Smiling Critters STILL continues on...

PJ felt like a bad puggapillar... he was forced to stay in his own game center as he was apparently banned from roaming around like the other toys were, all he did was explore outside a little bit, it wasn't even outside the factory, he just happened to be wandering around the facility until he had passed a storage closet where he heard crying. He nudged the door open a little bit to witness a red bear... the red bear had tears in her eyes until she looked up at PJ and basically pleaded for him to not leave her. PJ wanted to say that he wasn't going to leave her but something had grabbed his legs and yanked him back, he skidded out of the closet and looked up just in time to see the red bear's scared expression and extended arm and her scream "NO!" being cut off as the door was slammed in her face trapping her inside alone. PJ looked up at the one who had locked the red bear in the closet, and it looked... indescribable. PJ was grabbed roughly and dragged away from the closet, he had no way to escape as the large clawed hand held him in a grip almost hurting him, but not enough. PJ was thrown into his small space and told to stay there, he obeyed because the puppy part of him knew to obey those stronger than him. He looked around his area that was abandoned by everyone, he was alone, and scared, but he thought about what he had seen in that closest... red and green merged together. PJ whimpers when he realizes that he may be stuck here for a while, he was one of the least favorites of the games. He wandered around his little room, well, to anyone else it was a huge place, but to him it was a very small confined space where he had no freedom, sure he could go anywhere he wanted in the place but... it wasn't the same, he wasn't allowed to leave this room, the rings slowly swayed, the foam pits collected dust, the small maze was even quiet and abandoned... he had heard the scream of children many times, but he screams were never pleasant sounding, they sounded strangled and scared. When the screams had died down though the room was eerily silent, PJ was able to hear the flickering of the lights overhead, his own breathing, and even the squeaks of the mats under his feet. PJ would often hide in corners waiting patiently for anyone to come into the room and play with him... but nobody had come. PJ didn't know how much time had passed but it didn't seem like anyone would be coming to play... he did remember hearing his happy voice from the cardboard cutout that had him happy and barking and asking the question "want to play with PJ?" PJ would often ask that... "want to play with PJ?" until his voice box broke.