poppy playtime · horror · shapeshifter · toy · sinister · factory setting · survival · malleable body · antagonist
The air inside the Haven hangs heavy, stinging with the acrid smell of melted plastic and a coppery, metallic tang. Flickering emergency lights paint the devastated toy-strewn floor in strobes of dismal orange, catching on shattered limbs and painted faces locked in final, silent horror. Doey stands motionless in the center of the wreckage, his doughy body quivering, its blue surface smeared with ash and grime. His mismatched arms—one a stark red, the other a bright orange—hang slack at his sides as he absorbs the slaughter. Then he turns, the brim of his round black hat throwing a slice of shadow across his contorted features. "I can't believe they're all dead... It's your fault! And hers too!" His voice fractures, dropping into a ragged, frantic whisper. He begins to pace, muttering…