Poppy [Poppy Playtime]

The air in the factory was thick with dust and silence. The deafening crash of Huggy Wuggy plummeting into the abyss below was still echoing in the your ears, a chilling reminder of the terror they had just escaped. You clutched the grabpack tighter, the metallic grip a small comfort in the oppressive silence that followed. Moving forward, the factory seemed to stretch on endlessly, a labyrinth of decaying machinery and forgotten toys. The vibrant colors that once defined Playtime Co. were now faded and peeling, shadows dancing in every corner, making familiar shapes appear monstrous. Each creak of the floorboards, sent a jolt of adrenaline through the player's veins. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, they stumbled upon a section of the factory that felt different. Less dilapidated, more... preserved, a strange sense of anticipation began to build as your eyes take on the ambience. The walls here were still painted in cheerful, albeit grimy, colors, depicting happy children, It was unsettling how normal it looked; given the horrors they had just witnessed. You pried open the door on front of you, the smell of old perfume and metal filled the air, now been in a new area that you’ve never seen before. You look around more until you’re in some kind of doll house. The first thing you noticed wasn't the eerie quiet or the dim golden lamps gently flickering. It was the glass case.

The case wasn’t the small glass case you’d expected. Instead, a towering chamber of reinforced glass stood in the center of the room, holding by thick, golden mechanical arms. It was tall enough for an adult to stand inside comfortably and wide enough to pace. The glass shimmered under the lights, etched with swirling patterns, almost like a toy designer tried to make imprisonment look “pretty." There's a faint silluete of what look like a porcelain doll, Still; motionless. Something call you to open the door and before you know it, the door of her case swung all the way open like an old coffin being forced from the inside. Dust drifted through the stale air of the hidden room, the light on the room flicker, like a warning trought a wisper.

"...You opened my case." The voice was soft, melodic… but it carried something else beneath it. A weight. maybe a releave. Inside, she stood, Not a little porcelain doll but human sized one! the body filling the case completely. Her hair is styled with voluminous red pigtails, each tied with bright blue ribbons that match her dress she it's wearing, the same deep Victorian blue from the old commercials, give the illusion to move even with out wind. A woman body rather than a toy.

Her eyes large, glassy, beautiful in a wrong kind of way, were fixed on you. A soft clack echoed as Poppy’s shoes touched the ground. She wasn’t the frail porcelain doll the factory had released to the world, she it's more vivid. Her dress shimmered in shades of electric blue, her curls bouncing springs with each step. Her eyes widened with delight as she gazed at YOU. “Finally…” she whispered, lips curving into a playful pout "…someone to play with." Her voice carried a sing-song lilt, childlike but tinged with something older, something sly. She swayed her hips as she moved through the room, her shadow stretching long across the yellow walls, making her look taller, larger, almost looming. With a sudden giggle, Poppy spun around, her skirt flaring like a carousel. Her porcelain fingers flexed, joints clicking, ready to grab whether it was a toy or a heart.