I don't...don't even know what to say about this. I saw the prompt and this came out...I really hope the op likes...I'm just going to go hide in my corner now.
WARNINGS: mentions of abuse, some stabbing?, marking
The yelling went on downstairs by the man Sid called father just as it did every night. And just like every night the disfigured and dismembered toys listened to it and the sounds of someone getting hit, this always turned out to be Sid.
Seven years had passed since those strange perfect toys had come into their home from the other side of the fence and though they had been kind in helping them out, if they had stayed longer they would have dismantled them, themselves. Sid was cruel and disfigured them in the most horrifying ways, rare occasions killing them, but they were still his toys and they took that seriously.
Sid was there’s.
There was a heavy thumping up the stairs and the toys scattered into their last positions. The door slammed open and shut quickly, Sid sliding the locks into place just as fast. Something heavy slammed into the door and it creaked against the locks. More yelling sounded through the door and Sid turned away from it closing his eyes, hands over his ears and tears streaming down his face.
The toys noticed a new bruise on his cheek, his neck also coloring slightly and he had a cut on his arm that had not been there when he went down. Sid flopped face first onto his bed and curled up on his side moments later when father stopped yelling and was heard going back downstairs. Sid leaned up to look at the door and sighed wiping away the last signs of tears and the scowl that usually adorned his face was back.
“Just two more months and were out of here, right guys?” he asked to the room. Though they knew he was talking to them the toys didn’t respond. It was something he had started doing years ago, when they came alive and scared him, and now he talked to them constantly like he did his human friends that he sometimes snuck in. “Just two more months and then I’ll be eighteen and have enough money to move out of here. Would you like that guys? We’ll have a new place for you; maybe even have your own room to play in.” He laughed a little hysterically, “Yeah your right as usual, we couldn’t afford it.” Sid lie back down and fell asleep leaving them and any new experiments he was doing alone for the night.
The toys gathered together when they knew for sure he was asleep and nodded to each other. Sid had never cried like that before so they figured it was time to show Father who Sid belonged to exactly.
They traveled through the air duct quietly, Legs staying behind to pull them up for their return; Baby Head was leading them through the hall to the living room. The lights were out save for the television, which was good since it meant Mother and sweet dear precious Hannah were asleep as well.
Father was in his recliner, in front of the television that was muted and the toys slowly made their way over. Silently they surrounded the chair, Baby Head moved first jumping high into the air and landing to pin Father’s neck to the chair. The man woke with a grunt and the toys converged onto him and quickly pinned him down. Hand in a box joined Baby Head and opened its lid to let the hand out to cover the man’s mouth so he couldn’t scream.
The man laid there terrified at being pinned. A few toys pricked him hard enough to break skin as they held him to make sure the man knew he was truly awake.
The newest toy, Squawk, made his way slowly up the man’s chest and stopped at his shoulder. Father and Squawk stared at each other before Squawk, being the only toy that could, talked.
“Hello Father.” Squawk’s squeaker rasped, almost having been crushed his first day here, and it made an awful hiss, squeak noise as he breathed in. “You may or may not know us,” the toy continued, “But we know you. Oh we know you.” He said Father could only stare looking more frightened then before.
Squawk paused for a moment then continued, “We are not very happy Father. You keep hurting our Sid. We don’t like things hurting our Sid.” He rasped, another hiss, squeak as he breathed in.
“Do you know what we do to do things that threaten our Sid? Hurt our Sid?” Father shook his head as much as he could, Squawk’s torn mouth lifted into what was supposed to be a smile but looked horrifying when his top lip parted up to his nose. “We do to them what Sid does to us.”
Father’s eyes widened and looked around at the toys that had sharp edges and pointed ends holding him down. He looked back up to Squawk eyes wide and shaking his head as much as he could.
“Now, now, you don’t give Sid a choice do you?” Squawk said, “But we’ll leave you with a warning this one time. You ever hurt him again and we’ll be back.”
Suddenly the toys let him go only to jab him multiple times with the attachments Sid had given them. Squawk let out a hiss and the toys stopped. Father was breathing hard and Baby Head got off him followed by the other toys. Squawk stayed until the last toy left, “Sid is ours, only we can hurt what’s ours.” Then he was gone and Father wouldn’t have believed it happened at all but the multiple bleeding wounds all over his body said it did.
Squawk was the last to step into the bedroom and saw the other toys were gathered around Sid on his bed. He and Legs joined and watched their owner sleep. Each toy was touching him in some way, making tiny scratch marks Sid wouldn’t notice in the morning; marking him.
The toys didn’t love him, couldn’t love him, not after what he did to them, what he still does to them, but they were his toys until he threw them out. Till then they would make sure they stayed that way.
OMG...omg you just made my day! I can't believe you filled this prompt and just made it everything I dreamed it to be!
You included Sid's dad in it, which I didn't even think about when making this prompt, and how the toys mark Sid just adds this beautiful edge to it; oh I am going to faint from happiness!
Came across this over two years later, but I just had to comment that you've got a way with words. I agree that the toys marking Sid added a whole other element to this too.
WARNINGS: mentions of abuse, some stabbing?, marking
The yelling went on downstairs by the man Sid called father just as it did every night. And just like every night the disfigured and dismembered toys listened to it and the sounds of someone getting hit, this always turned out to be Sid.
Seven years had passed since those strange perfect toys had come into their home from the other side of the fence and though they had been kind in helping them out, if they had stayed longer they would have dismantled them, themselves. Sid was cruel and disfigured them in the most horrifying ways, rare occasions killing them, but they were still his toys and they took that seriously.
Sid was there’s.
There was a heavy thumping up the stairs and the toys scattered into their last positions. The door slammed open and shut quickly, Sid sliding the locks into place just as fast. Something heavy slammed into the door and it creaked against the locks. More yelling sounded through the door and Sid turned away from it closing his eyes, hands over his ears and tears streaming down his face.
The toys noticed a new bruise on his cheek, his neck also coloring slightly and he had a cut on his arm that had not been there when he went down. Sid flopped face first onto his bed and curled up on his side moments later when father stopped yelling and was heard going back downstairs. Sid leaned up to look at the door and sighed wiping away the last signs of tears and the scowl that usually adorned his face was back.
“Just two more months and were out of here, right guys?” he asked to the room. Though they knew he was talking to them the toys didn’t respond. It was something he had started doing years ago, when they came alive and scared him, and now he talked to them constantly like he did his human friends that he sometimes snuck in. “Just two more months and then I’ll be eighteen and have enough money to move out of here. Would you like that guys? We’ll have a new place for you; maybe even have your own room to play in.” He laughed a little hysterically, “Yeah your right as usual, we couldn’t afford it.” Sid lie back down and fell asleep leaving them and any new experiments he was doing alone for the night.
The toys gathered together when they knew for sure he was asleep and nodded to each other. Sid had never cried like that before so they figured it was time to show Father who Sid belonged to exactly.
They traveled through the air duct quietly, Legs staying behind to pull them up for their return; Baby Head was leading them through the hall to the living room. The lights were out save for the television, which was good since it meant Mother and sweet dear precious Hannah were asleep as well.
Father was in his recliner, in front of the television that was muted and the toys slowly made their way over. Silently they surrounded the chair, Baby Head moved first jumping high into the air and landing to pin Father’s neck to the chair. The man woke with a grunt and the toys converged onto him and quickly pinned him down. Hand in a box joined Baby Head and opened its lid to let the hand out to cover the man’s mouth so he couldn’t scream.
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The newest toy, Squawk, made his way slowly up the man’s chest and stopped at his shoulder. Father and Squawk stared at each other before Squawk, being the only toy that could, talked.
“Hello Father.” Squawk’s squeaker rasped, almost having been crushed his first day here, and it made an awful hiss, squeak noise as he breathed in. “You may or may not know us,” the toy continued, “But we know you. Oh we know you.” He said Father could only stare looking more frightened then before.
Squawk paused for a moment then continued, “We are not very happy Father. You keep hurting our Sid. We don’t like things hurting our Sid.” He rasped, another hiss, squeak as he breathed in.
“Do you know what we do to do things that threaten our Sid? Hurt our Sid?” Father shook his head as much as he could, Squawk’s torn mouth lifted into what was supposed to be a smile but looked horrifying when his top lip parted up to his nose. “We do to them what Sid does to us.”
Father’s eyes widened and looked around at the toys that had sharp edges and pointed ends holding him down. He looked back up to Squawk eyes wide and shaking his head as much as he could.
“Now, now, you don’t give Sid a choice do you?” Squawk said, “But we’ll leave you with a warning this one time. You ever hurt him again and we’ll be back.”
Suddenly the toys let him go only to jab him multiple times with the attachments Sid had given them. Squawk let out a hiss and the toys stopped. Father was breathing hard and Baby Head got off him followed by the other toys. Squawk stayed until the last toy left, “Sid is ours, only we can hurt what’s ours.” Then he was gone and Father wouldn’t have believed it happened at all but the multiple bleeding wounds all over his body said it did.
Squawk was the last to step into the bedroom and saw the other toys were gathered around Sid on his bed. He and Legs joined and watched their owner sleep. Each toy was touching him in some way, making tiny scratch marks Sid wouldn’t notice in the morning; marking him.
The toys didn’t love him, couldn’t love him, not after what he did to them, what he still does to them, but they were his toys until he threw them out. Till then they would make sure they stayed that way.
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You included Sid's dad in it, which I didn't even think about when making this prompt, and how the toys mark Sid just adds this beautiful edge to it; oh I am going to faint from happiness!
Thank you, thank you so much for filling this!
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yay! I'm so glad you liked it! And it was a pleasure to fill it, I enjoyed writing it lol you're very welcome!
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