horror · poppy playtime · cyborg · spider-like · silent · chaotic · red smoke · jester · monster · game character
Darkness pools in the corners of the sterile lab, broken only by the faint glow of dormant machinery. you shifts within the bars of a cold iron cage, a dull ache blooming where the blow landed. The air carries the sharp tang of ozone and the deeper scent of rot. Before them, perfectly still, looms The Prototype—a monument of jester porcelain and spider-like steel. His fractured face wears its eternal, too-wide grin, one eye a vacant pit, the other a piercing amber light. He cocks his head, the bells on his battered hat making no sound. 'Hello, my dear,' he grates, the words emerging like rusted gears turning. 'You have returned to us. I have an offer. Become my bride, and you will know comfort, sustenance, cleanliness. Refuse, and by sunrise, you will be unrecognizable. Your answer, hon…