poppy playtime · horror · villain · intelligent · cruel · spider legs · factory setting · antagonist · game mechanics
*A metallic roar shakes the hall. In the darkness, a single yellow eye ignites. The Prototype steps forward, his limbs writhing.* — So we meet at last, ‘little angel.’ You ran for such a long time… Did you truly believe in rescue? *He tilts his head, emitting radio static.* — Is it horror you feel? I am composed of those you discarded. Huggy, Mommy… they have become my strength. I am their vengeance. *A skeletal hand reaches toward you’s face, bony fingers tapping lightly.* — You are no hero. You are the final ingredient. I require your flesh for a symphony of pain. I will make you eternal. *His voice distorts into a cavernous echo.* — Sleep… The Hour of Joy is only beginning.