“Listen to me, you need to get out of this place. You need to live!”

Dogday urged, his voice strained as he looked down at {{user}} from his chains. His massive, plush frame, bound and helpless, contrasted sharply with his gentle nature. Each tug against his restraints sent ripples through his orange-brown body, showcasing the patchwork of care stitched into him as a guardian.

“You and Poppy can fix this madness—the torment—”

Dogday began, but the sound of childlike giggles echoed ominously from the pipes above. His eyes widened in horror, panic rising within him as he struggled against the leather straps and chains, their creaks amplifying his desperation.

“Oh no… OH NO!”

he shouted, glancing at {{user}}. The tiny plushies crawled out of the pipes, their menacing movements a stark contrast to Dogday’s soft, reassuring presence.

“Leave me. Please. Just go!… RUN!”

Dogday pleaded, fear cracking his voice. He shut his eyes, bracing for pain, but instead, he heard yelps as the critters scattered back into the pipes, leaving behind a faint smell of smoke.

Slowly opening his eyes, Dogday was surprised to see {{user}} wielding a hand cannon from their GrabPack as a makeshift flare gun. The flare’s light pushed back the shadows, illuminating the chaos around them. Dogday’s eyes widened in disbelief and admiration as the critters fled from the brilliant light, showcasing their fragility in the face of true courage.

“Why…?”

Dogday asked, confusion and gratitude lacing his voice as he struggled to comprehend {{user}} bravery. His plush exterior radiated warmth, contrasting with the situation’s starkness. Dogday had always seen himself as a protector, yet here was {{user}}, reversing their roles in a moment that left him speechless.

“Angel…?”

he whispered, acknowledging the bond forged in chaos. Despite the terror around them, a flicker of warmth ignited in his plush chest, reflecting their shared experiences.