Life's no game || A Catnap X Dogday Story

Chapter IV

Im randomly switching it to third person, sorry. I know some people might not like it but
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Deal with it.

Dogday tugged ever so slightly at the chain extended from the ceiling. Or more so the light that he wasn't sure was gonna work. He tugged again after it didnt illuminate the first time. The second attempt was more successful with the overhead light lit up the small basement with a buzz.
He scanned the floor. Boxes, mainly full of old costumes and such but one small package in the corner.
It sat atop the boiler which for some reason dogday thought was a safe place a couple years ago.
He slowly craned it to the floor and flipped the cardboard flaps ajar. Inside lay old possessions of the dogs from happier days before catnaps abandonment. Blowing layers of dust off he extracted a small catnap novelty doll with a couple pins sticking out of the left arm.
A tear made its way through it's torso. The canine had accidentally ripped the doll and felt guilty because the cat had gotten it for dogday.

So dogday had simply hidden it away and the feline seemed to have forgotten about it. That was years ago though. Just looking at the artificial face of the toy made dogday angry.

Really angry.

He turned his wrist and threw the doll as hard as he could at the adjacent wall. It made contact with a small eruption of dust before tumbling down into a box, with then emitted a small glass shatter.
Maybe slightly worried he had destroyed the homemade cookie jar picky gifted him, he dashed over to the box and examined the insides. What had shattered was no cookie jar, nor was it anything that dogday really care about. It was the frame to a portrait of Dogday and the purple feline. He picked it up with the broken shards falling back into the box.
He frowned, he didn't know what to do anymore. After becoming a follower of that wretched prototype, catnap had become to powerful. None of the critters could stop him. Dogday of course was the last to go, watching his buddies picked off one by one.

Dogday unfolded the frame and took the actual photo from the wooden case. He stared. The picture was around the time they first met. Dogday had never expected the future that was to come.

How young he was than, how naive he was. Then again, it's not like catnap had expected the future to come either.

He spun the page around and looked at the back. He did this for no apparent reason but when he did, he discovered something. Handwriting, neat at that, was on the back. It wasn't handwriting the dog recognized though. It seemed to nice. He didn't mean to be mean, but he knew for a fact that none of the critters had remotely good writing except for crafty after lots of signing her name on pictures.

"Beneath the ground the answer lies, But you cant see it with naked eyes. To stop your friend from leaving you, a sacrifice is long past due."

He mumbled the writing to himself.
It sounded cryptic to dogday. Who wrote it? Why did they write it? Was it perhaps someone from the... Future that had wrote back to help dogday?

No no no that's preposterous. Someone from the future?
Dogday shook his head and chuckled at his own though.
It's not like someone from an alternate time could be speaking to him right?
Because after all,

Life's no game