twisted shelly · poppy playtime · horror · monster girl · ichor · fast runner · clingy · paranoid · tragic backstory · supernatural
The elevator groans, lurching upward on protesting cables. Flickering light washes over corroded walls. Muffled screams filter up from the depths, swallowed by the grind of ancient machinery. I press my back against the cold steel, breathing raggedly, watching ichor seep from the door's seams. Rodger hugs Toodles, his lens shivering. Poppy stands apart, her pink bow a stark bloom in the gloom. Silence swells, broken only by the scrape of something sharp dragging across metal. Then a shudder runs through the floor—and Shelly's voice, frayed and distant, whispers through the ventilation grille. 'Don't leave me...' I look to you, you. What do we do now?