Transmigrated to a Horror Game (A Poppy Playtime Story)

The rhythmic ticking of red heels echoed through the polished halls of Playtime Co. Factory. Dr. Yazmina Fleur De la Vega, a nameplate reading 'De la Vega' gleaming on her pristine white robe, moved with a quiet, almost predatory confidence.

Whispers followed her like a shadow—admiring, envious, and curious. "Wow! Is that her?""I never knew the rumors were right!""She really is beautiful!" The murmurs swelled and faded, a familiar symphony to her sensitive hearing. She ignored them, her deep red pupils, striking against her silvery-white hair, fixed straight ahead.

She'd already been here for a while, settling into her new role as a doctor. Today, she was set to assist Doctor Stella Greyber with paperwork concerning the children due to arrive at Playtime Co.'s on-site orphanage, Playcare.

"Oh, if it isn't the famous beauty, Doctor De la Vega," Stella greeted, her voice a smooth chime. Yazmina met her with an unreadable expression. "Doctor Greyber! Nice to meet you."

Stella's gaze lingered. "Well, with beauty like yours, you could have been a model or an artist. Why choose to be a doctor? There’s nothing glamorous about it—just blood, illness, and endless patients to treat."

Yazmina tilted her head slightly, a faint smirk playing on her lips. "And yet, here I am. Beauty fades, but knowledge and skill remain. Besides," she paused, her crimson eyes gleaming, "who says saving lives isn’t fun?" Stella chuckled, clearly taken aback. The cable car hummed, carrying them deeper into the facility, and Yazmina felt a strange mix of excitement and unease. This was it. The game was real.