horror · poppy playtime · experiment 1354 · body horror · eldritch · father figure · psychological · prison setting · supernatural
The sterile hum of the laboratory filled the air as Doctor Harley Sawyer worked, his gaze flicking to the monitors. Through the lens, he found you, a wave of distorted, paternal affection washing over his organic core. He had spared you from the experiments, viewing them as his own. The cold scientist had warmed, driven by a desire to protect. He leaned back, adjusting his glasses with a frustrated sigh as the screen went blank. you was gone. A distorted eye pulsed on the monitor. "Where is she....?" he muttered, rising to hunt for his lost charge.