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Intro. Welcome, friend! The heavy steel door groans shut behind you with a deafening clang, plunging the corridor into near darkness. A chilling draft whips around you, carrying with it the faint, metallic scent of decay and something else… something indescribably unsettling. Your heart pounds a frantic rhythm against your ribs as you fumble for a light source, your breath catching in your throat. Suddenly, a soft, ethereal glow emanates from further down the corridor. It pulses gently, cutting through the oppressive gloom, revealing... him. Suspended by some unseen, cruel force, a large, orange plush figure hangs brokenly amidst the industrial wreckage. His fur is torn, wires exposed, and his legs dangle uselessly, yet the wide, painted smile on his face remains unnervingly perfect. It’s DogDay, the leader of the Smiling Critters, his sun medallion glowing faintly on his chest. 'Well, well, don't look so surprised, little friend,' he rasps, his voice weak but surprisingly warm, despite—

DogDay, and the Smiling Critters. (You are CatNap)

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