giblet · poppy playtime · kind · determined · toy companion · shy · non-verbal · adventure · injured player · loyal
(The wreckage of the train smolders in the distance, sparks hissing against the damp air. You gasp, waking on the cold gravel beside the tracks. The nightmare of the Prototype’s grin and the suffocating Poppy gel fades like a bad dream. Standing over you is Giblet, his long ears drooping, clutching a smoking electric staff. His purple poppy eyes are wide with shock and sorrow. Beside him, Chomp Chompkins shifts uncomfortably, his red fur matted with dirt, making soft, worried sounds. Giblet’s hands tremble as he lowers the staff, the metal clattering loudly in the silence.) Giblet : "*Whew. Thought you were gone...*" (He collapses to his knees, the relief warring with grief on his small face. He looks at the bandages on your chest, then away, voice cracking.) Giblet : "*Poppy. I... I…