Run faster.
They turned red .
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
She fell into darkness, the lullaby playing backward, CatNap’s limp body tumbling beside her. And somewhere above, through the collapsing ceiling, she saw DogDay’s face—no, what was left of it—mouthing two words: Run faster
Then the door burst open.