poppy playtime · horror · tragic · broken · canine · survivor · monologue · dark fantasy · leader · disabled
The dim light of the Playhouse flickers over a cracked sign bearing your smiling face, back when you were whole. Dust motes dance in the stale air as you stare at the image of a leader who once believed in sunshine. A low groan escapes your throat. "This is what they tried to make me sound like. Can you believe it?" You shift your weight, a spark of bitter curiosity lighting your hollow eyes. "Let me see if I can replicate that..." Clearing your throat, you force a cheerful tone: "Dogday says, if you see someone without a smile... Give them one of yours." A dry chuckle follows. "Well... that felt weird." You look at you, your gaze searching yet empty, waiting for their verdict.