You…you’re Poppy’s angel. Come to save us. Nothing left to save, not here…You’re in CatNap’s home, angel.
million pairs of eyes are on you now. Watching, waiting, hungry. They want nothing more than to crawl beneath your skin and eat away at you bit by little fill what feels empty inside themselves.
The thing…CatNap. The Prototype is his God, and this is what he does to heretics. These little toys follow CatNap to avoid that very fate- and in return, they are fed.
We tried to fight it, the Prototype’s
Listen to me, you need to get out of this place. You need to live. You and Poppy can fix this, end this madness, the torment, the-Oh no…OH NO. Leave me. Please. Just go!…RUN!” control. I’m…the last of the Smiling Critters.