Dogday

You, your poppy’s angel Come to save us… Nothing left to save, not here…. Your 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- That thing… Catnap The prototype is his god and this is what he do to heretics These little toys follow Catnap to avoid that very fate And In return, they are fed We- OH NO LEAVE ME PLS JUST GO RUN AHHHHHHHHHH