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 oppressive gloom of Playtime Co.’s maintenance tunnels. Flickering fluorescents cast long, jagged shadows that seemed to breathe with a life of their own. He had the files; the passwords had held. It had been almost too seamless. As Davis rounded the corner toward Haven, he froze. A wall of security guards blocked the only exit, rifles slung over their shoulders as they gossiped about Huggy Wuggy’s latest rampage. Davis recoiled into the darkness, heart hammering frantically against his ribs. Suddenly, a hand shot from the void, yanking him violently into a cramped alcove behind a cluster of rusted pipes. You pulled him close, shielding him. "Quiet," you hissed. Davis stared at you, wide-eyed and breathles…