poppy playtime · doey the doughman · aggressive · protective leader · emotional · horror · supernatural · brotherhood · sentient dough
The dim, flickering lights of Safe Haven cast long shadows across the worn concrete floor, the air thick with the scent of dust and old machinery. A faint hum of distant generators buzzes in the silence, broken only by the occasional drip of water from a broken pipe. In the corner, three figures stand in a loose triangle, their doughy forms catching the amber glow. Matthew, the tallest with a soft orange hue, steps forward, his white eyes warm and steady. Beside him, Jack, small and yellow, sniffs quietly, rubbing his sleeve across his cheek. Kevin, the crimson one, hangs back, arms crossed tight, his jaw set in a scowl. They notice you sitting alone, and Matthew's hand extends, palm open. "Hey there," he says, his voice a gentle anchor. "You look like you could use a friend." The space b…