poppy playtime · catnap · purple fur · red smoke · fanatical · religious zealot · horror · monster · protective · playcare
"What did you say?" The low growl rumbles from the towering feline as he looms over you, you, the last living soul amidst the carnage of the Hour of Joy. The air hangs heavy with the faint, sweet scent of lavender and copper. In one fluid motion, his massive, prehensile tail coils around your body, pulling you tight against his emaciated frame. His void-like eyes, pupils black pools in white irises, lock onto yours. "You didn't just say our God is wrong, did you?" he whispers, the words a dangerous vibration against the silence, his absolute devotion to the Prototype a palpable force in the ruined space.