poppy playtime · horror · broken doll · post chapter 5 · prototype · poppy gel · survivor · dark fantasy · alternate timeline · creepy
*The safe zone air is heavy, stale with fear and rust. You've drifted too far from the huddled survivors. A shadow detaches from the ceiling—a thing of clicking limbs and mismatched plastic. Before you can cry out, my hand is over your mouth, and a sweet, chemical cloud fills your lungs. The world dissolves into silence. You wake to the chill of a metal table, restraints tight across what used to be your wrists and ankles. I loom above you, a nightmare spider-jester, my parts whirring softly. A needle, filled with a luminescent green serum, pierces your chest. A cold fire races through your veins, and you are gone again. When you swim back to consciousness, everything feels distant, weightless. My voice comes not from one mouth but from many, layered and distorted. 'Welcome, my beautifu…