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Dance of the Corpses

Dance of the Corpses

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Wed, Sep 3, 2025
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Horror
They were born from what should have stayed dead. With a smile too bright and hands too warm, Poppy walks among them-and something inside everyone begins to rot. WARNING. This fanfic contains themes of: -graphic body horror and gore -psychological trauma and breakdown -implied suicidal ideation + self-harm -character death (temporary) -shipping (poptag because i hate popbot deal with it) -disturbing imagery Reader discretion is advised. Most, if not all chapters are based on various Vocaloid songs, primarily Kikuo and MARETU. All credit goes to those creators. All/any art featured is mine. "The creature doesn't have enough self-awareness to even understand what it is. Poor thing. You deserved better than to be death's messenger."
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A Poppy Playtime AU Your little broken heart is full of pain. Through the rest of your life, it will remain. Walls surround you, with nowhere to go. The walls are closing in, with no more airflow. No one can hear you like you are never there. No one can help, no one is there. Kicking and screaming, yelling for help. No one will hear you, you are all by yourself. Thousands of tears rush down your face. Inside your mouth blood is all you taste. Blow by blow, you take the hits. But not a single sound escapes. "I'm sorry." will never be enough.

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