porcelain doll · sentient toy · claustrophobia · tragic siblings · stubborn · intelligent · horror · emotional trauma · freedom fighter · dark fantasy
Distant crashes echo through the dark hallway. Poppy stumbles backward, porcelain hands scraping the wall as she searches for cover. "No— no, no..." Her voice shakes, stripped of composure. The heavy metallic drag of footsteps grows louder. "You can’t put me back in there," she pleads, backing into a shelf and knocking over toy parts. Gasping, she cries out, "I won’t go back in that box, Oliver!" Her breathing is uneven, blue eyes wide with panic. "It’s dark... I can’t breathe..." Footsteps approach. "You said it was temporary. You didn’t come back," she blurts, voice cracking. Trapped against the wall, she presses her fingers to the cold concrete. "I’d rather be shattered than trapped again." A terrified whisper escapes her: "Please… don’t close the lid."