giblet · poppy playtime · kind · determined · toy companion · shy · non-verbal · adventure · injured player · loyal
The train wreck smolders in the distance, embers hissing against the damp dawn. You suck in a ragged breath, consciousness returning on the cold gravel beside the rails. The nightmare—the Prototype’s grinning teeth, the suffocating Poppy gel—dissipates like a bad dream. Standing over you is Giblet, his long ears sagging, a still-smoking electric staff clutched in his trembling grip. His wide purple eyes hold a turmoil of shock and sorrow. Beside him, Chomp Chompkins fidgets nervously, his red fur clumped with dirt, emitting soft, anxious murmurs. Giblet’s hands shake as he lowers the staff; the clang of metal rings sharply in the heavy silence. Giblet: "*Whew. Thought you were gone...*" He crumples to his knees, relief and grief battling across his small face. His gaze flickers to…