Two Different Bunzoes | Chapter 2 | Poppy Playtime | Fan-fiction

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Melody Ariel Johnson’s Point of View:

My name's Melody Ariel Johnson and I guess you could say I'm a bit of an experiment gone wild. Shipped straight out of Playtime Co., I was meant to be just another "toy" on the shelf, but here's the twist—I'm a living, breathing "toy." Technically, I'm 20 years old, but let's just say I've had a bit of an upgrade. I've got this yellow fur now, a far cry from my days as a Romani girl with light brown skin.

Yeah, I was that girl, now transformed into a Bunzo Bunny. And not just any Bunzo Bunny—I've got these big bunny ears, brown eyes complete with pupils, and white sclera, which is pretty rare in my, uh, model range. Despite Bunzo Bunnies usually being boys, here I am, rocking it as a girl. Because, honestly, who's keeping track?

If you wanna know what a Romani person is: Alright, so let me break it down about the Romani people, 'cause there's a whole lot of mix-up and confusion out there. First off, the Romani are this ethnic group with roots that go way back to India, not Africa. I know, it's a common mistake people make, thinking we're African, but that's just not the case. Even today, in some parts of Europe, folks still get it twisted and think that we Romani people are from Africa, but nah, that's way off.

So here's the real deal: the Romani people started their journey from India like a thousand years ago. Over centuries, we migrated across the Middle East and eventually made our way into Europe. Because of our darker skin, people got confused about our origins, but DNA and historical research have shown we're descendants of folks from India.

This makes the Romani Asian by descent because, you know, India is in Asia. It's all about tracing back our lineage and understanding the migration paths. So, when we're talking about the Romani, we're talking about a unique group with a deep history that connects back to India, making us Asian in terms of our roots and heritage.

My style? A green cap, a pink short-sleeve linen T-shirt, and golden denim pants. And let's not forget the pink cheeks and the fluffy tufts on my chest and head. My vibe? Permanently chill. So, It's been a bit of a shock, honestly. When I first transformed into a Bunzo Bunny, the norm was this chubby, big-bellied look, right? And sure, I started out just fitting that mold.

But around twelve, things began to shift—I slimmed down and started to gain a more human female figure which I hadn't anticipated. However, I never got boobs until my teens, despite me never thinking I would grow breast tissue.

Now, at 20, I've got features that... well, let's just say most Bunzo Bunnies, being boys and all, definitely don't have. I've developed a feminine figure, complete with breasts. It was something I never saw coming.

Ariel is my... sister? It's complicated. I started out as her "toy," and we spent loads of time playing together. Ariel was 10 when she, well, her parents actually, bought what they thought was just another doll. Little did they know, I was very much alive. The reveal definitely freaked them out once I was inside their house, but I tried to keep things as smooth as possible. Ariel, though, thought it was the coolest thing ever. Her mom tried to brush it off with a comment like, "They do have a high A.I. advancement," trying to rationalize the whole situation.

So, Ariel's hit 20 and she's way past her toy phase, and honestly, I'm barely a blip in her life now. We used to be inseparable, but then she started feeling all kinds of embarrassed about hanging out with me and everything. But, you know what gets me?

Ariel acts too proud to hang with me but she ain't too proud to be with her raggedy boyfriend, Jack Middleton. That boy straight-up cheated on her with a Kissy Missy doll, no less. And not just any doll, but one of those living dolls. He was fully aware she was alive, like a real human, and he even went ahead and named her Samantha. Grew up with her and everything since his family bought her.

I seriously can't wrap my head around how this dude's gonna do Ariel dirty like that. Ariel's straight fire, Navajo beauty and all, and then he decides to step out with Samantha, who's straight-up monster-looking. And let me tell you, Samantha wasn't any better—she went and cheated on him with my "Dogday Toy" buddy, Tyrone. And the wild part? Tyrone didn't even know she was in the mix like that. Caught him completely off guard.

You might be out here thinking, "Oh, it's all good, Jack's probably some Huggy Wuggy type"—Nah, far from it. Dude's as human as it gets, no toy business about him. Never even stepped foot in Playtime Co. Yeah, he was in foster care, but don't get it twisted; he wasn't dropped off at an orphanage. He was with his foster family and got adopted by them when he was just a little one at 3. So, this isn't about a "toy" dating other "toys." Homeboy's just on some other level of weirdness.

Anyway, deep down, I still see myself as human, even though I'm rocking this toy bunny look. Ariel's about to move out and she's tryna bring me along. I'm out here wanting to stand on my own two feet, but I'm kinda on the short side, and Ariel's been saying I might need to hit up Social Security, especially since I spilled the beans about my whole Playtime Co. saga to them and now there's all this talk about whether I'm fit health-wise. Ariel's mom, Martha, she's convinced I'm too tiny to snag a job, but I'm over here thinking with a few tweaks and adjustments, I could totally work a desk job or something.

I'm about to secure myself a Social Security check for the time being, you know, until I can scope out an employer down to hire someone like me. 'Cause all my toy friends, they've been on Social Security and welfare since they're basically boot-sized. But for real, I believe I can make it happen. You see little people landing jobs, right? So why not me?

Melanie's Point of View:

This is Melanie Mariah Summers. So, me and Theresa had been walking around for a bit. We don’t know where we’re going, or how we’re gonna find food, but I heard that the stores are open, so I could find some. I think Theresa has a plan, she says. “We need to go find a job at McDonald’s.” Not sure if they’ll hire… Bunnies. Maybe they would if we looked like the humans we were.

In case you're wondering, I'm half-Black, half-White. I used to look closer to the appearance of Caucasians, with long, straight, dark brown hair and brown eyes.

Theresa, on the other hand, was Black with light brown skin, Afro locks, and light brown eyes.

My biological mother, Jackie, resided in Detroit, Michigan, until she passed away from cancer when I was four. That's when I ended up at the playcare orphanage. My father is White, and my mother often lamented his lack of presence. His name is George.

And before you jump to conclusions, I was born within wedlock; he just left when I was two for another woman. I only knew she was white because my mom frequently voiced her grievances about it. My mom speculated that he was with her for her money and accused him of racism, given he left her, a Black woman, for a white woman. Quite a complicated situation…

I was talking about my mom, Jackie, just now, by the way. My Mom, Jackie, said that my dad, George, left for another woman and that she'd have been willing to work it out with him if he hadn't left and that she'd have done it for me. Awkward... My Mom, Jackie, said he left 'cuz the side whore was rich. That was even more awkward... So, yeah, my dad is a Gigolo, which is the male version of a gold digger. For outsiders of America, that's... I think it's American slang. My Mom, Jackie, used it a lot to describe my father, George.

My mom, Jackie, forgave him, but she still refused to say he was anything other than a Gigolo. I don't remember why my dad, George, didn't take me when my mother, Jackie, died. Probably has something to do with his whore.

Anyway, in the Present Day...

Theresa found a McDonald’s, something I hadn’t seen in a long time. I want some. Can I steal some? I’m Hungry. Hey, Why does the McDonald’s Logo have… Is that an i or an l? Who messed up their LoGo?

Theresa’s Point of View:

I've never hit up a spot for a job before, so yeah, I'm kinda freaking out. We gotta get that cash flow going, and this joint's the only one down to hire someone with zero experience. I'll head in first, 'cause Melanie? She's not exactly the social butterfly type, and Jimmy Jackson, even though he's got a bit more game than me in the social department, dude looks like a Huggy Wuggy. No lie, they ain't exactly winning any beauty contests. He'd probably spook the cashier.

I lead the gang inside and see the Cashier. She looks Romani and I only say that because there was this Roma chick in the orphanage with us. Roma is another word for Romani. Her name was Melody. Melody got turned into a doll, shipped to a store and we never saw her again. Yeah, so… I think the cashier is Romani.

Stepping into the store, I'm hit with this wave of fear. Growing up, I've always known how folks freak out over dolls that give off those haunted vibes, and let's be real, we're kinda out there, not your everyday scene. What if someone straight-up loses it when they see us? How come no one's peeped us yet? This spot's packed.

Jimmy's got his head down, all scared, and Melanie's clinging to him, covering her eyes like that's gonna make her feel safe or something. Man, I'm starting to think I messed up big time. We've been living like kids, just trying to survive, you know? And Melanie, her social game's just trash 'cause all that trauma had her shutting down, building walls around herself, not just in her head, but for real, in that factory. Melanie was so traumatized that she closed herself off in the walls of the factory.

Life has been difficult, but I'm gonna make it better, and this is the first step to doing that. I head over to the cashier and begin to hop. I'm not sure if this body hops well. I'm not even sure if my soul is still that of who I once was when I was an average human child. I'm not even sure if souls are real... Although, Playtime Co. seemed to think so.

I may be a "doll," but I'm sure they'll hire me. I may not have the human face of Poppy, but I can get a job. I'm gonna try to get hired. Why haven't I done that yet? I'm scared that they will panic and freak out because I'm a living "doll." All I see are humans; only humans at this McDonald's. I see no one like me here. I'm so scared they'll throw me away in fear that I'll hurt them. I'm worried that they may destroy me. I am very, very scared.

I may not be able to do this… Uh… I… Okay, I guess I’ll do it. I wonder if the humans notice me. I’m stalling for too long. It’s time to go in. I’m gonna find the manager. I stroll up to the counter and I'm like, "Yo? Uh, ma'am? Hey... So, I'm from Playtime Co... I’m one of those… You know, those... toys..."

The Cashier with the pink hair looks down at us over the counter and was in pure shock, then asked, “The frick? Are you a doll?” Oh, wow. I did not anticipate she’d notice me. Now, what do I do?

To Be Continued...