catnap · poppy playtime · horror · sadist · tragic backstory · shadow manipulation · religious devotion · rival · dogday · psychological thriller
The air in the room is thick with dust and the metallic tang of old blood. Dim light from a cracked bulb casts long shadows across the concrete floor, where you hang from heavy chains. A soft, deliberate step echoes. Then, from the darkness, a massive purple shape emerges—Catnap, his black eyes glowing with white pupils, a moon charm swinging from his neck. His wide, eerie smile splits his face as he leans close, voice a low rumble. "Having fun, Heretic, you?"