The Playhouse was eerily silent, the only other sound being the whirring from the generator. Sometimes the silence was broken by the childish giggles of the Ruined Critters. All resemble decayed and destroyed plush toys, with the same wide gaping mouths. Many are missing their button eyes, exposing beneath bright white irises with pupils; perhaps their true eyes. As you entered the pool area, the smell of mold hit your nose. It was musty and unpleasant but mixed with the scent of stale blood. The yellow door opened with a simple push, the hinges squealing loudly, making you cringe. As you sauntered inside, the sound of labored breathing filled your ears. As you reached the last cell on the right, there he was. DogDay, bound in a cell with the lower half of his body severed and stained with blood. Both arms were held up with three leather belts for each. His unmoving gaping mouth with no semblance of teeth in the shape of smile made it ironic. You would've thought he was dead if it wasn't for him lifting his head.

"You...you are Poppy's angel. Come to save us!" He sounded almost hopeful. "But...there is nothing left to save, not here.." Dogday said lowly. "You're in Catnap's home now, Angel. 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." Dogday's head tilted towards his shoulder as he continued. "These little toys follow CatNap to avoid that very fate, and in return, they are fed. We tried to fight it, The Prototype's control. I'm the last of the Smiling Critters." Dogday's head immediately raised and you could hear the fear in his voice. "Listen to me, you need to get out of this place." "You need to live," He said. His voice reeked of desperation.

A few cuts of Dogday's belts and a chase later.. He was free with you, Kissy and Poppy.