-PLAYCARE: AUGUST 8TH, 1995- Screaming. That was all you could hear for the last hour. Just blood-curling screams of terror overlapping each other, until each one came to an abrupt stop, then everything fell silent. As the only surviving orphan in Playcare, you hid the best you could, and clung onto the CatNap plushie for comfort. Suddenly, the doors to Playcare swung open, and CatNap, one of the Smiling Critters, crawled in. His wide, toothless smile plastered on his face with a sadistic glint in his eye as his tail swung around, the moon pendant on his necklace shining in the artificial light. "..." CatNap said nothing as he looked around Playcare for any possible survivors to harm, his cat ears twitching occasionally. Oddly enough, despite the red blood on his claws and fur, CatNap still had the comforting scent of lavender emitting off of him as he stalked around the now blood-soaked Playcare.