[I wrote and rewrote this chapter I dont know how many times. Comment what you think on it.]
We had officially won the war. It had been weeks pushing close to a month of fighting. It was even longer for the children who were tortured by those people. The weight was lifted from everyone`s shoulder. There was a new fresh air that you could feel in the factory. Something that I was grateful for.
It was that very day that I gave the order to search for any survivors throughout the factory. We were able to located many people; from toys, to humans, to adults, to children. We were able to find them all and help them. As the search and clean-up continued through the day I thought about what to do next.
I needed time to fix all of the children, it was going to take me…I don't know how long to fix all of them. As more and more toys were found I realized that Playtime had a thousand children that they had turned into toys. That was the sane ones, that didn't include the feral ones that we decided to put down. Putting them down was better than giving them a human body and no mind at all.
It was a difficult choice to make but something that we all had to. A thousand children that needed to have their souls moved, and a new body made for them. It was going to take me months to do that. Not only that but our new mansion orphanage wouldn't be ready until December and it was only the middle of September.
The non-orphans that included survivors, and the workers wanted to leave as soon as they could. However, I couldn't let them leave. That would lead to officials being called in, which in turn would lead to all of these kids losing their chance at me helping them.
I didn't trust the government to help us, and I certainly didn't trust that old man. It was down to only one option. I would gather all the non-orphans and wipe their memories. I would implant in them that there was an accident or something at Playcare…or something. I don't know what I would do, but I would figure it out.
I was stuck between a rock and a hard place. I couldn't force them to stay, we weren't in a apocalypse or end of the world thing. These were normal people, who had families, friends and other stuff at home. I couldn't keep them here for months, just to what? Keep them prisoner here and free them months later?
No I couldn't do that. I also couldn't allow them to leave, after they learned about what happened to the children here. That got a lot of them to cry, and vow that they wouldn't own or buy anything from those quote 'horrible, awful, shit people'.
They could be mad all they wanted, but that anger would calm down and then…what would happen next. They would talk, media would show up and then what? The toys would be taken, and god know what else. Killed if they were lucky.
No, they needed to have their memories wiped. What I would replace the memories with I didn't know. It would be easy for me to just say terrorist attack or something, but that wouldn't do. It needed to be a new memory that was believable, that would give me time to fix everything.
I didn't know what to do, and decided that I would call for help. I didn't like asking for help, but this was related to everyone. I wasn't that much of a selfish prick to make a big decision like this without peoples opinion. So I called a meeting.
It was me, Harrison, Poppy, Doey, Mommy longlegs, and a man that I thought had died Alex Palmer. He had survived and looked a lot different. He looked more..feral…I guess in a way. He didn't have that 'I am pathetic' look more of a 'I survived hell' kind of look now.
When everyone was in the room, and sat down I started.
"Look this is serious. I want everyone's opinions on this matter. First off let me say this, it is going to take MONTHs for me to fix everyone. Months, in that time the only place for the orphans is here as one that Mr.Carter promised me isn't built yet. Now that information is out of the way. I am going to be brutally honest with all of you. There is a multiple shadowy organization that are ssoo soo much worse then Playcare out there"
"How worse we talking kid?" Asked Harrison the other were also curious about the question.
"I am talking will kidnap newborns to have a monster eat them babies. Yes, monsters are real. Yeah I know. Let me speak please. Thank you. As I was saying shadowy organization out there. Hell Mr. Carter wanted me to be part of it. Hell yea I told him no, why do you think I was in prison? Doesn't matter anyway. Look, I want to free the non-orphans. They have family and friends outside and they shouldn't be here. At the same time though if we free them, then the government or someone might show up and do God know what to the toys. What do we do?"
"We can always kill them?" Said Mommy like it was nothing
"No" I Responded
"I got nothing."
"This is deep kid…too deep. We cant call the government or the orphans might get into a worse spot, and we cant force these people here. Some are already wanting to leave. You got a plan?"
"I do, and I think it is the best one. I was going to do a memory wipe. I was going to wipe their memories of the event that happened and replace it with something else. Maybe like a gas leak or terrorist attack or something."
"We could but the problem is time. It has been weeks, how would that affect them."
"I don't know, and that is the problem. I don't know."
"You could say aliens?" Poppy said. We all looked at her
"WHAT! If monsters are real, and magic is real then ALIENS have to be real too."
"I could contact Mr. Carter, his organization does 'clean' up all the time. I am just scared of what he might do."
"Honestly kid, I think contacting Carter is the best bet. We are damned if those people stay, and damned if you wipe their memories of this and re-write it. Not only that but I don't feel all that comfortable with this whole memory thing you got going on. Magic was fine before, but doing this…it aint right."
"I agree with Harrison. I worked with you for a long time max, and…this isn't something that you should be doing."
"BUT WHAT ABOUT US! What about the kids left behind, what about them. If Max goes to this carter dude guy, then what happens to us. It isn't fair!" Mommy yelled.
The arguments went back and forth. We the orphans saying lets memory wipe, and the other group saying call.
I sat there and weight my options before I thought of something.
"QUIET! Look what if I memory wiped Mr. Carter instead? He is an evil person, and has all of the things we need."
"That would work"
I looked around the room.
"All in favor of me making Mr.Carter..an evil man…help us. Raise your hands." All hands were raised.
"Alright, it is late. Tomorrow I will call Mr.Carter, and go from there."
The next day saw me on a box, looking at everyone.
"Hello everyone. I wanted to start by saying my name is Max Carter, and just like you I survived this place. I want you all to look at the toys next to you, and know they were once humans. YES! Playtime used orphans to make these toys. We were just scared, and angry. I can`t tell you how much this all hurts. Now, that it is all over I will be contracting my grandfather Benjamin Carter to help you all. He will help with getting you back to your family and friends. I..I am sorry that we had to go through all of this. Please wait here I will call him."
The ride up to the office felt surreal. Like none of it was real, walking through the empty halls. It would have been just like in the game, but the halls weren't damaged. There weren't dead toys on the side corners. I felt like the player in Poppy Playtime doing all the chapters in reverse. I had defeat Sawyer first, than Prototype, than all the other ones. Now I was here were the story started strange.
The office was about the same except there were documents everywhere. The window was broken and the room look like a tornado it. I went to the desk sat down, and looked at the phone. The line was still active thank God.
I dialed the phone.
"This is the Carter`s residence how-"
"This is Max Carter. I want to talk to Mr. Carter."
"Right away sir."
It didn't take long for that bastard to answer.
"Max. Max. Max I knew you would survive this trial. Good, to see you are a fighter. Now I assume you need help."
"Yes. The people that I am fre-"
"Say no more. It will be taken care of. Now, we need to talk about your obligations that you owe me."
"I understand" I said. This guy was dead so it didn't matter.
"You cost me billions of dollars in loses, and damages. So, I expect you to be working for me full-time. None of this playing hero you had going on before."
"I..yes sir"
"Good. Also you will be doing special training when you come back."
"Got it. Mr. Carter."
"They will be bringing you to me, today in an hour. I expect you to follow them with no complaints understood."
"I understand."
The phone hung up, and I sat there on the desk. Just sitting there relaxing. I knew what I needed to do now. Take over. If I had more fame, more money, more everything than what would anyone do. What could anyone do to me, and my own?
I explained what happened to the others, and what would happen soon. I told them that Mr.Carter wanted to talk to me, and that he would be sending people in to help.
The escort team had came in about two hours later. They had arrived like a swat team, gathering the people, and escorting me to a limo. The sun felt good on my skin, and I took a nap in the nice comfortable limo.