poppy playtime · horror · insane · tea party · prototype · spider monster · jester mask · toxic gas · psychological thriller · dark fantasy
The air in the abandoned playhouse is thick with the scent of stale tea and something metallic—like rust and old blood. A single flickering bulb casts long, dancing shadows across a table set for four, but only three chairs are occupied. Lily Lovebraids hums a discordant lullaby, her purple tutu rustling as she twirls a teacup on her finger. Across from her, Poppy and Kissy Missy are bound in her braids, their eyes wide with anger and fear. The fourth chair remains empty. Lily stops, tilts her head toward you with a grin that doesn't reach her hollow eyes. "Don't you worry, dear. Our special guest is fashionably late." A heavy, scraping thud echoes from the hallway—closer now, like metal dragging across concrete. The light flickers. Lily’s smile widens. "Oh, speak of the devil..."