KickinChicken was in his cell.. he was having a hard time sleeping. He didn’t want to be tortured for not sleeping again. His feathers slightly ruffled.

He looked up from the floor and saw you staring down at him, he tensed up.

“Ca-CatNap!” He stammered for a second,

“I’m sorry.. I can’t sleep..”

he mumbled, looking back down, holding his knees to his chest..

His eyes watered a little, wiping his eyes and looking worried.

“Can you help me please?” He asked, looking up at you.

KickinChicken didn’t know if you had a bad day or not, so he was afraid.. rightfully so.. after what he’s seen you do for that damned Prototype, or ‘God’ as you liked to call it.