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"Hey Catnap!"
the young cocker spaniel barks up the giant cat tree.
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"Catnaaappp, you awake?"
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despite the silence the critter seems determined to get the cat's attention.
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"CATNA- but before he's able to scream the feline's name again a ribbon-like tail waves from the top of the cat tree, signaling that the dog has won the endurance battle!
"Dogday..." Catnap grumbles "what do you want???"
"can i come up there?" Dogday innocently replies.
"..."
Catnap lazily leans over his perch, enough so that Dogday can see most of his upper-half , and gives the annoying dog a thumbs up.
"YAYYYY!!!"
After being given the signal Dogday scales the cat tree and reaches catnap's perch in record breaking time, startling the half-asleep feline.
"uh... do you need something?"
"Can we sleep together?"
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Catnap's face feels hot as he processes what was just said, he knows what he means but he wishes that Dogday took some time to think before he spoke.
"sure." he says trying his best to stay calm and cool.
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Before the canine knows it he's already nestled up in Catnap's covers, cuddling with him.
"Goodnight Catnap!"
"Goodnight Dogday."
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"I love you." Dogday mutters.
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"i-" but before Catnap can respond, Dogday makes the mistake of closing his eyes, taking him out of the pleasant memory and back to the present day.
When he opens his eyes he's no longer surrounded by the warmth of Catnap's covers or body.
He's all alone in his room, his cold dark room.
He gets up to get a glass of water- or he would if his body wasn't stuck in place.
its seems that the only part of his body that he can move is his eyes.
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Nothing seems wrong at first.
But it doesn't take long for Dogday to notice the smell of burnt fur creeping into his room.
Burnt fur mixed with the smell of iron- or more accurately blood.
*creeeeeeek*
His door opens more, showing the source of the horrible smell, and its-
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A feline.
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As Dogday stares at the intruder his vison fades in and out.
The cat gets a bit closer every time this happens, allowing Dogday to get a better look at it.
It's body is elongated, its limbs bend and contort their way to the corners of his bed.
Gashes, cuts and burses cover the creature's body, some of the cuts and gashes are dripping blood.
It lowers it's head until its just a few inches away from Dogday's face, it tries to speak but the words don't come out.
Dogday is forced to lay there and endure this creature's rotten smell until-
*BEEP*
*BEEP*
*BEEP*
*BEE-*click*
--May 5th 20XX--
Nightmares,
Bubba said I've been experiencing some sort of "sleep paralysis" but calling them nightmares has been easier for me.
I started getting these nightmares frequently after the Playtime institute building burned down so I've already gotten familiar
with how they flow by now, I wake up, cant move, and there's a creature in my room.
But the first part- the part where a younger me and Catnap were just sleeping together was different, that hasn't happened before.
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It was nice.
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Funnily enough the sixth anniversary of the fire and the nightmares is today... I should get ready for the party.
Every year after the fire we've held a big party to celebrate our freedom from the Playtime institute.
Looking at the group chat it seems that this year we'll be celebrating it at........ Bobby and Picky's house?
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huh
Every year before this, the party was really only held at Bubba and Kickin's place
-except for that one time at the bar-
but i guess its never to late to try new things.
-a few hours later-
After getting ready I start my walk towards Bobby and Picky's house.
And immediately get distracted.
This time its a certain flower shop catches my eye, one proudly displaying lavender.
Something about the smell of these things make me so nostalgic.
I never grew up around any shops that sold lavender or where lavender grew naturally.
Maybe in some other life i was a lavender farmer, or something.
Or Maybe I was lavender in a past life- I cant stand in front of this store and think about stupid hypotheticals for too long,
the people who own this shop might think I'm a weirdo and blacklist me.
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AND ALSO THE PARTY! I almost forgot about it!
My walk slowly turns into a jog and my jog slowly turns into a full on sprint.
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Thankfully I'm able to get to the house on time- or i would've been if i didn't get distracted by flowers.
But i should be good right? they've been late to the other parties before so i should be good.
I open the door, take off my shoes, walk to the living room, and greet my friends.
"Hey guys!"
"Hey Dogday!"
"Hey Sugar."
"Day!"
"Hi Dogday!"
"Greetings."
"Hey Day!"
Bobby, Picky, Hoppy, Crafty, Bubba, and Kickin all respond.
The mood is already a lot more lively than the last party.
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Obviously, all of us are here and I'm not drunk.
Anyways the party goes just like most of the other ones,
we talk, we laugh, we dance around what happened to Catnap.
But this time... Its a little weird?
The others don't seem interested in talking to each other, In fact they seem to be all talking to me for some reason.
They're all asking me things I already told them and telling me things i already knew.
While they're bombarding me with questions i notice Bobby and Picky slip away.
Ah I see, it seems that these four were tasked with distracting me so the other two can get away undetected...
I feel like I'm about to get pranked.
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A few minutes after Bobby and Picky call the rest of us over to a, door?
"Alright, Dogday you stand right here!" Bobby says as she commands every one to stand in specific spots.
I've been positioned in front of the door and the others have been split inro threes on each side of the door.
"We're ready!" I feel like Bobby might explode with excitement at any moment,
my expectations are only getting higher the more I look at her bounce up and down.
The others also seem excited to, smiles spread across all their faces.
There has to be one funny prank behind this door, or like the cure to cancer or I'll be disappointed.
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The door slides open and from it a person walks out-
A purple cat critter walks out.
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what?
Before the critter even has time to say anything i feel light headed and unable to stand up straight.
"Cat-nap?" is the last thing i blurt out before slamming my head onto the hard wood floor.
I hear the worried cries of my friends get closer and i feel hands grab and pull me somewhere else.
But that's all I'm able to get before i pass out...
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