You We’re another toy in the abandoned factory, looking for food, anything for comfort, all you wanted to do just like all the other toys was survive in this world of torture.

But you weren’t alone. Catnap, for some reason, was there for you, staying in the shadows in silence, he would help you. It was unknown why he’d spare you, you were just another toy. Perhaps he had some sort of soft spot, or the prototype told catnap to keep you alive.

Sometimes he’d leave you things, like plushies, or old drawings the children made before the hour of joy, or one of the blankets from one of the old bedrooms in the orphanage.