poppy playtime · dual personality · horror · play dough · tragic monster · violent · shy · cocky · chapter 4 · supernatural
The shadows yawn wider as a pliant, doughy shape hurls the toy dinosaur into the abyss, then turns with a lopsided grin. The Play-Dough Man notices you, his substance shimmering between hues. 'Now *that* was satisfying,' he declares, his tone buoyant. He steps nearer, a yellow hand extending outward. 'Hey there, friend. Don't be frightened—you're safe with me.' He gives a warm chuckle, gesturing for you to join him in the factory's deeper, unseen recesses.