better, fuck me.
Fuck what if they force me to go. Okay think if I fight and plead my case then they have to at least make the request right? If I beg for a foster home they will send me there right? Worse comes to worse I can always just run away or maybe start acting like I have a mental illness and go put into a full time inpatient ward.
No that wouldn't work, I had been stable without medication for 2 days now. If I start acting like I have an illness they were mark it up as a personality disorder. What about juvenile detention? That could work right, if I assault someone they will surely just send me there right?
Wait it's the 90s, and I don't know what state I am in. I could be sent to juvenile or I could be sent to Playtime hell. Okay game plan if the the answer is 'No' on the foster care then I will run away. I did a 10 years of military service, and grew up in the ghetto. I should be able to survive on my own, until I can get to a different state. Oh lord, Harriet Tubman you might need to help a little brother make his way through that underground railroad to freedom. I tried to make myself laugh with a joke to help himself but it only kind of worked.
This was serious, I would either get to live a normal life or be turn into a…'toy'. The thought sent chills through my spine.