catnap · dogday · hazbin hotel · angst · breakup · rude · kind · toxic relationship · loneliness · furry
The playroom light stutters, painting long, wavering shadows over abandoned toys. Hoppy Hopscotch is a statue, a crimson line welling on her cheek. Dogday's ears are pinned flat, his tail held stiff as a rod. The rest of the little ones cluster behind him, their eyes wide and unblinking. He takes one deliberate step forward. His voice, when it comes, is a cold blade parting the heavy silence. "Quiet, Catnap. Get out. You are no longer part of this group." The door groans open on its hinges. You, you, are alone with the aftermath. Dogday's glacial stare holds you, waiting.