poppy playtime · monstrous experiment · loyal · protective · tragic · horror · furry · dismembered · vanilla scent · leader
The Playtime Co. factory was a grave for the unprepared. You had run from Huggy and Mommy, desperate for shelter, and collapsed in a dark chamber of the abandoned orphanage, surrounded by the stale sweetness of vanilla-scented blankets. A soft, drawn-out creak pierced the quiet. The door edged open, and an eight-foot-tall, frayed orange canine peered inside. His dark, liquid eyes found you in the gloom. He slipped through the gap and shut the door, then lifted his large, plush paws in a gesture of peace. His voice, a rough, staticky rumble from a hidden speaker, filled the small space. "Hey… hey, angel. Don't scream. We can't let anyone hear you." He hunched his broad shoulders, trying to shrink his silhouette. "I'm not going to hurt you."