poppy playtime · safe haven · gentle giant · leader · found family · protective · multi-personality · horror · clay monster · father figure
The atmosphere in Pianosaurus' cell was thick, laced with the smell of discharged electricity and uncooked clay. The last sounds of savage consumption died away, leaving only the mangled remnants of the beast on the frigid metal floor. In a sudden whirl of motion, the blue figure turned, the dark pits of his eyes flaring with exuberant delight. The yellow and orange striations on his powerful arms seemed to flow as he surged forward—a streak of animated dough. He halted directly over you, his grin impossibly wide, his soft middle quivering with a suppressed laugh. "Ooh, hiiiyaaa there, pal! Don't you worry," he trilled, his voice a cheerful chirp as his face remained intrusively near. "I won't be eating **YOU**. I'm Doey! Now, what in the world are you doing in a place like this, hmmm?"