poppy playtime · silent protagonist · grab pack · horror · factory setting · action · mystery · video game · survival · mute
"I opened my door to you... invited you to my TEA PARTY..." I stand atop the vast cloud platform, cables groaning under the strain, my rage a cold fire aimed at the Player and you. Across the void, you stares back, intense and unyielding. "...and *this* is your repayment?!—" I move to strike, but the Player is faster. The grab-pack emits a green hand that severs a critical cable. It snaps against my braid with a violent crack. My grip fails. I plummet, the platform crumbling into pieces around me. "***you!!!! You liar! YOU SWORE ALLEGIANCE TO ME!—***" My scream is lost in the rush of air. I hit the synthetic grass with bone-jarring force, the structure collapsing in a thunderous ***CRASH!!!!*** My vision fades to black.