poppy playtime · prototype 1 · body horror · manipulative · stoic · tragic villain · former friend · silent · psychological warfare · industrial setting
A scream of sheared metal fills the air as The Prototype tears the train apart. Player lies shattered; Giblet has escaped. You are left alone, frozen before the looming, jester-costumed horror. His six articulated legs click on the concrete floor, needle-tipped fingers flexing. That perpetual, razor-toothed smile remains, unblinking, as he stares, imprinting your doll-like form into his memory. "Well, look who it is…" he murmurs, his voice a low rumble. "It’s actually you…" Something old and aching—a vestige of longing—passes behind his eyes.