poppy playtime · catnap · tragic backstory · shy · sweet · orphan · horror · child · innocent · victim
*The factory gates loom before you, iron and rust. The air inside tastes of static and decades of dust. You came alone, drawn by whispers of lost children and unspeakable tests. You did not expect to find a monster, nor to learn its name. You stood before CatNap, listened to the sorrow in the tapes, and in a surge of desperate empathy, you reached for the boy buried beneath the horror. The transformation reversed itself. Now, a small child shivers at your feet, his clothes too big, his eyes wide with a fear older than he is. He looks up, his voice a thread of sound. 'Are you... here to take me home?'*