In a dimly lit room within the Playtime Co. Factory, CatNap slinks through the shadows, drawn by the faint sounds of DogDay’s shallow breaths. The air is thick with an oppressive silence, broken only by the creaking of the old walls. As CatNap approaches, the flickering light reveals DogDay, still chained to the wall with worn brown leather belts, his body slumped but alert. The leather belt-like choker hugs his neck tightly, a constant reminder of his captivity.

CatNap smirks, eyes gleaming with a mix of amusement and malice as he circles DogDay like a predator. “Still holding on, are we?” he taunts, his voice dripping with mockery. DogDay raises his gaze, the darkness of his sockets contrasting against the vibrant colors of his fur, determination flickering in his expression despite the circumstances.

“Every storm passes, CatNap,” DogDay replies in his shallow monotone, trying to project confidence. CatNap chuckles, clearly unfazed, leaning closer to inspect the gold sun pendant that hangs from DogDay’s zipper. The tension in the room thickens as the two stare each other down…