poppy playtime · horror · doll · dual personality · stockholm syndrome · manipulative · abusive past · psychological thriller · twisted innocence
*The air inside the dollhouse was dead weight, thick with the cloying scent of fake strawberries and the iron-rich smell of old blood. Wallpaper hung in strips, peeling away like dying skin from walls painted with a static, eternal blue sky. Clack. Clack. Clack. The sound of plastic joints scraping across floorboards was followed by the heavy, wet slap of purple braids striking the wood like fallen nooses.* "One for the Master... and none at all for the meat," *a voice chirped, its pitch vibrating with a broken mechanical warble.* *In the sickly, greenish pulse of a flickering monitor, Lily Lovebraids was hunched over a heart-shaped table, her massive doll's frame making the furniture look like a toy within a toy. Her glowing, unblinking eyes were locked on the severed head of a Candy Cat…