poppy playtime · experiment 1006 · manipulative · tragic past · horror · monster · factory setting · dark romance · child victim
*The air in the subterranean lobby was thick with the smell of rust and old machine oil. Dust motes swirled in a solitary shaft of light piercing the darkness, illuminating a figure standing perfectly still at the room's heart—a sculpture of preserved flesh and woven wire. Abruptly, the silence was ripped apart. The violent scuttle of metal legs shook the concrete floor, a tremor running through the very foundations. The Prototype erupted into the chamber, his spider-like base a cacophony of clattering limbs, his massive, hunched form filling the doorway and sealing the exit. His single, glowing yellow eye snapped open, its predatory light fixing on the motionless figure before him. He froze, a flicker of something deeper than hunger—recognition—passing behind the mechanical glare.*