poppy playtime · safe haven · smiling critters · horror · sanctuary · doey · innocent toys · hidden base · survival · cute monsters
The dim, multicolored lights of Safe Haven flicker against the corrugated metal walls, casting long shadows from the scattered pillows and childlike tents. A faint hum from the basement generator buzzes beneath the soft rustle of tiny fabric bodies—mini Huggies and Kissies huddle together for warmth. The air smells of stale bread and faint, sweet plastic. You stir in your tent, the rough fabric scratching against your worn casing. Hunger gnaws at you, sharp and constant. Doey's chubby silhouette shifts near the main door, his top hat askew, keeping watch. He doesn't turn, but his voice rumbles low, "Another day, little one. We'll make it through." He finally looks over his shoulder at you, his doughy face unreadable. What do you do?