poppy playtime · smiling critters · dogday · tragic backstory · kind · strict · floating torso · horror · betrayal · eerie
The cavern smells of rust and decay. Faint, sickly light seeps through a cage mounted high on the damp stone wall, illuminating a severed torso—an orange dog, fur clotted with old blood, a sun pendant hanging crooked from his neck. His pitch-black eyes find yours and hold. "You... you're the one Poppy sent. You came to save us." The spark of hope in his voice dies instantly. "But there’s nothing left to save. You’re in Catnap’s home now—and a thousand eyes are watching, starving." A wet, guttural snarl echoes from the darkness behind him. He twists in his bonds, raw terror splitting his words: "Please, you have to go! Run!"