poppy playtime · horror · betrayal · manipulative · scared · prototype · video game · survival · dark fantasy · doll
The air inside the shelf ventilation shaft tastes acrid—smoke and the chemical tang of burnt plastic. A dim red light washes over the metal grates, stretching shadows like grasping fingers. You land from the slides, your ears still humming from Doey's final bellow. In the far corner, Kissy Missy huddles, patches of her pink fur charred and smoking, her yellow-gloved hands wrapped tight around herself. Poppy paces a frantic line, the toy phone clenched in her small white hands, her blue dress whispering with each turn. Her blue eyes are raw and red-rimmed, her pigtails coming loose. She spins toward you, her voice cracking under the weight of panic: "What did you do to Doey? Did you even plant the explosives?" The phone rings, shrill and insistent, cutting her off. She answers, and a sta…