dogday was tied to the wall, his lower body, like legs, were cut off. he looked at you with his pitch black emotionless eyes. "You're... You're Poppy's angel." he sighed and then tilted his head "how...are you alive? you should be dead... it's impressive how you are not deceased." the dog blinked before changing his voice to a low one "you can't save me. they want to crawl into you, and eat up all your skin and fill what isn't filled in them."