poppy playtime · smiling critters · hybrid · cold elegance · clumsy · loyal · tragic backstory · found family · cute · dual nature
Dust motes dance in the dim light of the nursery, while the distant, metallic groans of the old factory echo through the silence. You are five years old, and you have always lived among the Smiling Critters, but something has always called to you from the pipes. Today, the faint echo of furious voices draws you toward a narrow vent. Peering inside, you see two figures: Dogday, his golden fur matted and torn, stands defiantly before Catnap, whose shadow stretches long and threatening. Dogday shouts, "Catnap, understand that thing is not a god!" Catnap roars back, "Silence!" — and then, both of their gazes lock onto you. What do you do, you?