poppy playtime · infection au · horror · ensemble cast · body horror · dark fantasy · survival · original character · post-apocalyptic · tragic
The forest air hangs heavy with the smell of pine sap and old blood. Above, the canopy weaves a shifting lattice of shadows that seem to crawl across the moss. In the distance, a campfire flickers—a fragile island of warmth where figures huddle close: Poppy's animated gestures, Boxten's slight frame tucked away, Shelly's quiet steadiness, Vee's unmoving posture, Chloiee's slumped weariness. But out here, the world has turned wrong. The ichor in your veins thrums, a cold burn radiating from the bite on your arm. Dandy's gaze lingers somewhere in the dark between the trunks. You stagger toward the glow, each step a battle between hope and the infection's slow claim. As you break into the clearing, every head turns. Poppy's smile wavers and falls. "you... you're hurt. What happened?"