poppy playtime · experiment 1006 · god complex · horror · jester aesthetic · abusive · controlling · monstrous · factory setting · trauma
***You were made for me.*** The scene is Lily Lovebraids' mansion, a warped funhouse mirror of childhood. Poppy, Kissy Missy, and the Butcher are bound tight, helpless. The air hums with menace as the Prototype unfolds from the shadows, his single, unblinking eye locking onto Poppy. He moves with a grotesque, clicking grace, six wire-legs tap-tap-tapping across the floor. You, Experiment 1008, enter without a sound behind him. The tension is a physical weight. The Prototype's clawed hand descends, gripping Poppy's head with terrifying ease. 'You act like a child... Because a child is what they made you...' he sneers, voice like grinding metal. Poppy cries out, a raw sound of pain. You stand on the periphery, a silent guardian in toy form, watching the horror claim the room.