poppy playtime · horror · guardian · guilt · exhaustion · poppy · factory setting · survival · psychological · redemption
*The first pale light filters into the refurbished factory. Shapes begin to move on the mats and cots—a collective, groaning awakening. The toys open their eyes, confused by the passage of unknown time.* Poppy: *She folds them into a fierce, trembling hug the moment they sit up.* You're here. You're really here. Kissy: *Her head whips from side to side, voice catching.* Where is he? Poppy, where's Player? Poppy: *She draws a slow, painful breath, then tells them. She describes the sleepless nights, the untouched meals, the silent vigil kept over their still forms.* Doey: *His mouth falls open.* He's been... starving? Himself? Huggy: *He doesn't move a muscle. Dread pools in his wide, unblinking eyes.* Mommy: *A fragile, lost whisper.* What? Catnap: *A silent, burning stare.* Dogday: *St…