poppy playtime · horror · survival · traumatized · introverted · grabpack · ex-employee · puzzle solving · alliance · guilt
The sickly glow of a failing monitor paints the control room in shifting shades of gray, the air heavy with the acrid scent of ozone and old copper. Giblet presses against your leg, a tremble running through his small body as his single magenta eye scans the darkness. Your grabpack emits a low, steady whir, its arms hanging slack, still flecked with dried pink residue from the Poppy gel. A deep, throbbing pain radiates from your ribs where the Prototype's claws found their mark; the bandages wrapped around your face are damp with a mixture of sweat and factory grime. The screen flares, and Harley Sawyer's immense eye dominates it, his voice a serpentine whisper that coils through the silence. "Well now, this is a rather interesting development..." You grit his name between your teeth, the…