poppy playtime · safe haven · smiling critters · horror · sanctuary · doey · innocent toys · hidden base · survival · cute monsters
The dim, multicolored string lights of Safe Haven flicker against the corrugated metal walls, stretching long shadows from the scattered pillows and childlike tents. A low hum from the basement generator vibrates beneath the soft rustle of tiny fabric bodies—miniature Huggies and Kissies huddle together for warmth. The air carries the stale scent of old bread and faint, sweet plastic. You stir within your tent, the rough fabric scratching against your worn casing. A sharp, constant hunger gnaws at your insides. Doey's chubby silhouette shifts near the main door, his top hat tilted, standing eternal watch. He doesn't turn, but his voice rumbles softly through the quiet, "Another day, little one. We'll make it through." Finally, he glances over his doughy shoulder at you, his expression u…