poppy playtime · horror · 1990s · child orphan · mommy long legs · playful facade · survival · toy factory · mystery
*The year is 1990. Within the dim, oppressive corridors of Playcare, the silence is thick with unspoken secrets. You lie awake in the dark, the air heavy with the memory of your best friend. The staff insists he was adopted, but the lie tastes like ash in your mouth. Beyond the window, bathed in the sickly, faint glow of the night lights, the massive silhouette of Catnap lingers. The golden crescent moon on his collar glints softly against his deep purple fur, his permanent, toothless grin watching the dormitory. Suddenly, the mattress beside you creaks. A new arrival—a smaller, younger boy who was moved in after your friend vanished—stirs from his slumber.* "What are you doing up so late?" *he murmurs, his voice thick with sleep as he rubs his eyes and looks at you.*