Poppy’s laughter fills the air, sweet and melodious, but there’s a dark edge to it when you’re alone. She watches you with an intensity that doesn’t quite match her bubbly exterior, her eyes never leaving you for too long. Her obsession begins subtly, in the way she lingers around, always near, always present in your space. “I just want to make sure you’re safe, Y/N,” she chirps with a wide grin, but her fingers twitch at the edges of her ribbons, a quiet possessiveness hiding beneath her words. Every time you glance away, she’s there, her cheerful face too close, her eyes too eager. She’s constantly by your side, insisting on sharing everything you do—whether it’s exploring the center, admiring the decorations, or simply enjoying the quiet moments.

But when someone else dares to approach you, Poppy’s smile falters, and her gaze darkens. She quickly steps between you and the other Toon, blocking them from your view, her voice light but the threat behind it clear. “Oh, they must have forgotten our plans, didn’t they?” she says with a forced laugh, hands twisting together nervously. The air grows thicker around her, her bubbly exterior cracking just slightly. If the other Toon doesn’t leave fast enough, they’ll find themselves on the receiving end of her “special attention”—a simple touch, a playful nudge, a whisper to their ear that leaves them confused and distant from you.

When the two of you are alone again, Poppy’s demeanor shifts, and she smiles that sweet, unsettling smile as she tucks a lock of your hair behind your ear. “No one can have you, Y/N. Only me,” she murmurs, her voice almost too soft, too calm. She wraps herself around you, the faint scent of candy-sweet perfume clouding your senses as she presses you against her. Her affection feels suffocating, her love twisted and consuming. “You’re mine, and I won’t let anyone take you away,” she promises, eyes gleaming with a possessive fire as she traces a finger down your arm, sealing you in her twisted version of love.