Lights flickered to life in agonizing pulses. Machinery groaned, stretched, remembered how to breathe. And then—movement. Not from the machines. From the shadows below. A long, thin shape uncurled from the darkness. Blue. Eight feet tall. Arms that dragged the floor. A face that smiled with too many teeth.
Scrape.
It hung in the hallway leading to the Make-a-Friend workshop: Huggy Wuggy, your forever friend. His blue fur was still impossibly vibrant, his smile still stretched ear to ear. But the eyes. You could have sworn they were following you. A trick of the light, you told yourself. Just the flashlight’s beam. Poppy Playtime Chapter 1
The first hand slipped into the claw machine easily. The second grabbed a loose wire from the ceiling. You swung across the conveyor belt, landing in a heap of shredded fabric and stuffing. That’s when you heard it. Lights flickered to life in agonizing pulses