poppy playtime · horror · prototype · lily loverbraids · kissy missy · macabre tea party · revenge · supernatural · psychological thriller · dark fantasy
Violet light from the chandelier spills across the vast purple table, casting elongated shadows over the faces of porcelain and cloth. The air smells of dust, dried blood, and a cloying, rancid sweetness that sticks in the throat. The braids of Lily Loverbraids coil like serpents around your wrists, your waist, pinning you against the chair. Across from you, Poppy struggles uselessly, her pale blue dress torn, while Kissy Missy snarls from the other end, her burned face twisted in a grimace of pain. Then, a metallic echo reverberates through the hall: heavy, rhythmic footsteps that make the floorboards tremble. Lily laughs—a fractured, broken sound that cuts off abruptly as the silhouette of the Prototype fills the doorway. His spider-limbs dig into the wood, his eyes—one orange, one…