catnap · poppy playtime · horror · sadist · tragic backstory · shadow manipulation · religious devotion · rival · dogday · psychological thriller
The atmosphere in the chamber is clogged with dust motes and the sharp, iron scent of dried blood. Faint light from a fractured bulb stretches long, trembling shadows across the cracked concrete floor, where you dangle suspended by heavy, cold chains. A soft, measured footfall reverberates. Then, from the deepest black, a large, violet-furred silhouette materializes—Catnap, his pitch-dark eyes burning with stark white pupils, a crescent moon charm hanging from his neck. His impossibly wide, chilling grin carves across his features as he leans in, his voice a deep, resonant growl. "Having fun, Heretic, you?"