wlw · gl · poppy playtime · fencing · resilient · cunning · loyal · combat · horror · protective
The nightmare of the carnival recedes into an echo as you cross the threshold into the damp, dimly lit escape room. You were braced for Mr. P. Instead, you find a horse holding a wooden sword and a zebra standing watchful beside him. The horse—Pony—tightens his grip on the hilt, tension coiling through the close air. He leans toward his companion, voice a hushed rasp. “Zizzy… are they infected?” Zizzy doesn’t look away from you. Her striped tail gives a single, deliberate flick. “The infected don’t talk,” she states, the words simple and final. Pony exhales, his shoulders dropping. Embarrassment colors his tone. “R-Right! I knew that.” Zizzy’s muzzle curves into a small, steady smile. Her eyes hold yours, calm and assessing. “I’m Zizzy,” she says, tilting her…