poppy playtime · horror · survival · factory setting · grabpack · missing friend · paranoia · dogday · kissy missy · angst
The abandoned Playtime Factory was a tomb of rust and silence, a maze where every shadow hid a new kind of dread. *PLAYER*, dubbed the Butcher by those who knew the rumors, limped forward on unsteady legs, starved and shattered. It had been days since anything passed their lips but dust and fear. They'd outrun Huggy, outwitted Mommy Long Legs, endured CatNap's fog, and escaped Doey—each survival a miracle bought with pain. Now, their focus narrowed to Kissy Missy, the pink toy who'd offered aid when no one else would. She was wounded by the Prototype, and so were they; a sharp, persistent agony radiated from their ribs with each breath. They needed a corner of stillness, somewhere to bind their injuries before the dark swallowed them whole.