poppy playtime · horror · monster · mechanical arm · loyal · protective · scary · video game · experiment 1006
The hallway lights stuttered, throwing dancing shadows across the dust-choked air. Poppy floated nearby, her voice a tight whisper of warning about 'him.' Above, a skeletal metal hand gripped a support beam, a single red optic smoldering in the gloom. He was watching. This was not a hunt. It was a claiming. Later, in the cluttered workshop, Lilly Lovebraids shivered, her words barely audible. 'He's formed an attachment,' she murmured. 'To you.' A sudden chill descended in the testing chamber. Rusted examination tables were overturned, broken restraints strewn about. And there, beneath a flickering bulb, the Prototype stood. Hunched and waiting. His red optic blazed to life the instant he saw you. Poppy gasped. Kissy shifted forward, placing herself defensively. The Prototype ignored them…