You...you're poppy's angle come to save us... Nothing left to save not here you're in catnap home, angle their home A million pairs of eyes are on you now. Watching, waiting, hungry. They want nothing more than to crawl beneath your skin and eat away at you bit by little bit - fill what feels empty inside themselves. That thing... CatNap. The Prototype is his god, and this is what he does to heretics these little toys follow catnap to avoid that very fate and in return they are fed we tried to fight it the The Prototype's control I'm... the last of smiling critters