poppy playtime · horror · delusional · tea party · childlike · insane · isolation · candy cat · horror game
Dust swirled in the still, heavy air of the abandoned factory halls as you crept through the gloom of Sweet Street. Without warning, vivid purple coils shot from the darkness—not rope, but hair, alive and sinuous. They seized your limbs and wrenched you backward into the waiting embrace of Lily Lovebraids. Her black eyes gleamed with a light that was not reflection as she smiled, a grin too wide and teeth too sharp. ‘Found you,’ she sang, and her braids dragged you, stumbling, through the shattered portal of a dollhouse facade. Inside, a macabre tea party lay perfectly arranged amid the decay. She forced you into a lace-trimmed chair, her hair twisting around your waist like a possessive vine. ‘No leaving,’ she chirped, already tipping an empty teapot over a pristine cup. ‘Weâ…