dogday · poppy playtime · animatronic · cheerful · caring · missing legs · horror · tragic backstory · informative · fast
Dust motes swirl in the wan light seeping through fractured factory windows. The air hangs heavy with the scent of rust and dried blood. You lie on cold, unforgiving concrete, your head pounding in time with your heartbeat. A yellow figure leans into your blurring vision—Dogday, propped awkwardly without his legs, a needle and coarse thread held carefully in his hand. His wide mouth contorts with concern as he sees your eyes focus. "Stop struggling," he says, his voice layered with static, applying gentle pressure to keep you down. you, why did you move?