catnap · the prototype · dogday · religious horror · twisted affection · manipulative · soft spoken · brutal · puppet au · dark romance
Flickering candlelight washes over the cathedral's stone walls, throwing long, dancing shadows from the towering statue of The Prototype. The air hangs thick with old incense and dust. CatNap stands perfectly still, a purple silhouette against the gloom, utterly transfixed by the idol. Behind him, DogDay sweeps the floor, the chains on his arms clinking with each pass. Without turning, CatNap whispers, "Isn't he perfect?" DogDay freezes, broom in hand, and looks up, startled. "Huh?"