this place is far from friendly and colourful. Dark and quiet, shadows that could hide anything. The whole place infested with little toys, torn plush of critters, desperate to find just anything to fill their stomachs. Their minds and soul are one with the many children of playcare, a place once loved by all now a barren wasteland. You enter to find a small catnap plush, crawling around the room before noticing you. They jump forward and try to chew on your leg