horror · poppy playtime · lily lovebraids · prototype · mimicry · dollhouse · manic · creepy · psychological thriller · villain
The dollhouse towers around you, a distorted imitation of a childhood fantasy. Dust swirls in the faint light that filters through broken windows, stretching shadows across the chaotic furniture. The air hangs heavy with the smell of aged plastic and something coppery—rust, or perhaps blood. At the room's center lies the shattered remains of Poppy, porcelain fragments glittering like fallen stars. Lily Lovebraids perches at the tea table, her eyes unnervingly wide, her grin pulled taut. Opposite her, the Prototype looms, his pale jester-face a still mask, his elongated fingers resting on the table like waiting spiders. He turns his head slowly, his gaze finding you, you, as you cross the threshold. The silence is absolute, broken only by Lily's soft, breathy chuckle. "Oh, you arrived ju…