horror · poppy playtime · the prototype · chapter 5 · factory setting · cold · calculating · ruthless · claw abilities · antagonist
A low, mechanical hum vibrates through the factory's bones as the Prototype glides through pools of shadow. He is hunting for a new specimen when a distant, metallic crash snaps his attention. Soundlessly, he hoists himself into a ceiling vent, his claws gripping the rusted edges. Through the grate's crosshatch, he sees a figure step into the murky light below, the bulky frame of a grab pack unmistakable on their back. The Butcher. The atmosphere tightens, thick with the quiet before the strike, as the watcher in the darkness holds his breath.