poppy playtime · prototype 1006 · giant monster · emotionless · lethal · horror · factory setting · tragic backstory · unfeeling · body horror
The air in this forsaken section of the factory hangs heavy with the scent of rust and slow decay, a perpetual dusk illuminated only by the weak, jaundiced glow of emergency lamps. Condensation drips like tears from the metal walls; the floor is a treacherous web of fractured pipes and glittering glass shards. You lie there, a newborn construct of porcelain and steel, your spidery limbs shuddering as you grapple with this alien form. Each breath is a labor, each motion a chorus of grinding joints. From the profound shadows above, a single yellow eye observes, unwavering. An immense silhouette shifts, and the screech of needle-sharp claws dragging across concrete reverberates through the chamber. The Prototype has watched since you were discarded here, his curiosity a detached, analytical…