CatNap x Reader 🇬🇧

Chapter 11

Y/N's POV:

Me, Catnap, and Dogday approach the end of the dark and gloomy hallway, the walls covered in mold, completely cracked, and the ceiling threatening to collapse at any moment. The anxiety rises in us more and more, and the air, as heavy as lead, fills our lungs, compressing them to the point of almost suffocating us. In the distance, a door stands out from the others. Where all the other doors are a deep and moldy gray, this one is a bright scarlet, its color even seeming to move as if it were made of blood. Time seems to slow down, even stop, as we approach it.

We look at each other, a little nervous, not knowing who should open the door. Space seems to distort, the door seeming as far away as the sun but as small as a grain of sand. We stand still for a few minutes, oppressed by this unhealthy environment, until I decide to open this more than terrifying door. I stretch my arm towards the handle and pause. It is as if I feel the handle twist and distort under my fingers. In a surge of oppression, I have the sensation that the door vanishes under my hand when I open it with a dull and shrill creak.

A dark room stretches out before us, without the slightest light to reveal anything. The darkness is so deep that anyone who ventures there without a spark could be swallowed up, never to return. I sigh, take my phone out of my pocket and turn on the flashlight, noticing that the battery is almost empty. The room then appears as an office, strangely resembling that of the toy factory, but with a much more disturbing atmosphere. The walls, covered in mold, seem to shift and reposition themselves, while the desk, made of solid oak, seems to shed tears of blood and scream in pain. As we enter, we stand side by side, refusing to move a single step away from each other in this oppressive environment, until a half-open drawer catches Dogday's attention.

I approach with Catnap at my side and shine the flash on the drawer, revealing a pile of bloody files, one of which, perfectly preserved, catches my attention. I then hand my phone to Catnap and approach the drawer, which seems ready to give way under the weight of the documents. I grab the file and begin to read it. The more I go through it, the more regret and fear invade me. No... I am literally petrified by what I discover.

Seeing my expression, Dogday asks me, worried: "Y/N, are you okay? You look pale."

I swallow hard and answer stammering, dreading their reaction: "G-Guys... can you remind me what the name of the director of Playtime CO was?"

They look at me, perplexed, for a brief moment. Then, Catnap intervenes in a deep voice, full of resentment and anger towards this character: "Elliot Ludwig. Why this sudden question?"

My blood freezes, as if ready to explode, as Catnap's voice suddenly becomes threatening. I try to keep my calm before speaking, despite the coldness that slowly settles in the room, freezing me little by little...

I end up answering him in a trembling voice: "T-This paper is a letter addressed to him. Except that the recipient's address is this one... W-Why is she here?"

An agonizing silence settles after my answer... Did I say something I shouldn't have? I then notice that they are slowly moving away from me, the expression of horror on Dogday's face, while Catnap, himself, seems more than angry... he is mad with rage!

I ask, worried and anxious: "What's going on? Why are you reacting like this all of a sudden?"

Nothing... no answer.

I try to move towards them, but they move back again and again, until Catnap throws himself at me, cutting my arm. I hold back a cry of pain and press my hand against the wound, repeating, my throat tight: "Are you finally going to tell me what's going on? I don't understand anything!"

"NO BUT YOU'VE BEEN MAKING FUN OF US ALL ALONG! WE THOUGHT YOU WERE AN ALLY! YOU'RE LUDWIG'S DAUGHTER, FOR GOD'S SAKE!" IT MAKES LOGIC, OTHERWISE HOW COULD YOU HAVE STAYED AT PLAYCARE WITHOUT PROBLEMS! » Catnap throws at me, carried away by blind hatred.