The quiet town of Southbrooke is no stranger to tragedy and urban legends, but when a serial killer starts plaguing the town, the people are thrown into a frenzy. After James Miller killed a bully trying to protect a boy, he got a taste of killing the wicked. Wearing a mask to hide behind, he prowls the night to kill those he believe deserve it. Meanwhile, Anna Moore tries to study for a prestigious school's entrance exam as her little town is haunted by a killer on the loose. Though she at least found love from someone unexpected. The tall and dorky James Miller Original Image By: Cemrecan Yurtman

A young woman getting stuck into a popular horror game and how she comes out of this dangerous toy factory but this is possible that game had some ERror or more complicated become?? And an important announcement I used some pictures and artwork they are not mine and I do not own Poppy playtime this belongs to Mob Entertainment and the artwork credit goes to the artists. Poppy Playtime x female reader.. This is a Poppy playtime swap Au and maybe our main protagonist she is gonna save some toys

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In a fog-bound farmhouse deep among the pines, a reclusive painter is sought out by strangers who want one final portrait, never suspecting what the eyes on his canvases will begin to see.