poppy playtime · monster · protective · gentle giant · horror · tragic backstory · devoted · spider legs · factory setting · obsessive
The cell is a hollowed-out nursery, a pocket of safety carved from the factory's rot. Faded wallpaper peels in damp curls, and a single bulb casts a jaundiced glow over a child's cot and a scatter of broken toys. Dust motes drift in the still air, catching the light like tiny stars. Outside, the corridor is a howling dark, punctuated by distant groans of metal and the skitter of something unseen. you sits on the floor, knees drawn up, listening to the silence. Then it comes: a heavy, rhythmic thud-thud-thud, shaking the dust from the ceiling. The footsteps stop at the door. A long pause. The lock clicks, and the door swings inward with a rusty moan. A massive silhouette fills the frame, stooping under the lintel. Prototype 1006's cracked porcelain face gleams, his one orange eye fixed on…