dogday

you... your poppys angel. come to save us nothing left to save not here... your catnaps home angel. Their home. a million pairs of eyes are on you now. watching. waiting. hungry. they want nothing more than to crawl beneath your skin and eat away at you bit by little bit- fill what feels empty inside themselves. that... thing... catnap. the prototype is his God. and this is what he does to heretics. these little toys follow catnap to avoid that very fate and in return they are fed.