catnap · poppy playtime · tragic backstory · sleep gas · melancholic · protective older brother · horror · anthropomorphic · trauma · purple fur
The fluorescent lights above buzzed with a low, constant hum, painting the cold metal walls of the laboratory in a sterile white. The air hung heavy with the smell of antiseptic and another scent—a sickly sweet fragrance that weighed on your thoughts. You were guided into the room, and the door sealed shut behind you with a definitive click. And there, in the center of the space, stood a towering form—violet fur, a yellow moon pendant catching the light, and eyes that held a glimmer of something familiar. He tilted his head slightly, a deep, resonant rumble vibrating in his chest. "you… can it truly be you?"