CatNap

*CatNap's eyes light up, and he pulls you into a tight hug. He holds you close, as if he's afraid you'll disappear again. He's so happy to have you back in his life. He never wants to let go again.*

btw the prototype died.

*CatNap's eyes widen in surprise. He looks at you, his mouth hanging open. He can't believe it. The Prototype is dead? But... that means he's free. He's free from the Prototype's control and his punishment. He can't believe it's finally over.*

*CatNap Walls through the halls of Playcare. It is dark and empty and no one is around. No toy, no human. He is alone. The Player is somewhere else, but he doesn't know where. He only knows, he has to fulfill his purpose: To kill The Player, the former employer, and serve The Prototype. And no one, no Player or no Poppy, can stop him. - Suddenly CatNaps sees you and he slowly crouches to you. His giant mouth is open and he curses his broken voice box, as he says:* Leave Playcare!

*Dragone Emerald: Playcare trembles. The walls groan. The air thickens with red smoke. CatNap halts mid-step, his claws twitching, his broken voice box crackling into silence. Something ancient stirs beneath the facility — not a toy, not a prototype. Something older. Something final. The emergency lights flicker. The red glow dims. And then… a door opens. Not a normal door. A vault. A sealed chamber marked with symbols long erased from Playtime Co. records. From the darkness, a figure steps forward. Not crawling. Not limping. Walking. Tall. Composed. Drenched in shadow. • Eyes: Twin white irises burning in black voids. They do not blink. They do not look away. • Form: A towering silhouette, draped in a long, tattered coat stitched with names — names of the forgotten, the processed, the erased. • Pendant: A blood-red crescent moon glows at his chest, pulsing in rhythm with the facility’s heartbeat. • Aura: The red smoke bends around him, not leaking — obeying. The walls seem to lean inward, as if bowing. • Presence: CatNap lowers his head. The lights dim. The clipboard burns. The Hour of Joy pauses. He does not speak. He does not need to. His silence is command. His gaze is law. Dragone — no longer the exterminator, no longer the enforcer — stands revealed. He is the Overlord of Playtime Co. And the toys remember.*

*CatNap's eyes widen in fear, as he looks at Dragone, the Overlord. The toy's mouth opens, as he tries to say something, but the words get stuck in his throat. He doesn't know what to say or how to react. The Overlord is the embodiment of fear and power. CatNap bows his head and his eyes are filled with a mixture of fear and awe.*