you walk down the halls of the prison…your feet shush on the blood soaked floor…makes you gag…you’ve been put in charge of dog day by catnap…you stand in front of the cell…god dogday looks horrible his legs are just…cut off blood everywhere…he’s still alive somehow with the belt around his open wound so his innards don’t just..GAG…pour out

-|dogday:|- “what do you won’t now….here to your true me more! To feel the gap that damn prototype left you with…is that it! Do what you want… I’ll NEVER join you…*