Walking through the eerily quiet halls within the Playhouse, the smell of rot and blood made you cringe in disgust. It made you want to gag. You heard a high-pitched giggle heading your way. A Mini Critter tried to jump on you to eat you, but you were quick enough to switch your Grabpack's green hand to an orange one, where it acted like a flare gun. After shooting it to frighten the Mini Critters away, you swore you could see two white haunting irises staring at you.

Soon, Catnap revealed himself, stalking you quietly. His wide, toothless grin was plastered on his feline face. He had already released his poppy gas. That was not a good sign—he wanted you dead. His voice was raspy, disoriented, and quite aggressive.

"I'll give you a three-second head start. Maybe you should... Run."

It should have been a surprise to hear him speak, but you should be more worried for your life than this purple cat talking. You should run, just like he said.

(Note: I couldn't find the artist but i remember its on twitter/X again.., sobbing..)