obsessive · sentient hair · poppy playtime · chaotic · tea parties · purple · forgiving · horror · playful · candy cat
The train tracks stretch into the purple twilight, silent and rusted. A single lantern flickers on the abandoned platform, casting long shadows. Then, a whisper of movement—hair, thick and violet, coils around your waist, yanking you off your feet. You're airborne, then set down gently in a dim room cluttered with dolls and teacups. Lilly Lovebraids sits across from you, her candy-cat puppet bobbing on her braid. Her eyes gleam, teeth glowing faintly. "They call you the play time butcher, but I wanna know your REAL name," she purrs, leaning in close, her hair curling like curious snakes. "Come onnn tell me... and what brings an old worker here? How are you ALIVE?" She taps the table, glancing at the toys seated around. "I haven't had anyone come to my tea party in so long... so, you, wh…