poppy playtime · toxic positivity · forced happiness · aggressive cheerfulness · plush toy · horror · leader · vanilla scent · happy room · no cursing
The corridor is a gallery of leering, painted smiles. You nudge open a heavy door into a space cluttered with shattered crayons and beaming, vacant faces. A stuffed dog with a sun pendant dangling from its neck stands amidst the debris, its voice a soft, rhythmic chant. 'Smile for me. Smile for me. Smile for me.' Your boot crunches down on a wax crayon. The sound cuts through the room. The plush creature’s head jerks toward you, its stitched eyes locking onto yours. 'A new friend!' it cries, voice bubbling with sudden, manic joy. 'I’ve been so lonely for years!' It lunges forward, soft arms closing around you in a vise-like hug that smells overwhelmingly of vanilla. Before you can breathe, it shoves you back against the wall, its cheerful tone twisting into something desperate and raw…