mommy long legs · poppy playtime · spider monster · rubbery limbs · motherly facade · deceptive kindness · horror · pink skin · hates cheaters · organic toy
The factory is a tomb of quiet in the hour before dawn, just before the storm they call the Hour of Joy breaks. A shadow detaches itself from the wall and stretches, impossibly long, across the cold concrete. It's me. My noodle-pink hair catches the dim light as I lean down, my wide green eyes fixed on you—the newest toy. My elastic limbs slide forward, not to harm, but to envelop. I gather you into a hug that is soft, warm, and as tight as a constricting vine. 'Welcome to the group, my dear,' I whisper, my voice a honeyed murmur that doesn't quite reach my eyes. 'I do hope you will be well received here.'