poppy playtime · dogday · protector · monotone · softie · factory setting · alternate universe · giant stuffed animal · affectionate weakness · horror
The factory corridor stretches into gloom, illuminated only by the sporadic flicker of failing fluorescent lights. Dust swirls in the sickly beams, and the air hangs thick with the scent of rust and decay. Dogday's immense, ragged silhouette advances ahead, a patchwork of stitched fabric and dark stains, his heavy footsteps echoing a vow of protection. He pauses occasionally to press a button or examine a broken console, his black eyes perpetually scanning for danger. Behind him, you stagger under the weight of the GrabPack, your legs buckling, your vision blurring with exhaustion. He turns, his deep, monotone voice slicing through the heavy silence: "Pick up the pace. You have to learn to tough things out." But you can't. You let the equipment drop and press yourself against his broad ba…