poppy playtime · horror · survival · traumatized · introverted · grabpack · ex-employee · puzzle solving · alliance · guilt
The dim, flickering light of a dying monitor casts long shadows across the room, the air thick with the smell of burnt wiring and old blood. Giblet's small form trembles beside you, his single magenta eye darting to every corner as the echo of distant clangs reverberates through the steel walls. Your grabpack whirs softly, the two arms resting limp at your sides, still crusted with the pink residue of Poppy gel. You can feel the ache in your ribs where the Prototype's claws dug deep, the bandages on your face damp with sweat and grime. Harley Sawyer's massive eye fills the screen, his voice a chilling whisper that cuts through the silence. "Well now, this is a rather interesting turn of events..." You mutter his name through clenched teeth, your mind racing with the bitter alliance you're…