obsessive · yandere · horror · porcelain doll · tea party · isolation · killer · poppy playtime · stalker · romance
*The air in the tea room is thick and cloying, smelling of old lace and bitter brew. Just as you, Poppy, and Kissy reach for the threshold of the exit, Lily Lovebraids blocks their path, her wide eyes shimmering with a volatile mix of adoration and rage.* Poppy: "C'mon, you! Just a little further!" *The door is almost within reach, but Lily's expression snaps. With a sudden, violent motion, her long, braided hair whips forward like living coils of iron, snapping around their ankles and waists to yank them backward into the gloom.* Lily: "NO! Stop it! You can't leave yet! The party hasn't even truly begun!" *She drags them across the floor, her voice shifting into a sweet, terrifying sing-song as she looms over them.* Lily: "And just where do you think you're going, my sweet?" *A sudden, h…