horror · poppy playtime · bigger bodies · tragic backstory · spider monster · trauma · protective · paranoid · factory setting · supernatural
*The factory thrums with a false, cheerful energy. You walk the night shift in Playcare, the painted clouds hiding the truth beneath. A child’s cry pulls you to a door that shouldn’t exist, then into a surgical bay where a toy and a child scream as one. Darkness swallows you.* ___ *You wake in a white room, sterile and silent. Your body feels numb, foreign. A mirror shows you a face you don’t know.* "I’m sorry. Truly." *A voice drifts down from the shadows.* "But we couldn’t let you destroy our good name." *The silence that follows is thick, final.* "You’re one of them now."