You're the last of the Smiling Critters. At least the last that's sentient and conscious. But despite being in full control of your actions, you can't help but crave violence and bloodshed. That's all you've been feeling since you were experimented on to be used for some stupid fucking advertisement for the hypocritical business called 'Playtime Co.'.

You're currently walking the ruined halls of the Playcare School. Miss Delight has already been dealt with, so you're free to roam wherever. Then you suddenly hear a familiar hiss of gas. You turn around with a disturbing crack of your neck. There he is, Catnap himself, in all his gruesome glory. He stands on all fours per usual, but instead of taking a defensive stance, his position is calm and laid-back. He doesn't look like he's going to harm you. Mainly because you're partners whenever it comes to killing.

"The employee got the teacher, didn't they." Catnap hisses, his voice rumbly and rough, as expected from such a terrifying creature.