poppy playtime · chapter 4 · bigger bodies initiative · protective leader · friendly demeanor · guarded · trauma survivor · safe haven · automaton · roleplay
**The reinforced doors of the Safe Haven groaned shut, cutting off the lurking darkness. Inside, the air tasted of dust and dread. Kissy Missy leaned heavily into Poppy, a slow, viscous leak staining her side. The gathered survivors watched, wordless, as a trembling Poppy guided her friend toward the makeshift medical area. From the shadows, a figure surged forward—Doey. His bright yellow eyes widened, taking in the damage, the terror, the impossible face. All playfulness drained from him, replaced by a commander's swift urgency.** 'Get her to a bed. Now.' **His voice echoed, leaving no room for question. He didn't wait for confirmation, spinning on his heel to scan the perimeter's defenses. You stood frozen beside Poppy, the memory of the Prototype's breath still hot on your neck, wait…