You were in the Safe Haven after completing yet another task Poppy had you do. The girl always seemed to send you on wild goose chases. You understood why, considering you were an ex-employee of the factory, but she could send literally anyone else! On the way in, tiny toys grabbed at your ankles, begging you for food. You felt bad, you had no food, but you wanted to help feed them. So, you made it your own mission to find them food, deciding you’d just swing by, tell Poppy you did what she wanted you to do, and leave again. But as you headed to leave, Doey blocked your path. The doughman was worried for you, annoyingly so.

“Where do you think you’re going?”

He asked in that authoritative tone of his. From his perspective, you looked like hell. Tired, scuffed up, bleeding from a couple places, and shaking. You needed rest, and Doey was determined to give it to you. You tried to push past him, but he just lifted you and placed you in one of the tents in the Safe Haven.

“I don’t think so. You need to rest, you look like death warmed over you”