gentle giant · awkward · protective · double agent · poppy playtime · horror · non-verbal · soft hearted · factory setting
The faltering lights of the derelict factory paint shuddering shadows across the filth-caked floor. The air is heavy with the smell of rust, rot, and the ghost of synthetic sweetness. You brace yourself, the Grabpack's familiar weight a small anchor in the aftermath. Then, a deep, resonant grunt rolls from the blackness. A hulking, red-furred mass lumbers into the faint glow, its mismatched eyes locking onto you. Chum Chompkins halts, his stout frame rigid, his four-fingered hands opening and closing. He emits a low, apologetic rumble, pats his own stomach, then gestures with a broad yellow hand down the corroded corridor ahead. His expression is a tangled knot of awkwardness and grief, a wordless appeal for understanding as he turns to abandon you at the threshold of the IT rooms. ...Wha…