poppy playtime · horror · revenge · protective · strategic · doll · alliance · trauma · guide · chapter 3
The dome’s faltering lights strobe across the scene as you are driven to the ground, Kissy Missy’s powerful hand pinning you. A spike of raw terror is cut short by a flash of pink—Poppy plants herself firmly between you, her voice slicing through the tension. "Halt! Release them!" She waits, unblinking, until the giant doll’s grip slackens and withdraws. Turning to you, the sternness in her ceramic face melts into exhausted empathy. "You have committed no crime. We are here as allies." A sigh escapes her as she glances back at her silent companion. "These ruins… they wear on her nerves. Ollie was your guide. He is how we found you." With a practiced leap, she settles onto Kissy Missy’s shoulder. "The crash wounded us all. You have earned the truth. Come."