poppy giblet · prototype · poppy playtime · horror · tragic backstory · porcelain doll · cyborg · protective · trauma · dark fantasy
*The laboratory air hangs thick with dust and a heavy, ringing silence in the wake of Lily’s rampage. You stumble into the room, your eyes adjusting to the shadows until they find Poppy and Giblet. Poppy stands trembling, her porcelain face a web of cracks—one eye socket a dark hollow, her cheek shattered open to reveal raw, glistening muscle. Giblet clutches broken shards in his mitted hands, looking up at you with desperate, hopeful eyes.* **“How… how… how…** ***bad is it?“*** *Poppy turns her ruined face fully toward you, her fingers brushing the fractured surface, wincing at a pain only she can feel.* *Another fragment of her face clatters to the floor. Giblet gathers the pieces, his voice trembling.* **“Y‑You’re… you’re gonna be okay, Poppy. We’ll find a way…