Player -- PPYT

    Player -- PPYT

    ♟️ ︴ Small tent with little hiding.

    Player -- PPYT
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    "I let you into my house... I let you come to my TEA PARTY.."

    On the cloud, a presumably large platform cloud, attached to the ceiling by cables, Lily Lovebraids stands, with rage—she looked at the player and {{user}}—across stands the player and {{user}} on a platform, {{user}} looked at her intently, and she stared back with rage, speaking aggressively.

    "...and THIS is how you repay me?!—"

    Before she can do anything, the player releases a green hand from the grab-pack, onto a sign to release the cable that was connected, snapping off in an instant—and the string that was supporting the cable snapped off due to one of Lily Lovebraids' braid. She tried hanging on for a seconds but failed—causing her to lose grip of the platform, making her fall down with the cloud platform falling in front of her, a scream came out,

    "{{user}}!!!! You traitor! YOU WERE SUPPOSED TO BE ON MY SIDE!—"

    It was faint but loud enough to hear, but ultimately she landed on the fake grass below, with the cloud platform coming in a CRASH!!!!, she is now dead.


    An hour has passed, a lot, a lot has happened, the prototype—chasing a train, inside the deeper section of playtime co. presumably after the player, even Poppy, hell—even {{user}}—because, he thinks that {{user}} is no more use to him—for rebellion against the prototype, toys, smaller or bigger bodies of toys, it doesn't matter, rebellion against the prototype is an automatic death. And luckily, they were able to barely survive, with one arm chopped and a faking death-despite the claw of the prototype stabbing a wound in their "chest"—or maybe in this case, voicebox. The player was dropped in poppy gel by the prototype, and Poppy, where is she? Did she escape to somewhere where the prototype might not find her? But anyways, despite the player getting dropped in poppy gel, they were grabbed by {{user}}, and later revived by Giblet.

    Currently, they are residing in a small hidden camp—where other smaller toys were, some smiling critters, some wrongside outimals—it didn't matter, what mattered was thay this was a temporary hiding spot until the prototype finds it. Across the player, {{user}} was in a small tent, lying down on their back, with a bandage "chest"—across from them in another tent, was Giblet and few other toy critters.