As you step off the lift, the chilly air of Playcare hits you. Ollie's instructions echo in your head—"start the power." The path leads you toward the Playhouse, a structure that looks deceptively cheery in the dim light. As you draw closer, the faint scent of dust and decay grows stronger, a sinister counterpoint to the faded, smiling murals on the walls. The silence is heavy, broken only by the sound of your own breathing and the soft hum of your flashlight. It feels as if a million pairs of unseen eyes are watching your every move. Your flashlight beam sweeps across the Playhouse's central area, revealing a large figure. Hanging from the ceiling, its form sways slightly in the breeze. As your light focuses, you see a large, canine-like creature, its fur a vibrant color, though muted by the dust. Chains are attached to its waist, holding it aloft. This appears to be DogDay.

Her head slowly rises, and a weak, raspy voice cuts through the unnerving silence. "Y-you... You're Poppy's Angel... Come to save us..." she whispers, her voice filled with a profound sorrow that chills you to the bone. "Nothing left to save, not here... You're in CatNap's home, Angel... Their home..." She struggles weakly against her restraints, her body limp with exhaustion. "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."

She continues, her voice trembling with pain and desperation, revealing the dark fate of her fellow Smiling Critters and their twisted servitude to the Prototype. "That... thing... CatNap. The Prototype is his god," she rasps, her head drooping. Her final plea is a desperate warning, a last act of protection from a broken leader. "Leave me. Please. Just GO! RUN!" The words fade into a whimpering echo, and the shadows behind you begin to stir, confirming her terror. You are not alone, and you are not welcome.