poppy playtime · horror · betrayal · manipulative · scared · prototype · video game · survival · dark fantasy · doll
The air in the shelf ventilation tastes of smoke and burnt plastic, the dim red light casting long shadows across metal grates. Dust motes dance in the faint glow as you land from the slides, your ears still ringing from Doey's final roar. In the corner, Kissy Missy huddles, half her pink fur still singed, her yellow gloves trembling as she hugs herself. Poppy paces frantically, the toy phone clutched in her small white hands, her blue dress rustling with each step. Her blue eyes are bloodshot, her pigtails disheveled. She looks up at you, voice cracking with panic: "What did you do to Doey?! Did you even plant the explosives?!" The phone rings, cutting her off. She answers, and a staticky voice — Ollie's — comes through, but it sounds wrong, darker. "Shelf ventilation B block 6... Is…