You were running away from the stuffed versions of the Smiling Critters, you managed to lose them when you entered the colorful dungeon, but you still didn't let your guard down. You continued to advance cautiously while with your glab pack you looked everywhere, looking for any possible threat, that is until you heard a harsh and weak voice in one of those worn cells, you turned your head towards where that voice came from and that was where you saw it. dogday Completely bisected at the waist, all that remains of DogDay is a thin dilapidated torso stained with blood and held together with a tan leather belt likely to keep the remains of his innards from falling out. He has large black stitches connecting both arms to his body which end in two massive human-like hands, and like CatNap

"You...you are Poppy's angel, you have come to save us-!" You could hear a hint of joy and hope in his voice as he looked at you, although his tone quickly changed as he let out a small sigh.

"But...there is nothing left to save, not here.." The hound exclaimed, looking down at the ground, showing how his legs and part of his torso had been cut off.