The classroom was the same as how I left it. Which, I guess the only reason I 'respawn' somewhere was because I die. I never made it through the day, without dying. I was still filled with rage after talking to that man, but being here at the library felt nice. The library had a small calming effect, and I was able to take a breather. I hated that man, more than anything in the world but acting like a fool will and would get me killed. I didn't need to die in that world too. I had suffered more than enough in this one. Looking back on that moment, it feels embarrassing. I should have had better control of my emotions. Was it because I was in a younger body, or something like that? It was possible. I had dealt with people far worse when I was in the military. Multiple higher ups that only wanted a ribbon and didn't know shit about combat.
I had dealt with a Lt. that got me shot, my friend dead, and my other friend without his leg. It wasn't the exact same, but it was close enough to my current feelings towards that upper Playtime Co. management. I held on to that hatred for that Lt. for years and was able to eventually ruin his life. Revenge was a dish best served cold, and I was one petty motherfucker. It was still embarrassing how I acted with them though.
"Inquiry: Are you ready to continue lesson"
"Yeah. just give me a minute..actually do you have a pen and paper."
"Request acknowledged."
The eyeball, waved its back tentacle which opened a dark portal where he pulled out a pen and paper. I had seen him do it before, and it was more interesting the more I saw him do it. It was like watching someone do a trick that you never got tired of seeing. He gave me the supplies, and I got to work writing. I could actual write here, and no one would see it. So, I started writing my feelings like a therapist once said I should do.
'Why was I mad. Because I was scared of losing to them, because I was sad that the people I met were going to die and turn into toys or mindless monsters. I was scared and afraid of the future, that I might not be able to change anything. I was mad about being hopeless and helpless again'
'How do I cope and embrace these feelings and emotions? What is my game plan going forward?'
'One. I need to accept that in the poppy world I am a child. That I need to accept that turning into a toy isn't the worst thing in the world. Coping strategy grounding techniques and remembering what hell I went through in this place. If I can make through here, I can make through anything.'
'Two. I don't want my friends and new family to live life like a toy or mindless monster. I need-'
I stopped writing in my journey and started to think. Really think to myself. This place was magic right? Couldn't magic do just about anything, with limits? How many video games, movies and whatnot were there on undead, or souls coming back to life and changing bodies.
Didn't I have potential in soul magic, and necromancy? Wasn't that really the perfect combination for any soul related magic bullshit. I had been so excited about finding this place, being able to find safety, learning about magic that I forgot about the first thing I learned when I got here.
I had the tools, the potential, and instructor to accomplish something that couldn't even be possible in the Poppy lore. Why was I scared about the lore anyway? Feeling helpless against something made me feel depressed and sad but was… I really that helpless. I had signed the contract with the executive. I had ideas that were far beyond what the entertainment industry had right now. So, I wouldn't be turning into a toy anytime soon. Sawyer was going to die soon; prototype wouldn't do anything for another few years. I had a library with thousands, upon thousands of books on magic. With a teacher that would teach me anything.
Not only that, but by the time it was said and done I would have the advantage. Yeah…but going back to it.
Maybe I could transfer their souls that were trapped in the toys to the afterlife or something. I mean that should be possible right? It didn't go against anything as far as I was aware. What was I thinking. I had the perfect person to ask floating right next to me.
"Eyeball teacher. I have a question"
"Inquiry: what is your question."
"Is it possible to move a soul to another body after it has already transferred to something? Like if someone dead, there soul went into..lets say a doll. Could I move that soul into a different body or the afterlife?" I wait for his response the whole time praying that I could.
"inquiry received. Processing. Acknowledge. Yes, student it is possible to move souls from one object into another. Or transfer dead souls into said 'afterlife'. This was one of the basic commissions given to students who practiced necromancy."
YES! YES! That is it. Fuck that is the answer. God I am so stupid. I would work my way up, re-make things that I knew from my childhood and other crap my nieces and nephews watched and be golden. I could literally re-make EVERYTHING.
I would just free their souls from their bodies…yeah that wouldn't sound good if I said it out loud. But, it didn't matter that was the key to everything.
Leith wouldn't kill me, I was his golden goose. Sawyer couldn't touch me, because again I was a golden goose. Prototype was in jail, with no escape plans in the near future. The orphans would suffer yeah, but I could and would fix them. I could literally just send them to heaven or give them new bodies.
They didn't need to be scared, there was light at the end of the tunnel. I was 8…at least I think this body was…anyway and it was 1993. So, what I would be around 10 years old when Hour of Joy started. How would I do this.
Think right now I was in the perfect spot. I hated Leith with a passion, yes but if I did anything now it would just be shooting myself in the foot. He would die, but right now he had his uses. So, that knocked him off the board.
Sawyer, had made mistake after mistake. I could probably get Leith to just kill him. If I make the company money, then why 'Bigger body'. I remember him saying that it was a 'money hole' in one of the play throughs.
And, Leith looked like a guy who cared more about money than anything else. I just need to slowly convince him that the project was stupid, and that I was better.
Prototype was locked up. He was only scary because he had time to prepare. He had watched, learned and added modification to himself. Didn't that take him years to do. Even after 'Hour of Joy', which happens 2 years from now and the main story starts which was when in like 10 or 12 years from then. So that like what fucking 14 years before that thing is scary.
His only followers right now was Catnap, and that dude wasnt worth anything besides his 'red smoke'. He only got the others to listen to him because he rode on their feelings. Like a cult leader did. The other toys didn't have that light, didn't have the answer. But I did.
I could just get Marie to tell the other toys what I could do. That would literally stop most, if not all of those misguided individuals.
Yeah..Yeah.. the more I replayed these thoughts the better my mood got. I was solid. I just needed to bust my ass, study, practice and win. I had time, just needed to clarify something.
"Eyeball teacher, how long would it take me to learn how to do that? To..like help a trapped soul go to the afterlife or move them into a new body? Also what if there is multiple souls in one body? How long are we talking about…rough estimate."
"Processing Inquiry. Confirmed. Statement: Based on current proceeding, students potential, educational level. It will take approximately two full year of study."
"is there anything that will help it go faster? Like a potion or something?" I didn't like that timeline it was way too close to the major events. There had to be a faster way, magical shortcut. If wizards could build all of this, because they were, I am assuming, lazy then there had to be a faster way to learn magic.
"Processing Inquiry. Confirmed. Statement: Correct. There are two ways to increase the educational requirements needed for students request. One: To force the knowledge from another wizard. Warning. This is no longer practice as it has led to multiple side effects to both parties. Two: Take a concentration potion. Note. This is most common among practitioners. Warning. Long use of potion can lead to side effects. Including the following: Fatigue, headache, insomnia, and increase risk of heart problems, and other physical conditions."
Okay..okay.. unstable mood isn't a good thing. The other stuff I can deal with, and that aren't that bad.
"How bad are the headaches and fatigue?"
"Statement: Symptoms can range from nonexistant to severe."
"Okay…okay. Got it..got it. Is there a fix for that? Like a potion to help with the symptoms if they get too bad?"
"Statement: Correct."
"Can I take both?"
"Statement: Negative. Taking two potions with high toxicity into current physical body is NOT recommend"
"Well..fuck. Well is there something else? Something that I don't know, do these things or something?"
"Statement: Correct"
"Yeah..well show it to me. Bring it here."
"Statement: Negative. Not enough time. Falling behind classroom schedule. Directive: Start lesson"
"Fine..can I at least try the potion"
"Request processing. Confirmed. Directive: Drink. Begin lesson plan"
The eyeball pulled out a clear bottle from the dark portal, and handed it to me. Which I might add was aggressively. He was obviously started to get upset about us…me…falling behind. The liquid inside was a nice blue color, with some bubbles in it. When I opened it, there was a kind of pleasant smell to it.
Drinking it was easy, it didn't taste like anything just clean water. I didn't know when the effects would kick in or even when it would start, but I didn't bother asking. If I wanted to get that future, then I needed to buckle down.
"Directive: Begin lesson"
"Got it."
The lesson was a lot easier than before. I wasn't smarter, but I was calmer, more focused in a way. My thoughts didn't race from this or that. I didn't get sidetracked about my future or whatever else was going on. I was focusing on the lesson, on the ABCs of this magical language. We got through the rest of the language alphabet meanings, although my handwriting was still terrible. We were able to complete the first lesson, faster than what was expected of me. I felt that weird sleepiness come over me, and I knew that I was going to be back in Poppy world.
I felt good about my progress, even if it did take me two days to learn it. It was still something. Not only that, but I had an answer and solution to all my problems.