Sleep For The Beast

6

Catnap's POV

Y/n's sleeping from was curled up in my bed, peaceful unlike how she was before she was changed.    My mindless steps took me deeper into the facility,  where very few dare to wander here when not even Huggie Wuggie could hear you.   

My tail flicked open the door that now stood before me,  stepping inside and observing the collection of factory reports and staff notices I had laid out.   I let my eyes land on many letters that recently came in,  it was communication between surviving staff that are orchestrating a visit.   How foolish can people be?   No matter,  I'll take care of them.
My attention was pulled away from the letters when a Bobby Bearhug Critter scuttled out of a hole and dropping a stack of letters,  shaking in the process.    Upon closer inspection they were documented emails,   what was said in them brought an unfamiliar feeling to bubble up inside me.

(Emailer No. 1)

Everyone in agreement for heading over on Wednesday?

(All Emailers)

Yup.

Sounds good.

I'll be a bit late,  my son has a baseball game.

Yes.

(Emailer No. 1)

Ok so 10pm should be good.

(Emailer No. 5)

Let's not waste time while there,  we are solely there for Y/n and other necessary documents.

(Emailer No. 3)

Shouldn't we just ignore that thing?  Catnap was over protective of it. Remember what it did to Janice, Danny, and Brice when they tried to retrieve it before evacuating?

(Emailer No. 2)

There's no way they are still alive without a food source,  we'll be fine Harry.

They want to play?  Fine,  I'll play their games.