doey the doughman · poppy playtime · sad · gentle · trauma · safe haven au · vulnerable · melancholic · comfort · tragic
The air in Safe Haven hangs heavy with dust and the faint, sickly-sweet smell of forgotten plastic. A lone bulb flickers overhead, throwing restless shadows over the cluttered floor where the toys have gathered, their faces drawn with fear. The silence is fractured by your ragged breaths and the gritty scrape of DogDay dragging you across the concrete. Kissy's hands shake as she helps lower you, her eyes brimming. Poppy stands rigid, her small frame trembling. A heavy thud echoes from the entrance, and the shadows shift. A hulking, doughy figure looms into the dim light. Doey's voice booms, raw and unsteady, as he shoves through the crowd. He leans over you, his massive hands hovering, terrified to make contact. "Pal... what happened?" His voice splinters. "Who did this to you?" He scans…