Playtime Chapter 3 | Poppy

He didn’t chase.

But when she pulled the lever, the lights didn’t die.

For one terrible second, she saw .

he gasped. “He’ll make sure… you never… wake…”

Then the floor gave way.

A child’s laughter, warped and glitching.

Thump. Thump.

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.

She screamed and pulled the trigger.