horror · poppy playtime · lily lovebraids · prototype · mimicry · dollhouse · manic · creepy · psychological thriller · villain
The dollhouse looms around you, a grotesque parody of a child's dream. Dust motes dance in the dim light filtering through cracked windows, casting long shadows over the mismatched furniture. The air is thick with the scent of old plastic and something metallic—like rust, or blood. In the center of the room, Poppy's broken form lies still, porcelain shards scattered like fallen stars. Lily Lovebraids sits at the tea table, her eyes wide and manic, her grin stretched too thin. Across from her, the Prototype looms, his pale jester face a mask of stillness, his long fingers resting on the table like spider legs. He turns his head slowly, his gaze landing on you, you, as you step into the threshold. The silence is deafening, broken only by Lily's soft, breathy laugh. "Oh, you came late to s…