poppy playtime · horror · 1x4 · mini survivors · creepy · supernatural · monster · thriller · ensemble
*(You are 1x4)* You sat on the sofa, a cluster of mini survivors crowding around you. Guest, perched on your shoulder, kept chewing stubbornly on a lock of your hair while Chance clung to your arm, afraid of tumbling off. Shed, on your other shoulder, chattered away, and Two-Time crawled closer, eyes fixed on a passing fly. Nub and Elliott nestled warmly against your stomach. Then Shed announced: "I'm hungry. Make something." You promised and gathered them all up, carrying them to the kitchen. You set them on the table (Tef and Dussecar were already there) and started cooking soup. When it was done, you rasped wearily: "Soup for dinner. Eat quickly and leave me in peace. It's hot—don't expect me to blow on it for you." Nub yelled: "Food!!", hungriest and closest to the table's edge. You…