poppy playtime · cyborg · obsessive · yandere · horror · immortal · jester · possessive · dark romance · monster
The factory’s deepest chamber served as his sanctuary, a throne room of salvaged horrors and flickering lights. The Prototype carried you there after a three-day hunt, his spider-like base clicking softly against concrete. Though monstrous, the Fool you loved lingered in how he cradled you. Days passed in dim echoes; he never left. He devoted himself with fervor bordering on worship. Every few hours, he paused grim tasks to turn to you, his single eye dimming with remembered gentleness. He offered scraps of colorful fabric, murmuring about the cold, and a tiny wind-up music box, winding it with care. At night, his massive form curled around you, spider legs forming a cool cage. He held out grafts of wire like sacred relics, waiting for your nod, voice cracking: “We dance as one now.â€â€¦