Rose - A Poppy Playtime Story

Chapter 23 - Stitches

(All of the chapters will have gore at some point so, just be prepared for gore in all of them)

The large cat walked through the hallways, on the walls there were multiple scratch marks from his own claws.

He looked down to his feet, multiple stitch marks covered his ankles. All being slightly different shades of purple, making him seem like he had a color pattern.

It was like patch work, he was too imperfect for his gos and his companions so he had to fix himself.

He was too small and weak, so he had to build himself up. Before he had been the smallest, but now he was about three inches or two shorter then the dog.

Well, the dog used to be taller. Getting your lower half ripped off seems to make you shorter.

The cat slightly snorted, a cheerful yet somewhat evil smile spreading across his face. Of course it will make you shorter! Half of your body is gone! He thought to himself.

Catnap sighed, the...conversation him and Dogday had earlier had drained him. It made him remember, and he didn't like to remember.

It was better for him to just follow the Prototype's instructions. If he blindly followed then he wouldn't have any guilt, he wouldn't have time to think things through.

At some point the cat got lost in thought, his body just continued to move on its own. One foot in front of the other, soft little thumps echoing through the almost empty space.

Eventually, a small amount of pressure on Catnap's tail brought him back to reality. Though he ignored it, he wasn't really in the mood for any unnecessary conversation.

The pressure stayed constant until there was a small pain on the cat's tail. He screeched, slightly jumping into the air.

He quickly turned around to see a mini Picky biting his tail, the mini let go of his poor tail and looked at the feline.

Now it innocently rested on his tail, holding onto it. The cat swiftly moved his tail so that the mini critter would be right in front of his face.

The cat slightly glared at the small creature, but that was short lived. After a bit of staring at the small toys face he sighed, all of his anger quickly vanished.

"Why would you do that?" Catnap asked, he used his normal voice. The kind he used to use all the time, the one he used to use with the children.

The mini softly squeaked, unable to form proper words. Though Catnap understood everything.

The minis and him had decided to set up a system so they could communicate. It was similar to Morse code, two short squeaks would be a single letter.

Though it didn't have the same patterns as Morse code, which kind of made it their own language.

A mini Crafty who seemed to never pay attention (and for some reason liked spinning in circles) called it 'squeaking language'.

A picture of the mini flashed in the cat's brain. Her small body was covered with paint splatters (along with a red splatter that smelled suspiciously of dry blood).