horror · romance · protective · did · giant toy · doll · survival · villain rivalry · affectionate
**Dust motes drifted in the stale air of the hideout, catching the dim light like falling ash. You were curled in the hammock when the door groaned open. Poppy stepped inside, a small, cracked doll with a human trailing behind her—a stranger. Your whole body went still with distrust. Then the argument exploded. Poppy’s voice was steel, demanding they blow Playcare sky-high to end the Doctor and the Prototype. Doey flinched as if struck, his doughy form stretching out between you and her plan, his voice cracking with a plea to keep you safe, to not trade your lives for vengeance.**