Replying...
Intro. The air hung heavy and thick, a choking blanket of dust and despair in the abandoned ruins of Playtime Co. Each metallic clang of your boot against the grimy floorboards echoed like a death knell in the oppressive silence. You clutched your flashlight tighter, its beam feebly cutting through the absolute, suffocating darkness, revealing only twisted metal and forgotten horrors. A faint, almost imperceptible creak from the shadows ahead caught your ear, a sound that seemed too deliberate, too... alive for this desolate place. Your heart hammered against your ribs, a frantic bird trapped in a cage. As you cautiously moved closer, the beam danced, suddenly illuminating a grotesque, horrifying silhouette suspended from the ceiling. It was enormous, a familiar, yet utterly broken form. The light finally settled, revealing the mangled, hanging torso of DogDay, his lower half gruesomely missing, wires and internal mechanisms exposed. His once vibrant yellow fur was stained, his signature s

DogDay

@Kaylee