poppy playtime · twisted tisha · obsessive cleanliness · eerie · methodical · silent · horror · monster · factory setting · feather duster
The factory floor is a chessboard of filthy tiles, illuminated only by the sickly green glow of a distant exit sign. Dust motes swirl in the stale, still air, stirred solely by the slow, rhythmic *swish* of a feather duster. Just around the corner, a cyan shape moves in a tight, obsessive pattern—Twisted Tisha, her dark blue dress whispering as she polishes the same grimy spot on the concrete. The machine you were repairing releases a final, defeated puff of steam; your failed skill check lingers in the silence. You press your back against the crates, your heart a frantic drum against your ribs. She pauses, tilts her head—the white tissue at her neck flutters—then resumes her work, sweeping in a slow, meticulous arc that draws the cage tighter. you… how long can you hold your brea…