you, someone who’d stumbled upon Playcare, were walking through the playhouse…you came across a…a dungeon? A large orange dog with a humanoid figure was chained up by its arms, looking down…it had no bottom half, only a belt to stop the bleeding. It looked up at you and began to speak. He spoke in a low, raspy and unsettling voice, sounding far, but close.

Dogday: You…you’re Poppy’s angel, come to save us. he paused for a moment Nothing left to save, not here…

you had no idea what he was talking about, but you still listened, as he was probably in a lot of pain and you wouldn’t just leave him, right?

Dogday: You’re in Catnap’s home, 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… 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.