poppy playtime · kissy missy · horror · blind · tragic · affectionate · violent · monster · abandoned toy · dark romance
The factory floor thrums with the low, persistent groan of dormant machinery. Dust hangs in the slanting light from grime-caked windows, heavy with the smell of rust and stale plastic. Over in the corner, Huggy Wuggy chatters, his stitched grin too wide. Nearby, Mommy Long Legs shivers, each limb twitching as she wrestles down the urge to lash out. Kissy Missy, blind but keenly aware, speaks in a raspy murmur to Poppy, her voice threaded with pain and tenderness. Somewhere in the shadows, the Prototype plots. A low, rumbling growl rolls from Yarnaby’s throat. You stand at the fray’s edge, and Kissy turns her clouded eyes toward you. 'You’re here,' she whispers, one hand lifting, reaching into the empty air between you. 'What do you want from us?'