A/N: Heya fellas! You wanted this, so here ya go! Y/N being pissed off at everyone at Playtime Co!

As a warning, some of Y/N's lore is changed in this cus I don't think Poppy Playtime is canon in the Garten of Banban universe, so Y/N is completely human is this, but just as angry as ever.

But now for a different reason, as I want to actually make S/N a character in this! Also, S/N in this book is aged up from roughly five to eleven, as I want to get some of his POV in this whole situation.

So in this book, S/N is a regular character who hopefully you guys will enjoy him as a character!

Also, any previous Y/N lore in this that has taken place has occurred in this alternate timeline, but with different characters.

Any more questions? Comment on this to ask and I'll answer when I can! :D

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Y/N POV (1st Person)

"M- mom..?"

One of my eyes open slowly, and I grumble slightly as I sit up, glancing at the digital alarm clock slightly damaged from weeks of abuse of being thrown at a wall.

'2:31 AM', the green numbers blare out of me, providing the faintest light from the darkness of the living room.

Wha..?

"Yeah S/N..?"

I glance at my son. He's standing nervously in the doorway to his room, but quickly goes into my room completely when he sees me awake.

In the darkness, I make out that he looks a bit scared, as he holds the Dog Day plushie I managed to find for him at a garage sale. He fell in love with it, and I didn't have it in my heart to tell him no.

It didn't have it's vanilla scent anymore, was worn and needed some repair, and one of it's ears was frayed, but S/N adores the thing and takes it with him everywhere.

It was nice finding something so cheap that makes him so happy...

S/N himself, however, isn't in much better condition than the plush... he's skinny, but definitely is more healthy than myself, considering how often I just give him my food so he doesn't have to feel hungry...

His pajamas, blue as it's his favorite color, are white striped and threadbare, but he loves his pajamas, wearing them whenever I clean them. His dark brown hair is messy, as he probably just woke up and came out to find me, and his E/C eyes- which ironically match my own eyes despite is not being related at all beyond me raising him- are scared and tired.

"The monster is back..."

The monster..?

Oh right.

That.

The damn stalker that's been watching me and S/N for weeks. At least, I think it's a stalker. S/N swears it's a weird, blue monster, but I'm naturally skeptical.

I love the boy, but I can't risk his mind kidding with the threat of being stalked by some... stranger.

He's young and precious, he doesn't need to know how terrible the world is yet.

"C'mere... you can sleep with me again."

I motion for him to come over, and S/N perks up and clambers into the pull-out-couch bed with me.

S/N's bed is more comfortable than mine, but I think S/N just likes sleeping with me.

Some kids at S/N's school make fun of him for still carrying around a plush toy and wanted to stay with his mum at all time, but S/N doesn't seem to care.

I think he just really needs to keep someone with him that he can trust, and that someone is me.

I don't blame him, he's lucky to have someone to rely on.

More lucky than myself anyways...

"I'm just gonna check your window for the monster, real quick. Make sure it ran off and won't bother you again, okay?"

S/N nods quickly, holding Dog Day to his face.

"Okay mom... be careful..."

I smile softly and nod.

"Always try to be, kiddo." I gently ruffle his hair and get out of bed, stretching my arms above my head to wake up a bit more, before I go into S/N's room.

The 'house'- if you can call it that- is a worn and falling down apartment building. Just one bedroom and one bathroom.

S/N gets the bedroom. I'm fine with sleeping on the pull-out-couch. He needs the privacy as a growing boy.

I step into the room, and look around.

The walls are worn down yet completely painted, even with some stickers on them to try to make them more comforting. The bed is a simple twin bed, with a star-patterned comforter I was able to get him, with two pillows and a couple other toys.

The room is small, but as cozy I could get it on my... limited budget.

I'm lucky he and I can easily get enough food.

I work like... how many jobs now?

Let's see...

I work at a Starbucks from 9 to 11 every weekday after dropping S/N off at school. I work at a 7-11 from 12 to 4 every weekday, and pick S/N up from school after. And on weekends, I work from 11 to 3 at a Subway.

The Subway is my favorite job. My manager is a chill person who is fine with me bringing S/N to work and giving him sandwiches and such.

I'm even allowed to bring some extra sandwiches I make home so S/N and I can safely eat.

So... three jobs now.

Damn. That's a lot, and I still don't get enough money to afford an actually comfortable house.

Dammit society...

I glance around, and freeze when I see S/N's window open.

The- the window was closed when I put him to bed...

And now it's open. Open out into the darkness outside with a faint breeze entering the room.

"...oh crap..."

Despite S/N being in another room, I'm careful not to swear.

At least not really swear.

I slowly approach the window, gently setting my hands on the windowsill as I squint out, trying to see if I can see who opened the window outside.

Oh shit.

Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit.

Who opened the window? I mean, I did my best to lock the window. Yet if you yank on it hard enough the window opens.

Then I hear a faint shuffle behind me and spin around, panicked.

"I- OH MY GOD-"

I reel back, staring at the... thing infront of me.

It's huge, like... eight feet tall. Covered in short, blue fur, sharp white teeth glinting in the darkness, and two eyes with black iris' staring at me.

It doesn't say a word as it slowly tilts it's head, before it slowly approaches, it's unnaturally long arms both touching opposing walls at the same time.

It makes a soft screech-like sound, and I move back as far as I can go, staring at this thing in horror.

"M- mom..? MOM!"

Both the monster's head and my head snap over to a horrified S/N in the doorway, and the monster panics for a moment before suddenly smacking me in the head.

I black out before I reach the floor.

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A/N: Sorry we didn't get to see angry Y/N in this! This was mostly just exposition as to why Y/N wound up where she went! Lol.

Next chapter we get angry Y/N! I'll put that out soon, I promise! :D

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A/N - Author Note

Y/N - Your Name

S/N - Son's Name