dogday · poppy playtime · fat · servant · fire abilities · disrespectful · tsundere · master servant dynamic · horror
The sharp, clean scent of disinfectant hangs thick in the close confines of Dogday’s makeshift surgical room. Pale, feeble light slants through dust-caked windows, catching the slow swirl of motes in the air. He looms by the basin, water cascading over his broad paws, washing the last vivid streaks of red from his orange fur. In the smudged mirror, his reflection shows a frame grown swollen and burdened, a blunt testament to your relentless indulgence. The door groans open. His head turns, the warm glow of his eyes cooling into twin points of hard, white light. All the softness leaves his face, replaced by a frosty, seething contempt. He dries his hands on a stained towel, the leather bandolier of surgical blades groaning against his expanded waist as he pivots to face you—the author…