u/Nitzuxd

Hide and Seek with Poppy is a small arcade-style game made in RPG Maker. Play with Poppy, a beagle puppy, in several rounds of hide and seek! She loves to play... and sometimes she feels lonely....

Thoughts about the art and all?

I remember that place very clearly.

Better than I wish I did...

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My childhood was, in many ways, boring.

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My mother was so strict that simply going out to the backyard felt like an adventure. She was overprotective to an almost ridiculous degree. Wherever I went, she was right behind me, whether I liked it or not.

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I never went to sleepovers, parties, or school trips. Nothing.

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Except once.

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It was the summer of 1987.

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My best friend Jake was celebrating his birthday at a very special place: Freddy Fazbear’s Pizza, a family restaurant known for its children’s parties and its famous animatronics.

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I nervously asked my mother if I could go, already expecting the usual answer...

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But surprisingly, she said yes.

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I had behaved well. My grades were good. It was her way of rewarding me.

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That entire week, I couldn’t stop thinking about it. I imagined what the place would be like.

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And before I knew it, I was standing right in front of the entrance.

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The neon lights, the sound of arcade machines, the music echoing through the halls...

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Everything hit me the moment I stepped inside.

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Children were running around, laughing and screaming.

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And on the main stage stood Freddy, Bonnie, and Chica.

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And in a dark corner...

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Foxy.

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Everyone seemed excited to see them.

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But personally...

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They made me uncomfortable.

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Their movements were too sudden. Too mechanical.

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Almost like they were pretending to be friendly.

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We met up with Jake and the other kids. We ate pizza, laughed, and had fun.

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But as usual, my mother wouldn’t let me leave her side.

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While she finished eating, I watched the other children running around, wishing I could join them.

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Then I saw him.

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Across the restaurant, Jake and the others were talking to...

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Someone.

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A tall figure wearing what looked like a rabbit costume.

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But it wasn’t like the animatronics.

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The suit looked strange.

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Old.

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Damaged.

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Dirty.

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It didn’t belong there.

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Jake came running over to me, excited.

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“Hey! That guy has a surprise for us for my birthday. Are you coming?”

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I looked at my mother.

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She immediately shook her head.

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Jake tried to convince me, but when he realized it wasn’t going to happen, he smiled and walked away with the others.

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Following the rabbit man toward a door at the back of the restaurant.

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I stayed there.

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Frozen.

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I felt angry...

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And there was this strange feeling in my stomach that I couldn’t explain.

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Minutes passed.

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Then hours.

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Night came.

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And then...

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The screams started.

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Parents began arriving one by one.

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But the children never came back.

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Jake’s mother wouldn’t stop crying.

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The employees searched everywhere. The building was evacuated.

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Not long after, the police arrived.

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My mother grabbed my arm tightly and pulled me outside without saying a word.

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She started the car with a pale face, sweat covering her forehead.

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She left me at home...

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And went back to the restaurant.

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She said she wanted to help with the search.

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On Monday, a police officer came to my school.

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He asked me what I had seen.

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I told him about the rabbit man.

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He didn’t answer.

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He just thanked me and left.

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My mother protected me so much...

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That she never told me the truth.

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I didn’t find out until years later, when I watched a documentary about it.

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That night, after the disappearance, they found the rabbit suit behind the restaurant.

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It was covered in dirt and dried blood.

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There were small handprints all over it...

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And next to it...

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A professional kitchen knife.

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The restaurant didn’t close immediately.

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It stayed open for another week.

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But then, during one of the shows...

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Something happened.

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Freddy started bleeding.

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Literally.

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An employee turned off the lights and ran to the stage.

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The restaurant closed that same day.

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No explanation was ever given.

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Twenty years have passed.

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The building is still there.

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Abandoned.

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Overgrown.

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Slowly being eaten away by time.

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Some neighbors claim that at night, if you listen carefully...

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You can still hear the songs from that old show.

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Whispers...

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And laughter.

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My mother protected me.

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I hated it.

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But sometimes...

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I’m grateful she did.

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