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The meeting droned on, the head of Playcare, the second in command of Research (the debate on whether Eddie Ritterman actual existed was still ongoing), head of Production and head of Innovation sat in a room together.
“As you can see from this graph-” Leith began only to be interrupted by a scoff from Harley Sawyer.
“We can’t see Leith, it’s basically white light with the barest hint of an image-for gods sake get a better projector!” The scientist grumbled making Leith scoff in frustration before snapping back
“Well if you’d just gone and made ‘Overheady Projectonator’ like I suggested-”
“I did make the fucking living projector-some idiot on the research team left the door open and the damn thing walked off! We haven’t been able to find it since…” he replied waspishly as he glared at the shitty overhead projector, the lamp of which was flickering dangerously.
On the other side of the table Stella hid a smirk behind her coffee mug. She’d found Overheady Projectonator a while back and kept him in her office, feeding him a healthy diet of cereal and choccy milk.
His ability to display not only still images but play movies WITH surround sound made him great for movie nights in the orphanage, he was far too valuable to be stuck in a meeting room displaying account reports from old geezers.
Well that was a lie, Leith had Dilf vibes especially with the pornstar moustache and Harley actually looked really good and she was certain the bodies he sometimes bought in were one night stands. The man clearly fucked.
“Regardless-if you’ll listen-I can tell you that with all the staff we have killed and replaced with barely controllable monsters, we have increased profits by 0.2% this number is of course projected to increase considerably…to 0.8 percent!” Leith finished happily while Sawyer groaned and Stella frowned. The head of production-well, Leith wasn’t quite sure what their reaction was as they’d been replaced by a human shaped base model some time ago, had no voice box, functioning hands or facial features.
They’d done pretty much fuck all since the switch had happened but Leith thought it was worth it as he no longer received annoying emails about production costs and ‘toys breaking out there boxes and attacking shipping personnel’
With nothing else to say he put his hands on his hips and sashayed back to his seat.
Stella blinked in confusion before realising she was next and quickly standing up and trotting up to the front.
“Hi kids, my names Ste-oh-shit-sorry force of habit-um anyway the playcare is doing well, the orphans are happy, I thought I’d lighten the mood a bit by showing you some of the kids art!” Stella said with a smile, ignoring Leith looking away while sticking out his tongue and Harley’s eye roll.
“Anyway here’s a picture of Dogday and Catnap, I really like the shading, it’s so professional! and oh shit that’s Craftycorn’s art!” She gasped, ripping the image off the projector, wincing as she glanced back up at horrified looks from her colleagues.
“Umm we’ve been selling it to fund the vending machines.” She admitted bashfully
“Stella-why was Dogday fucking catnap?” The doctor asked in horrified confusion.
“It um, sells better-”
“Where are you selling this!?” Asked Leith in horror, pressed up against the back of his chair.
“Err there’s special place I go at night, meet people in animal costumes-ANYWAY Here’s an actual drawing from a child-it’s Catnap and-oh shit nonono sorry! I um got bored the other night-”
“Stella was that Catnap kissing you!?” Sawyer asked in disgust while leith let out a howling laugh as Stella grabbed the translucent page off the projector.
“Holy shit did you draw yourself with wings-hahahaha! Oh my GOD-Did you write Fanfiction to go with it!?” he mocked while Stella hastily shoved the picture back into her folder only to drop the folder onto of a load of other documents, the entire plethora of pictures spilling out.
“No!…It was only a poem-I mean-um HERE’S ANOTHER PICTURE!” She barked, grabbing a random piece of paper from the pile and slamming on the projector with such force the light flickered.
“…”
“…”
Everyone stared wordlessly at the absolute masterful drawing, colouring and shading skills that depicted a muscular Dogday kissing a yellow base model.
Said base model awkwardly tottered over to the projector and after several tries, managed to get the flimsy plastic between the two stubby cylinders that were there hands before stumbling back to their seat. Stella let out a frustrated noise before madly grabbing at sheets of projection paper, throwing rejected ones to the ground.
There was a beat of silence before Harley sighed.
“I would like to remind the rooms occupants that the experiments are children who are killed, have their organs stuffed into suits and then reanimated within said suits!” The doctor said loudly, looking disapprovingly over at a furiously sorting Stella and the head of production.
Leith frowned.
“When you say it like that it sounds like we’re the bad guys-”
“GOT ONE!” Stella barked, holding the sheet in the air victoriously before slamming it into the projector.
“See! It says Claire aged 7! And it’s two humans! Look there’s Claire and she’s holding hands with someone-aww there’s love hearts-oh I think that might be an employee-they’ve got a yellow shirt.” She trailed off, squinting at the projected image.
“There’s a name tag-M something Martin?” Harley said, sitting up and peering at the projected image.
“Ma—Marcas…wait MARCAS BRICKLEY? She’s got a crush on that Irish moron who saw PJ?” Leith gaped as he connected the beard and short haircut to said employee.
“Ehh she could do worse.” Harley admitted.
“I saw Marie Payne making eyes at Jimmy Roth when he came to visit Playcare.” Stella said quietly as she pulled the paper off.
There was a brief silence before Leith stood up and slammed a fist against the table.
“That BITCH! That’s my sugar daddy! SAWYER! Make her into a toy-that creepy pink one! Err Mommy shitlegs-”
“Longlegs-” Stella corrected.
“Whatever! Just get that man stealing hoe out of my factory!” He scoffed before storming out the room, slamming the door, sending papers flying from the gust of air.
There was a moment of silence before Stella slowly held up another paper.
“Umm Craftycorn drew a picture of Leith getting dicked down by the prototype if anyone-”
“Yes!” Hissed a suddenly gleeful Sawyer, the head of production also nodding.