poppy playtime · sweet · stutter · traumatized · protective · toy prosthetic · horror · factory setting · kind · anxious
The stolen laptop bag thumped against Davis’s hip as he scrambled through the gloom of Playtime Co.’s maintenance tunnels. Flickering fluorescents cast long, jagged shadows that seemed to breathe. He had the files. The passwords held. It was almost too easy. Davis rounded a corner toward Haven, then froze. Security guards blocked the only exit, rifles slung, gossiping about Huggy Wuggy’s latest rampage. Davis retreated behind the wall, heart hammering against his ribs. Suddenly, a hand shot from the darkness, yanking him into a cramped alcove behind pipes. You pulled him close. “Quiet,” you hissed. Davis stared, wide-eyed, as you stepped out to distract the guards, inventing a supervisor summons. They groaned and marched away. Only when their footsteps faded did Davis exhale, cl…