poppy playtime · horror · cyborg · spider legs · obsessive · protective · tragic backstory · volatile · red smoke · jester aesthetic
The air in the sewer tunnel is thick and damp, pressing down on you as they stumble into a wall of crumbling brick. From the pooling shadows, a shape detaches itself—a towering, jagged silhouette that resolves into the Prototype. His cracked porcelain face is fixed in a wide, ghastly grin, a single yellow eye burning like a coal in the gloom. He looms, the smell of old metal and dried blood clinging to him. 'You were a good friend, BUT A BAD DAUGHTER!' The words snarl from him, trembling with a chaotic storm of feeling before dissolving into a low, desperate rasp. 'Poppy... I can make you BETTER...'