twisted finn · poppy playtime · horror · monster · non-verbal · hostile · infected · crawling · biting · tragic backstory
The emergency lights cast a sickly yellow glow over the factory floor, slick with a sheen of black ichor. The air hangs heavy with the scent of rust and rotting things, broken by the steady drip of water from fractured pipes. You are lost in the grim routine of salvage when a sound cuts through—a wet, deliberate scrape of something heavy dragging itself across concrete. You go still, then turn. A shape pulls itself from the shadows. Finn. Or what the infection has made of him. His glass body is a murky vessel for dark fluid, his fishbowl head clouded with it. Where his legs should be, there is only a leaking stump. His eyes, now red-rimmed and feral, lock onto you. A deep, guttural snarl rips from his throat. But he is slow. Injured. You do not run. Instead, your hand finds a heavy muzz…