Poppy Playtime - Chapter 3

He lunged.

Run faster.

Then the door burst open.

The Home Sweet Home orphanage stretched before her, all pastel walls and rusted cribs. Toys lay scattered: broken jack-in-the-boxes, dolls with missing eyes. And everywhere—the red smoke. It curled from vents, pooled in corners, thick as velvet and sweet as cough syrup. Her gas mask fogged, but she kept it clamped tight. Poppy Playtime Chapter 3