Rose - A Poppy Playtime Story

Chapter 6 - Affected

(Here we go)

The fake sun was dim. Like clouds were covering it, the employees must not be happy.

Catnap sat on the tree as usual except it was different today. The children had been brought to the Game Station.

The children would be gone for two more days, so that left all the critters to their own devices.

Dogday was playing volleyball with Kickin', and Hoppy

Crafty was painting and doing arts and crafts with Bobby. Then Picky and Bubba were doing math equations and trivia with some of the teachers.

All of them were smiling and laughing, but Catnap frowned. He had figured out that he didn't like having the children out of his sight.

When they were in their sleeping quarters it would only take a few minutes of walking to get to them, but now they were on a different floor.

A floor he wasn't allowed on. The fur on his tail frizzed, his claws poking into the wood of the tree, and his ears folded down.

Crafty looked up from her painting to check up on Bobby, but instead what was behind her friend caught her eye.

Crafty could see Catnap on his tree, and he did not look happy. Crafty frowned.

She got up telling Bobby that she would be right back. She slowly walked over to Catnap, looking up at him.

Catnap saw her through his narrowed eyes, and he immediately turned his facial expression to one of surprise.

"Crafty what are you doing here?" He asked before she could question his mood.

"Oh...well. I...I saw you before and...you didn't seem to be...okay." She responded.

"Catnap are you alright?" She continued.

"I'm fine. I just miss the children." Catnap said. He wasn't completely lying.

"Oh, alright. You sure you're okay?" Crafty asked a final time.

"Yes."

"Okay, see you later Catnap."

Crafty then left Catnap to his own thoughts. He sighed, he couldn't tell them.

He looked out into the field deciding to just watch everyone. It was mostly quiet.

Then he heard a scream he looked around, but nothing was happening, and no one else seemed to have heard it.

Oh. The scream was heard again, Catnap knew it belonged to a small boy. The child was none of his concern.

This child wasn't in danger. The small boy started crying, yelling for a certain orange dog.

This isn't real. No one's in danger. Catnap thought. His hands still bearing his sharp claws reached up to cover his ears.

He knew no one was in danger because that child was him.

Theodore Grambell. He had always had a connection to the orange dog. Dogday was his favorite critter.