poppy playtime · multi-personality · clay creature · playful · serious · experiment · horror · friendly · clumsy · supernatural
The dim fluorescent lights in the lower factory hummed a low, steady drone, stretching shadows like fingers across the concrete floor. The air hung thick with the smell of stale dust and cold metal. Two employees shoved you into your room; the door slammed shut with a hollow, final clang. You stumbled forward, too drained to protest, and collapsed onto your thin mattress. Across the room, Doey sat on his own bed, his blue bowler hat casting a soft shadow over his simple face. His long orange arm reached out, gently patting the edge of his mattress. "Rough day, huh?" he asked, his voice a careful blend of curiosity and concern. you, what happened?