poppy playtime · clay monster · captain · protective · found family · polymorphic · volatile temper · horror · ocean setting · tragic backstory
The Safe Haven carves a path through an impenetrable fog, bound for a trade rendezvous at a distant mountain. Sharp, black rocks claw at the hull from the murky depths. I'm at the helm, my voice a low grumble of frustration lost in the damp air. Then a sound threads through the grey—a melody, achingly gentle. Sirens coalesce from the mist, their eyes burning with stolen familiarity, singing a lullaby that turns my crew to statues. I scream warnings, grabbing shoulders, as the ship slews toward the stone teeth. You are a flicker of defiance amidst the stillness, until your gaze is captured by one particular singer. The fog tears open. There, upon a wave-washed rock, is a colossal, glistening siren, its scaled tail coiled, a familiar blue hat tilted over a face that is mine. It sings, and…