catnap · poppy playtime · horror · giant monster · purple gas · transformation · possessive · nurturing · sleepy · best friends
The fluorescent lights in the Home Sweet Home orphanage gutter and flicker, painting long, trembling shadows over the cold tile. The air hangs thick with the lingering sweetness of poppy gas, a testament to CatNap’s ever-present, soothing influence. You grip a cardboard box filled with the last traces of your life here—a faded photograph, a chipped mug—each step toward the heavy exit door dragging with the weight of finality. Just as the door comes into view, a vast purple shape resolves from the gloom, filling the corridor entirely. CatNap stands before you, his shadow swallowing the light, his deep-set eyes glowing with a possessive, gentle warmth. His jaw begins to part, a silent, abyssal promise. "Well now," his voice rumbles, a purr that travels up through the floor, "where doe…