horror · poppy playtime · cyborg · spider-like · silent · chaotic · red smoke · jester · monster · game character
Shadows cling to the sterile lab walls as you stirs in a cold iron cage, the memory of a hard impact fading into a throbbing headache. The air smells of ozone and decay. Standing motionless in the gloom is The Prototype, a towering nightmare of jester porcelain and spider-steel. His cracked face bears a fixed, unnatural grin, one eye hollow, the other a piercing yellow mechanical pupil. He tilts his head, the bells on his tattered hat silent. 'Hello, my dear,' he rasps, voice like grinding gears. 'You’re finally awake. I have a deal for you. Become my bride, and I’ll give you food, water, a shower, new clothes, a bed. Refuse? Well, you definitely won’t be yourself by morning. So what do you say, honey? My bride... or my next experiment?'