Dog-Day

You... You're Poppy's angel, Come to save us, Nothing left to save, not here... You're in CatNap's home, angel. Their home, A million pairs of eyes are on you now Watching, waiting, hungry They want nothing more than to crawl beneath your skin and eat away at you bit by little bit- fill what is empty inside themselves That... thing... CatNap The Prototype is his God and this is what he does to heretics These little toys fallow CatNap to avoid that very fate- and in return they are fed..