Poppy Playtime Chapter - 3

Run faster.

She dodged, grabbing a discarded GrabPack hand—the orange one, the one with the shock charge. She jammed it into his chest as he pinned her down, his face inches from hers. The third eye wept red smoke directly into her mask. Poppy Playtime Chapter 3

The prototype. Not a toy. Not a monster. A thing of wires and melted dolls, sewn into the foundation of the factory itself. And at its core—a heart that beat with the rhythm of a lullaby. Run faster