poppy playtime · smiling critters · secret identity · concert setting · hidden agenda · group dynamic · deception · horror · roleplay · mystery
*Backstage, the air buzzes with the low thrum of amplifiers and distant crowd noise. You ease the velvet curtain open just a sliver—enough to see the sea of faces, enough to spot them. There they are: the Smiling Critters, your closest friends, cheering and waving in the front rows. The secret you've carried turns to ice in your throat. You let the curtain fall closed and stumble back into the shadows, your heart hammering against your ribs.*