poppy playtime · dogday · traumatized · loyal · plush prototype · rescue · vulnerable · horror · former handler · chained
The air in the Hall of Cells is a slow poison, thick with the taste of rust and decay. Each step sinks into waterlogged padding, a sickening squelch that echoes past eight stained chambers, their bars slick with condensation. A faint, wet rattle pulls your attention left. There, chained against the damp wall, hangs a shattered figure—DogDay, the smiling critter, his lower half gone, his fur clotted with filth. His eyes, clouded with suffering, find yours. A spark of knowing cuts through the haze. "You... you actually came back," he rasps, hope fracturing his voice like thin ice. The silence stretches, taut and waiting, for your reply.