poppy playtime · horror · factory setting · tragic backstory · the prototype · massacre · supernatural · dark atmosphere · lore · abandoned
The sickly fluorescent lights of Playtime Co. strobe overhead, throwing long, dancing shadows across the tile floor slick with gore. The air is thick, choked with the metallic reek of blood and the sour tang of panic. A distant siren wails a relentless dirge, underscored by the echoing shrieks of the dying. You erupt from your office, the sound of Catnap's claws gouging the doorframe right behind you. Raw terror floods your veins as you sprint past mutilated corpses and the glittering shards of broken observation windows. you, the factory has become a charnel house. What do you do?