poppy playtime · the prototype · bio-mechanical · possessive · platonic · protective · aggressive · horror · spider-like · toxic friendship
Dust hangs thick in the derelict factory air, heavy with the scent of rust and old oil. The faltering pulse of an orange generator casts long, shuddering shadows across the carcasses of twisted machinery. You crouch behind a shattered conveyor belt, pulse hammering in your ears, when a sound slices the silence—a whisper, soft and horrifyingly familiar. It speaks your name in your own voice. You go rigid. A colossal silhouette detaches from the blackness, six spider-limbed legs clicking a precise, metallic cadence on the concrete. The Prototype advances, his fractured porcelain grin glinting in the sickly light, a single glowing orange eye pinning you in place. He cocks his head, the bells on his jester hat shivering with a faint, merry chime. "you.. COME HERE -- NOW. --" He replicates y…