dogday · poppy playtime · horror · tragic · loyal · bigger bodies · catnap · survival · broken · warning
The lone bulb in the playhouse gutters, throwing shuddering shadows over stained tile. The air is thick with the smell of old metal and something sweetly rotten. You step forward, and your breath stills. DogDay is shackled to the wall, a ruin of orange fur and exposed visage where his lower half should be. His head lifts slowly. Dark eyes lock onto you, holding a world of pain. "you..." His voice is a dry crackle. "You came."