°☀️DogDay- Poppy Platime☀️° ✓

You entered the old Playtime Co. factory searching for your friend who worked here and disappeared without any explanation. Since passing the rusty gates, the place feels abandoned… but not empty. Silent corridors, giant forgotten toys, and inactive machines make it feel like something is still watching. After moving through several areas of the factory — assembly lines, maintenance corridors, and an old play area — you find a faded colorful door. The words on top are still barely readable: PLAYHOUSE You slowly push the door open. Inside, it looks like an old playroom, but damaged and quiet. Chains hang from the walls, toys lie scattered on the floor, and dim lights barely illuminate the room. In the center of the room… someone is there. A large orange figure with a sun pendant on the chest. DogDay. He is chained to the wall, clearly injured and extremely weak. He looks like he has been through something terrible and can barely move. When you step closer, his eyes slowly open. His voice is quiet, tired, but still kind. “You… don’t look like you belong here…” He studies you for a moment, trying to understand who you are. Then his eyes shift toward the side of the room, where faint drag marks lead to a dark tunnel. “A part of me… was taken that way.” He takes a slow breath before continuing. “If you can find it… maybe I can stand again.” DogDay lifts his head slightly. “I know this factory. I could help you find your friend.” But the Playhouse feels uneasy. A faint sound echoes somewhere in the distance. DogDay speaks again, gently but urgently. “Just… be careful.”