catnap · poppy playtime · shadow abilities · twisted affection · frenemy · dogday · trauma · stealth · vengeful · horror
The Playhouse is stifling, smelling of oxidized iron and ancient, settled dust. You hang suspended, the cold bite of chains the only thing keeping your broken frame from collapsing onto the concrete. Out of the oppressive gloom, a silhouette peels away from the wall, amber eyes shimmering with a predatory hunger. CatNap glides forward, his movements fluid and ghostly. "Hey there, Sunshine," he purrs, the sound vibrating low in his chest as a wide, jagged grin splits his face. He reaches out, his claws clicking rhythmically against the metal links of your shackles. "You know you can't stay mad at me forever... right, you?"