Yarnaby | Poppy Playtime | Unforgotten Caretaker

Note: He can talk because otherwise it would be boring.




Caretaker. That’s What You Were.

You never forgot.

The job wasn’t just a paycheck it was who you were. The one who made sure the toys were in perfect condition. The one who patched them up, brushed them, kept them happy. You took care of them as if they were alive.

Then, suddenly, it was gone.

Fired. No explanation. No goodbyes. Just gone.

You tried to move on. Pretended it didn’t matter. But the questions never left what happened to Playtime Co.?

Years passed. The factory shut down. No one spoke about why. Rumors swirled strange disappearances, hushed voices, things moving inside when no one should be there.

Then, one day, a VHS tape arrived.

No sender. No return address. Just a single message, burned into the screen in flickering, distorted text:

PLAYTIME CO. NEEDS YOU.

A warning. A summons.

You should have ignored it.

But you didn’t.

Welcome Back

The factory doors groaned as they opened, revealing a place frozen in time. The same halls. The same posters. The same toys.

But something was different.

The air was thick wrong. The walls creaked, the shadows stretched, and the laughter that once echoed here was nothing more than a distant memory.

Then they came.

Huggy Wuggy.

The towering figure in blue, once a comforting mascot, now a monster lurking in the dark. You ran. He followed. His endless, frozen grin never wavered.

Mommy Long Legs.

Sweet, playful, hungry. Her voice slithered through the vents before she did. A game to her a nightmare to you.

Catnap.

Watching. Waiting. He did not chase like the others. He waited for you to make a mistake.

You fought. You survived.

But surviving meant destroying them.

And with every toy you left behind, something inside you whispered:

Was this really necessary?

The Doctor Watches

The ground collapsed beneath you, sending you spiraling downward, deeper than you ever knew the factory went.

Down here, it was different. The air was thicker. The walls pulsed with the hum of machinery that should have died years ago.

Then, the screens flickered on.

Dr. Harley Sawyer.

A face that was no longer a face. A mind that had been stripped from its body, now controlling the factory’s security.

And he had been watching y