Cat And Mouse... °A Poppy Playtime Fanfiction°

5 - DogDay!?

No Pov

Samara found her way around the underground factory, with help of her grabpack of course. She kept looking closely for Chief, still not finding any signs of him.

"At this point he might as well be in Afghanistan!" Samara remarked to herself. Samara walked across a bridge, but stopped at the word Playhouse.

"Playhouse?" Samara asked herself then realized. "Isn't that the place that Ollie was talking about? Apperantly he's scared of it."

Samara looked around and sighed. "There's no other place to go, so might as well head here."

Samara slightly chuckled. "Besides, what's the worse that could happen!" Samara let out a slight smile, but immediately wiped it off and continued walking.

Samara switched her grab packs right hand with the flare, just in case. Then, a small critter crawled outside of a hole as Samara looked at it with a weird look, and shot her flare at it making it retreat.

"Finally this flare is put into good use." Samara said to herself as she continued walking by, shooting the little critters with her flares.

"Chief!" Samara decided to yell. "Come on Cheif quit being stubborn and come out!"

No reply.

"Welp, yelling doesn't work."

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Samara ended up walking through some tunnels and eventually one of them leading towards a short hallway with some blood on the ground and in the distance some cells.

"Oh good lord." Samara muttered and walked in, looking around.

"Samara?" A voice asked.

Samara looked beside her to find Cheif. Samara gasped.

She found DogDay chained by his arms with his legs gone.

"Holy hell DogDay! What the heck happened to you!?" Samara yelled, remembering his name.

"I've..seen..better days, Angel." Dogday said with his voice sounded deep and slightly distorted.

"Angel?" Samara asked looking at Cheif.

Cheif only shrugged. "He calls me that to."

"I call you Solider." Dogday corrected.

Cheif only crossed his arms and got up. "I feel like Angel is a better name then Soldier."

"Wait.." Samara looked at Cheif. "I thought you would be in some type of chains."

Cheif scoffed. "He did chain me up, but he didn't take all of my weapons. He only took my dagger, which luckily I got a good stab in his chest. It was a pretty good catastrophe!"

"Ha, ha, so funny Cheif." Samara said sarcastically and looking at DogDay. "Why are you chained up?" She asked him.

DogDay sighed. "You, Poppy's Angel..your coming to save us. There's nothing left to save, not here.. You're in CatNap's home, Angel. Their home. A million pairs of eyes are on you, and Soldier now. Watching..waiting..and hungry. They want nothing more than to crawl underneath your skin, and eat at you two bit by little bit. Fill what feels empty inside themselves. That...thing...CatNap. The Prototype is his god, and this is what he dose to heretics.  These little toys follow CatNap to avoid that very fate, and in return they are fed."

DogDay looked down in guilt. "We tried to fight it..The Prototypes control.. I'm..the last of the Smiling Critters." DogDay lifted his head up towards us. "Listen to me Angel and Soldier! You NEED to get out of this place! You both need to live! You both and Poppy can fix this! End this madness, the torment the..NO! OH NO!"