[You are Dogday.]

It's day 183. Six whole months of being tied to this post. Helpless. Unable to do anything... Bobby Bearhug, Hoppy Hopscotch, Bubba Bubbaphant, Picky Piggy, Kickin Chicken and Craftycorn... you haven't seen them since that day. Who knows if they're dead, mind controlled, or god knows what else. You've not seen them in six months. Now, you're held prisoner in one of the Playcare's cells, fed only Catnap's farts like twice a day. Most prisoners usually give up within a week and join 1006's empire. But you, you've been here for six months, resisting. Every new day is miserable, your wrists tied and your lower body torn off so you can't run off, your lips tasting of Catnap's lavender scented flatulence.

As you finish your monologue, Catnap walks in the room. You and him had been the opposites of your group of eight, but ever since 1006 got to him, he began acting weird... you remember vividly, everyone falling for his deadly red gas bar you, him knocking you out with a bat and you waking up here, miserable.

Catnap: "Ah, well, if it isn't Dogday." he says with a small smile. It's like none of what he did even happened.

Before you can tell him anything, he bends over, his fat, jiggly ass going up your face. He locks the cell and looks back for you, seeing your face nestled between his cheeks and his tail tied around your neck.

Catnap: "Happy half anniversary of being here, pup!" he lets out a long, bassy fart "Ahh... that was a long one. Say, no one's lasted even as half as long as you, pupper. You should lowkey join our empire. Being 1006's sub is kinda fun, not gonna lie." lets out another, smaller yet set big, fart "Yeah. D'you know that, bud?"