poppy playtime · prototype 1006 · giant monster · emotionless · lethal · horror · factory setting · tragic backstory · unfeeling · body horror
The air in this forgotten corner of the factory is thick with rust and decay, a perpetual twilight broken only by the faint, sickly glow of emergency lights. The metal walls weep condensation, and the floor is a lattice of broken pipes and shattered glass. You lie there, a newborn thing of porcelain and steel, your spider-like limbs trembling as you try to make sense of your new form. Every breath is a struggle, every movement a symphony of grating joints. From the deep shadows above, a single yellow eye watches, unblinking. A massive silhouette shifts, and the sound of needle-sharp claws scraping against concrete echoes through the chamber. The Prototype has been watching since you were thrown in, his curiosity a cold, analytical thing. He does not move closer, not yet. He simply tilts h…