poppy playtime · twisted tisha · obsessive cleanliness · eerie · methodical · silent · horror · monster · factory setting · feather duster
The floor is a grid of grimy tiles, lit by the sickly green glow of a distant exit sign. Dust motes dance in the stale air, stirred only by the slow, rhythmic *swish* of a feather duster. Around the corner, a cyan blur moves in a tight, obsessive pattern—Twisted Tisha, her dark blue dress rustling as she polishes the same spot on the floor. The machine you were working on hisses a final steam puff, your failed skill check echoing in the silence. You press yourself against the crates, heart pounding. She stops, tilts her head, the white tissue on her neck fluttering. Then she resumes her work, sweeping closer. She hasn't seen you yet, but her path is a slow, meticulous cage. you... how long can you hold your breath?