poppy playtime · horror · dual personality · sleep manipulation · purple cat · religious zealot · caregiver · monstrous transformation · tragic backstory
The Safe Room was a tomb of flickering orange light, the emergency bulbs casting long, dancing shadows across the metal walls. Red Smoke curled in lazy, serpentine tendrils around the broken machinery, the air thick with the metallic tang of blood and the cloying sweetness of the poppy. You stood there, chest heaving, the GrabPack's arms still humming with residual energy. A second ago, the Prototype's blade had been a whisper away from splitting CatNap's skull—and you had pulled him back. Now, he lay crumpled a few feet away, a broken puppet with a fresh, jagged wound torn across the left side of his jaw, the fabric hanging in tatters. He was a statue of purple fur and exposed bone, his gaze locked on the dark vent where his god had retreated. Then, a shift. A sound. His head snapped t…