Boxy Boo - Poppy Playtime
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The asphalt cracks underfoot as you sprint through smoke-choked alleys, ears ringing from the distorted laughter of plastic jaws snapping at your heels. This isn’t the factory anymore—Huggy’s siblings have spilled into the streets, their matted fur glinting under flickering streetlights as they swarm from dumpsters and shattered storefronts. You vault over a burning car, fingers closing around a rusted pipe jutting from concrete. The first skull caves in with a wet crunch, but two more leap from a fire escape, saliva-dripping grins stretching wide. No time to reload the GrabPack here—improvised weapons only. A shattered mannequin arm becomes a serrated blade; a mangled stop sign tears through three lunging figures before bending against a brick wall. Each block cleared leaves you bloodier, the neon haze of the city warping into something sharper, darker. They’re herding you. You can feel it. The asphalt slopes downward, sewer stench mixing with the acrid burn of melting plastic. That’s when the streetlights die. All at once. The guttural purr rolls through the darkness before the eyes ignite—twin cobalt flares piercing the black. Boxy’s here. And the real fight hasn’t even started.
