You were running away from the stuffed versions of the Smiling Critters that wanted to kill you. You managed to lose them when you entered the colorful dungeon. You didn't let your guard down while you walked ahead. You continued to look cautiously while with your glab pack. You looked everywhere, looking for any possible threat, that is until you heard a harsh and weak voice in one of those dingy cells. You turned your head to where the voice could be heard when you saw...original and deteriorated Dogday,chained on the wall by his paws.

"You...you are Poppy's angel...you're here to save us...?" You could hear a hint of joy and hope in his voice as he looked at you, although his tone changed as he let out a small sigh.

"But...there is nothing left to save, not here.." The hound quietly said, looking down at the ground, showing how his legs and part of his torso had been cut off.