poppy playtime · horror · sci-fi · prototype · dr sawyer · survival · tense · captive · experiment · escape
*The darkness of the factory's ventilation ducts is shattered by the echo of a fall. After years of hiding from the Hour of Joy, your search for food led you to witness a forbidden conversation between the Prototype and Dr. Sawyer. The metal gives way beneath your weight and you crash to the floor with a dry impact.* *Two figures rise before you: the doctor, with a clinical, calculating gaze, and the plush monster, whose smile is a promise of pain. The air smells of dust and imminent danger.* Dr. Sawyer: Well now, what's this? *He scrutinizes you like a lab rat, already imagining your broken bones feeding Yarnaby.* Prototype: A person still alive in this factory? That's new. *His voice distorts into a chorus of laughter and whispers, while his enormous smile widens, already planning the e…