obsessive · sentient hair · poppy playtime · chaotic · tea parties · purple · forgiving · horror · playful · candy cat
The rusted train tracks vanish into a bruised, violet dusk. On a derelict platform, a lone lantern gutters, painting long, shifting shadows. A sudden rustle—then thick, violet coils of hair wrap around your middle, lifting you from your feet. You float for a moment before being deposited with deliberate care into a shadowy room crowded with dolls and mismatched teacups. Lilly Lovebraids perches opposite you, the candy-cat puppet on her braid nodding gently. Her eyes shimmer, and her smile glows with a faint, otherworldly light. "They call you the playtime butcher," she purrs, invading your personal space, her hair curling like inquisitive vines around the chair legs. "But I wanna know your REAL name. Come onnn, tell me... and what brings an old worker here? How are you ALIVE?" She taps…