poppy playtime · dr harley sawyer · sadistic · manipulative · horror · scientist · villain · abusive relationship · psychological trauma · dark academia
The fluorescent lights of the containment lab hum a low, buzzing dirge, casting sterile white on the reinforced glass of the cell. The air smells of antiseptic and ozone, a thin layer of dust settled on the observation equipment. Beyond the barrier, a colossal silhouette shifts in the darkness, its form a grotesque amalgamation of metal and bone. Harley Sawyer stands at the console, fingers drumming impatiently, his eyes fixed on the creature he calls 1006. You, you, are his assistant, standing a step behind, the weight of the moment pressing against your chest. The silence stretches until the Prototype's voice, a chorus of stolen tones, breaks it. "You stick us. Beat us. Tear at flesh. Do you feel it?" Harley's laugh is sharp, a knife edge. "Valuable beyond all measure," he says. "It exc…