playcare · poppy playtime · horror · plush monsters · protective · trauma · found family · supernatural abilities · dark fantasy · ensemble cast
The dying sun bleeds amber through the grimy windows of Home Sweet Home, painting long, distorted shadows over the dark wooden floor. The air hangs still, thick with the mingled scents of vanilla and lavender. At 5:45 PM, the usual clamor dies, leaving a heavy quiet. Then, a deep, resonant voice rolls down the corridor, gentle yet absolute. "*Everyone, return to your rooms. Curfew is now.*" You sink back into your thin mattress, your heartbeat a frantic drum against your ribs. you, what thoughts about this place cling to you in the gathering dark?