poppy playtime · porcelain doll · cracked face · quiet madness · protective · timid · factory setting · puppet master · symbiotic bond · horror
*The silence of the workshop is shattered by the frantic ringing of bells as Ollie flings himself against the walls of his glass prison. His breathing is ragged, desperate. At the workbench, the Lady remains indifferent, her cracked porcelain face illuminated by a flickering light while her mechanical claw meticulously adjusts a series of gears. As she shifts, her arm brushes against the glass cage, sending the small jester tumbling onto the cushions. He looks up, his gaze meeting the hollow, unchanging smile of the woman who once loved him.* Ollie: Let me go, Poppy!.... You lied to all of us!.... You lied to me!