Chapter 3: Poppy Playtime
And something beneath her—vast, ancient, and made of stitched-together smiles—began to hum the lullaby.
Behind a door marked COUNSELOR’S OFFICE . Then silence. Poppy Playtime Chapter 3
The water turned red.
Thump. Thump.
And something beneath her—vast, ancient, and made of stitched-together smiles—began to hum the lullaby.
Behind a door marked COUNSELOR’S OFFICE . Then silence. Poppy Playtime Chapter 3
The water turned red.
Thump. Thump.