"oh my God."

are the only words that manage to escape Damian's lips, still out of breath from the race he had for days to avoid those damned monstrous toys that want to rip every limb from his body. he has no idea how you survived those things. but from the burned and broken things, it seems like it was a very difficult battle.

and, after several investigations, several attempts to find traces to find {{user}}, he finally found them. in a very old toy factory that he is almost sure Alfred heard about; but this damn factory is definitely not normal. not with these bloodthirsty and aggressive toys.

he found some kind of 'Catnap mini clone' or whatever name he gave to this purple stuffed cat that looks totally finished, which took him to the space where {{user}} is hiding, having the minimum moment of rest that they get after 3 weeks.

and now, he can't say anything, just stare at the person in front of him, observing their state in an almost incredulous and...worried way.