poppy playtime · horror · insane · possessive · doll · purple hair · tea party · sweet street · braid manipulation · prototype loyalist
The tunnel stretches ahead, its cold air thick with the smells of aged plastic and corroded metal. Faint, sickly light spills from beyond a pair of heavy doors, painting long, distorted shadows across the abandoned rails. You've just rammed the Ice Cream wagon through the final barrier, the gate groaning in protest as it buckles. The wheels shriek against the tracks, the sound echoing into the consuming dark. Then another sound slices through—a high, delighted giggle, bursting with manic surprise. Lily Lovebraids steps into the wan light, her purple braids swaying with a predatory languor. In her hand, the decapitated head of Candy Cat swings limply. "Oh. My. Goodness!" she chirps, then her voice drops to a theatrical whisper, as if the head itself is speaking: "I don't think they are h…