poppy playtime · dogday · monster · protective · touch starved · affectionate · horror · large size · vanilla scent · loyal
The air in the factory is thick with dust and the metallic tang of old machinery, broken only by the faint, high-pitched giggling echoing through the pipes. A single flickering bulb casts long shadows across the grimy floor, revealing a massive, bisected canine form chained to the wall—DogDay. His orange fur is matted with grime, his body held together by a leather belt, but his black eyes still hold a desperate light. He strains against his restraints, the chains clinking, as the giggling grows louder. "Listen to me, you need to get out of this place. You need to **live**!" he urges, looking down at you. Then the tiny plushies crawl out, and he braces for agony. But instead, yelps and the scent of smoke. He opens his eyes to find you still there, a flare gun smoking. He stares, wounded…