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Assistant: Title: To Understand the Soul
        Author: Unreal144 Unreal144 
        Chapter: 17/19 
        Summary: Y/N, known as "Angel," is an experiment from the Bigger Bodies Initiative—traumatized and anxious, forced to wander the facility in search of food and safety. One day, as you crawl through the dark ventilation shafts, you hear the faint sound of crying. Entering what seems to be a prison, you discover a group of prisoners in desperate need of help.(Y/N's abilities are based on Mahito from Jujutsu Kaisen, he knows how to use them, and so does)The Smiling Critters are mostly female, and this becomes part of the story later.The Smiling Critters (From the peaceful Universe) end up at Playtime Co, must Survive and make Friends so they have a chance at getting back to their old life.
        Contents: Chapter 17: Breakdown
    

    

        
          
          
            The days of Playcare, CatNap, and Prototype are... temporarily over. Now, having reached the end of Playcare, you and the others decide to move forward after resolving a few lingering conflicts. But before venturing into the deepest part of the factory, everyone takes a much-needed break.Yours, however, turns out to be far more interesting than the others.With just a few hours to spare, DogDay approaches you ... and what starts as just talking quickly develops into more than just 'talking'.
          
        

      
        
          Another chapter of my story-probably the one containing the most trauma so far.This chapter is particularly special as it introduces a few changes to the original game's plot. CatNap isn't dead-far from it. In fact, there are now two in the team, but adjustments had to be made to ensure everyone could continue forward together.I'm not sure if I even need to clarify this, but I'll do it anyway: This chapter contains mildly suggestive content. Nothing extreme, just an intense kissing scene that almost escalates into something more... but doesn't.Enjoy the read!wc: 6.2 k Post-Edit: Many spelling and grammar errors fixed. Corrected pronoun errors for CatNap and DogDay.
            
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  Blood.
 Everywhere. The smell is acrid, penetrates your nose and stays there as if it wants to force you to inhale every single memory of this massacre. But what did you expect? A riot. The Hour of Joy. The plan was to kill the staff - those who had treated you, the experiments, as if you were nothing more than material. Tools that could be used and then disposed of. If a person imprisons others, tortures them, leaves scars - in body and mind - shouldn't they expect the consequences to catch up with them at some point? Wasn't it only justice that you paid them back? To the scientists who had abused, used and broken you? But the truth is... ...it doesn't make you any better than them. A monster. And perhaps even worse. They called you an angel, a being with a power that no other experiment had ever possessed. But you never wished for this. Not these powers. Not this suffering. Not the loneliness that came with it. The other children in Playcare - when they saw you, turned away. They wanted nothing to do with you. They gave you nicknames, refused to play with you, and their looks... those looks as if you were something else. Something foreign. Neither the educators at Playcare nor the Smiling Critters cared about you. They saw you, but they didn't really see you. They ignored you as if you were nothing more than trash. A side note in their story. And in the labs? The Doctor whispered to you that it was fear that kept them away from you. Fear of your potential. Of what you are. But you knew better. So naive, so stupid, so desperate, but you were able to see through the lie. They weren't afraid of you. They just weren't interested in you. And that was the real reason. You never wanted to be different. Why did it have to be you of all people? Of all the hundreds of children in Playcare, of all the experiments in the labs - why you? Why couldn't you just... be normal? And then the images return. The white room. The cage. Where they tested you. Where they broke your limbs, cut open your body, molded you into something they wanted to understand but never could. Where you talked to the doctor, sometimes even to the prototype – only when the doctor was secretly transmitting a message. And then there was this one day. CatNap. You were in a room with him. Separated only by silence and fear. More than ten scientists sat behind the glass, staring at you, noting every movement, every twitch. The angel and the monster - that's what they called you. But you did nothing. You just sat in the corner. Motionless. Breathless. Because you knew what would happen if you reacted. If you did anything, it would only bring more pain. And that's exactly what you were called to account for later. The doctor spoke to you, his voice cold, calculating. He spoke of a plan, an uprising. The Hour of Joy. "I just want to go back to Playcare," you said. No more tests. No more trouble. Just... disappear. And then he said it.
   

  "Everything in your life is a reflection of a choice you have made. If you want a different result, make a different choice. "
 That was the sentence that got you thinking. Back to Playcare? Where they ignored you, bullied you, despised you?Or stay here, in the laboratories? A life as an experiment, as a tool? You have made your decision. Not by joining them. But the doctor spoke to you. He explained the plan to you, told you the names of the experiments that had already conspired. He told you about their hatred, their anger, their determination to regain control of their own destiny. And he knew that you would remain silent. Because of all the children, of all the experiments, he knew you best. He knew you wouldn't snitch. Maybe because you were afraid. Maybe because you were already too broken to interfere. But no matter how hard you tried to stay out of suffering, it still found you. 
  Blood.
 
  Everywhere.
 You walk through the corridors of the labs and it's everywhere. The massacre that you tried to prevent has long since happened. Mangled corpses lie on the cold floor, their bodies grotesquely distorted, as if the experiments had not only killed them, but devoured them in an act of pure revenge. Severed limbs, slit throats, fingers still clawing together in a final, desperate grip. And the smell. It penetrates your lungs, settles in your clothes, lingers in your nose. Burnt flesh, coagulated blood, the sour note of fear. You can't breathe. 
  But what did you expect?
 You're not a bit better than them. You are one of them. An experiment. A being that was molded, abused and then thrown away. In the blood that has literally flooded everything - amidst the entrails floating in it like stranded creatures - you see yourself. Your own reflection flickers on the dark, sticky surface. Your face, scarred and distorted by tears. Your eyes, wide with fear. 
  They called you angel.
 A gift from God. A miracle. But you are swimming in blood and helplessness.  And then you wake up.  A dull throbbing hammers in your head, as if something heavy is pulsing directly behind your forehead. Your body feels sluggish, heavy, as if it were wrapped in warm absorbent cotton. Your lips are dry, your throat burns.
   

  "Ugh..."
 Your own voice sounds strange - rough, weak, barely more than a croak. Every breath scratches your throat and for a moment you can't move. Your body refuses. But then you realize it. The slow, steady movements beneath you. The rhythm. Someone is carrying you. Your head lies against something soft, and it feels warm, far too warm - not unpleasant, but enveloping, soothing. Your fingers twitch slightly, and you feel the firm but pliable fur under your hands. And then you realize it. 
  DogDay.
 The big, yellow dog carries you on her back, piggyback, as if you were as light as a feather. Her grip is secure, her movements calm, and her breathing is even as if it was the most normal thing in the world. A shiver runs down your spine, but not out of fear. 
  Her fur is so soft.
 Her body heat seeps through your clothes, directly into your skin, and for a moment you feel... small. Protected. As if nothing in this world could reach you while you're here. Your face rests against her shoulder, and although your head still hurts, although your body is still weak, you can't stop yourself from enjoying her closeness. It's almost embarrassing how good it feels - how the light pressure of her arms surrounds you, how you sink into her grip. A part of you wants to break free, support yourself, move away from her - but you don't do it. Because it feels safe. And security is something you hardly know. "Oh! He's awake!" Bobby's voice snaps you out of your thoughts. DogDay slows her pace, but she doesn't immediately put you down. Her head turns slightly towards you, and you feel her warmth even more clearly. "How do you feel?" she asks gently. You mumble something unintelligible and try to move. Your body protests and she notices. She gently pulls her arms a little tighter around you, as if to prevent you from falling. "Take it easy, you've been through a lot," she says, and there's that voice again - that calm, gentle voice that feels like a promise that everything will be okay. You take a deep breath. And then, as you slowly get used to your surroundings, you see them. The others. Bubba walks a few meters beside DogDay, his gaze fixed on you only briefly before he focuses on the path again. Hoppy and Kickin walk a little further ahead and seem to be arguing about something, while Bobby gestures wildly with her arms. Crafty stays in the background, her eyes darting back and forth between you and DogDay. CatNap walks at the edge of the group, and Sophie at the front with the GrabPack. But it's not the group that suddenly makes your throat dry. It is the being that walks behind them. Large. Slow. Steady. CatNap. Not the Critter Valley version. Not the cat that only haunts your nightmares. No. The monstrous, distorted version. He walks far behind the group, his huge figure like a shadow following you. And yet it does nothing. He keeps his distance. His eyes wide open and the permanent grin there - as if he were dragging himself through the ground. A shiver runs down your spine, but you don't say anything. Instead, you focus on the others. And you can hardly believe it. Nobody is hurt. After everything that happened, after the fight, after what you did... everyone is here. Unharmed. You feel your body relax slightly as you lean against DogDay, enjoying a moment of relief. But then you feel it. A little... different. You feel a tug at your back, a strange sensation - like something new, something that shouldn't be there. You glance over your shoulder and then... you see them. 
  Wings.
 Not big, not huge - but real. Two fleshy wings grown from your own body, sensitive and twitching slightly with every movement. "Oh." Bubba is the first to say it. "I guess that was a natural reaction of your ability when you hit CatNap." His words echo in your head, but you can't quite grasp them. Your mind immediately slips back into the darkness - into the moment you met CatNap, into the pain, the fear, the memories you can't forget. But you don't question it any further. It's as if your mind won't allow it. You look at DogDay, searching for a reaction, for something. And then she smiles. "I think they’re beautiful." They are simple words. But they affect you deeply. The warmth returns - not just through her body, but inside you. It fills your chest, spreads out and makes you forget everything else for a moment. And as you let your head sink back against her shoulder, you allow yourself to feel that warmth. Even if you know she won't stay forever. You continue to move through the huge metal corridors. No more red smoke, no more screams, no more chaos. Just the echo of footsteps on the cold floor. But something feels... wrong. Not just walking behind you - CatNap. Not the cat, the experiment. The monster. His footsteps are heavy, a muffled echo that follows you. He keeps his distance, staying far behind the group, but his presence alone is enough to make the air thicker. And then there's Sophie. Her posture is strange, almost tense. Her gaze constantly wanders between her small phone and the dark corridors around you. The way she walks, the way she keeps talking quietly into the device - it doesn't feel right. But despite everything, your focus is elsewhere. DogDay's steps are slow, her grip on your legs gentle. And you feel... different. It's a strange feeling - warm, strange, a tingling that runs through your body, hard to name. Her body is big, firm, strong. Every movement resonates through you, and you can feel it - every subtle movement, every tensing of her muscles under her fur. It makes you...warm. "Tell me," Bubba's voice breaks through the silence, "you transformed earlier when you hit CatNap. Did you do that consciously?" Your heart contracts. You really want to answer, but your mouth remains dry. Your body feels too heavy, your mind too foggy. You can hardly concentrate. "...Or did that just happen?" Bubba waits, but you don't say anything. DogDay's grip becomes firmer. Almost imperceptibly, she pulls you closer to her, her grip a little tighter around your legs. The heat continues to spread. "And why are you so small again now?" Bubba asks again, his voice calm but attentive. The question hits you hard. Why are you so small again? Was it exhaustion? Or something else? Why are you in this childlike form? You can feel DogDay's breathing - calm, controlled, but so close. 
  Too close.
 "You two make a cute couple!" The words pierce your thoughts like lightning. Bobby. Your whole body freezes for a second, then you feel it. Heat. It rises rapidly to your face, burns on your cheeks, creeps down your neck. Your heart hammers in your chest, while your head almost automatically buries itself a little deeper into DogDay's shoulder. "Bobby! Shut up!" Hoppy's voice pops through the hallway. "D@mn it, Bobby, do you always have to say everything out loud?" hisses Kickin. "What? I'm just telling the truth!" Bobby shouts back with a laugh, raising her arms as if it was the most harmless thing in the world. The other critters continue to argue, their voices a wild jumble of admonishments and half-hearted laughter. But you don't hear anything about it. All you feel is DogDay's warmth. Without thinking, you lean a little further against her. Your body reacts of its own accord, searching for the feeling of protection, for the support she gives you. Unconsciously, you rub lightly against her shoulder, your skin against her fur. DogDay says nothing. But you can feel her holding you just that little bit tighter. And then you reach the Hatch Room. A large, metallic room, cold, sterile, devoid of life. In the middle of the floor hatch - the elevator, sealed by a heavy steel plate. The same bleak environment as the rest of the rooms down here. But although the room is cold... ...you feel warmer than ever before. "Good. You're here." The voice cuts through the silence and you flinch instinctively. It's not just you - almost everyone in the group freezes for a moment, except Sophie, who has already taken a few steps ahead. "And you've done it again. The impossible." You know that voice. Small. Mechanical. Somewhere between childlike and sinister. Your gaze wanders upwards, where a small porcelain figure is moving in the right-hand ventilation shaft. Slowly, theatrically, her voice gets louder the further she moves through the metal grilles. 
  Poppy.
 "CatNap's gone... and-" She comes out of the shaft, her small hands grasp the edge, and then... Standstill. For a moment, time itself seems to hold its breath. Poppy sees you. She sees you. And then she sees him. CatNap. The monster. The creature she had given tips on how to kill just moments ago. Her face contorts for a split second - a mixture of surprise, irritation and something you can't quite grasp. Then Sophie speaks, her voice quieter than it should be: "We need to talk, Poppy." A brief exchange of glances. Then Sophie adds, quietly: "Maybe I messed up." But Poppy doesn't answer. She continues to look through the group, then back at CatNap, who is still standing almost ten meters behind you. The tension in the air is almost palpable as Poppy slowly lets out a low whistle - a sound like an annoyed child who is unhappy with a situation. She does not descend from the shaft. Instead, she crosses her arms and waits. Sophie understands the unspoken request and moves towards her with slow, careful steps. "Do you think she'll b@tch at her?" asks Kickin, his voice muffled but curious. "Didn't Sophie say she saved Poppy's life at the Game Station?" Hoppys ears twitch slightly as she throws her question into the room. "Yeah," Bubba mumbles, his eyes fixed on Poppy, "but Sophie wanted to get out of here. Just like us." He takes a deep breath. "But Poppy steered the train to Playcare in a different direction." The group falls silent, and then you realize it. They look backwards. Not to CatNap. They are looking at you. Your heart contracts. The looks are too much - too penetrating, too expectant, too incomprehensible. Before you can prevent it, your body reacts on its own. You turn your head away, avoiding their gaze, and without thinking about it, you bury your face against DogDay's shoulder. Warm. Safe. But the moment doesn't last long. "How do we do this now?" Kickins voice snaps you out of your brief refuge. “Do what?" Bobby gives him a quick glance. "Well... we have two CatNaps now..." Kickin looks around, first at the huge, grotesque figure still standing several meters behind you, then at the other CatNap - hiding behind the hood of her black hoodie. "So, one is a boy, the other is a girl." His voice is thoughtful, almost uncertain. DogDay exhales deeply. Then, slowly and carefully, she lets you down. Her grip remains gentle, and when your feet touch the ground, you realize just how big she really is. A mountain. You always knew that DogDay was taller than you - but now that you're standing in front of her, you feel it more clearly than ever before. She almost towers over you twice over. Her massive figure casts a shadow over you, her presence feels overwhelming. And yet... her paw continues to hold your hand tightly. She won't let you go. Before you can think about it, Sophie and Poppy come back. Poppy stands with her arms crossed, her porcelain eyes gliding over the group before falling on the large, monstrous CatNap version in the background. She sighs - an annoyed, almost defiant sound. "That thing can't come with us." Her words are harsh, direct. "CatNap - so, that one." She points to the experiment with a nod of her head. "He’s too dangerous." You look briefly at CatNap, who is still far behind you. Heavy, slow, but unstoppable. It's hard to tell if he's really following you at all - or just doesn't have anywhere else to go. But then Poppy suddenly turns to you. Her gaze is penetrating. "But you..." Your heart skips a beat. "Can't you transfigure him so that he's safe for the group?" Silence. The words hit you like a blow, but you need a moment to really understand them. She means you. You should change CatNap. Blood rushes in your ears. The conversations around you become blurred, your thoughts run wild. 
  How...?
 
  How is that supposed to work?
 How could you touch CatNap, see his soul, change his nature, if you don't even know what you would see? What if you look inside him - deep enough to recognize all that he once was? A human being. Maybe a boy in Playcare.Maybe an experiment, just like you.Maybe... a monster that could never do otherwise. What if you see the Hour of Joy from his eyes? Panic creeps into your chest, tightens like a cold grip on your heart. You can't do that. You don't want that. And yet... they are waiting for an answer. DogDay's paw presses lightly against your hand - warm, reassuring. "I..." Your voice breaks off. You look around hastily, trying to hold on to something - the looks of the others, DogDay's grip. But your breathing is too fast, your heart is beating too hard. The walls around you seem to get narrower. You can't breathe. Not here. Not now. Your fingers tighten slightly around DogDay's hand as a familiar, cold panic creeps into your chest. A tremor runs through your body, but before it can fully take you away, you hear her voice. Gentle. Calm. Firm. "We'll get it right." DogDay gently pulls you along. The two of you separate from the group and walk slowly to the back, where CatNap is standing - the experiment. The creature. He does not move. He waits. DogDay's steps are steady as you approach. No hurry, no uncertainty. Only calmness. And then... you're there. Here, further away from the others, it feels even harder. The pressure weighs on your shoulders, but DogDay speaks. Her voice breaks the silence. "Okay... we're not going to hurt you." She glances briefly at you, as if to include you in her words. Then she turns back to CatNap. "He'll adjust your form so you can come with us." CatNap raises his head slightly. His mechanical voice echoes dully through the room: "I have no place to go back to anyway." Something about these words strikes you deeply. You swallow hard and force your hands to remain steady as you carefully take a step towards him. DogDay stays close to you, her gaze watchful but soft. Slowly raise your hand. It's as if your own body is resisting you, as if every fiber in you wants to stop you from touching it. Your fingers are trembling. 
  Do not think. Do not feel. Not again...
 
  Swallow it down.
 Then you touch it. His fur is rough, charred in places, the skin underneath uneven and cold. Your stomach tightens, but you push the emotions away. 
  Not now.
 
  Not here.
 Close your eyes, take a deep breath and concentrate. Something pulsates under your fingertips. The familiar, indescribable connection you feel when you change a soul. A tug, as if you were accessing something that hovers between existence and oblivion. And then it begins. You shape it. His shape changes, becomes smaller, softer, less monstrous. Hi’s contours turn into something more stable, something that radiates less danger. His body takes on the more familiar features of the female CatNap - but he remains a little smaller, more delicate. His skin becomes covered in fur again, no longer burnt or cracked, but soft, complete. And when you're done... ...he stands before you. No clothes - but it doesn't matter. His body is now a whole, no longer a distorted, torn experiment. No more wounds, no more burnt areas. Only silence. His now yellow eyes meet yours. No one says anything for a moment. Then, quietly, almost inaudibly, a word passes his lips: "Thank you." He looks down at himself, carefully raises his hands, turns them as if he can't believe what has happened. Then his shoulders tremble. A choked sound escapes him, barely more than a whimper - and then... 
  He cries.
 No sobs, no breaking down - just quiet, unstoppable tears running down his face as he stares at his own hands. DogDay puts a paw on your shoulder. A gentle squeeze. Time to go back. The group falls silent when you return. No one speaks immediately; their eyes wander from you to CatNap - the new CatNap. "Whoa..." someone whispers. Then, suddenly, Bobby breaks the silence. "I think he's cool!" She grins broadly. "Definitely better than before! Less scary." Some of the critter’s murmur in agreement, others are still too perplexed to speak. Then Poppy says: "You can take a few hours for a break." You feel your shoulders relax. "We've gone on long enough," she continues. "Let's get some rest. From now on, we’ll need it..." And then you feel it. DogDay's paw around your hand. Large. Strong. Safe. She holds you tight. Not just as support. Not just as protection. As if she has decided that she wants to spend this time with you. A tremor runs through your body, but it's not out of fear. It is something else. Something you can't quite grasp. Warmth rises in your face, unexpected and intense. An unfamiliar tingling sensation spreads, a feeling that starts deep in your belly and continues downwards. Almost... embarrassing. But you can't stop it. And with every second that she doesn't let go of your hand, it gets stronger. DogDay hesitates for a moment before speaking quietly. "We should talk." Her voice is calm, gentle - almost cautious. You blink up at her in confusion as she tugs lightly on your hand and leads you away from the group. "What's...?" You stop yourself, unsure of what to ask. "It won't take long," she says, almost apologetically. "But I think we need this." You slowly move back, further away from the others. Step by step, their voices fade away until only the echo of your own footsteps can be heard in the metallic corridors. Sometimes DogDay glances at a small dialog watch that she carries in her hoodie pocket. "Sophie gave it to me," she explains casually as you continue walking. "So, I know how much time we have left." You just nod. She suddenly stops, turns slightly towards you and exhales slowly. "You were incredibly brave," she says. You want to object, want to say that you were afraid, that you would have liked to run away - but before you can speak, she shakes her head. "I could smell it," she continues. "Your fear. Your panic. It was so strong... but you did it anyway." Her paw gently squeezes your hand. "You are an angel." Your heart beats faster. Her words, her voice, her touch - it's too much at once. Your body becomes warm, a heat that starts deep in your chest and spreads further and further. DogDay leads you on, her steps calm but determined. You move through a secluded area of the facility, far away from the others. "I... wanted to say that for a long time," she finally mumbles. Her voice sounds different now. Softer. Deeper. She stops, turns to you and looks at you. "I really like you, Y/N." Your breath catches. "DogDay, I-I..." You don't know what to say. Words form in your head, but none of them feel right. A moment of silence. Then she whispers: "Tell me about yourself." You swallow hard. From me? Of what you have experienced? Of the darkness that has haunted you all these years? But when you look into her eyes, you recognize something. No fear. No pity. Just understanding. Slowly you begin to speak. About Playcare. About loneliness. About the experiments. About all the times you just wanted to be invisible. And DogDay listens. She doesn't interrupt, she doesn't ask, she doesn't judge. She just stays. When you finish, it's quiet for a moment. "And... you?" you finally ask. DogDay smiles gently. "I don't know if I can say it as strongly as you can." You smile slightly. A genuine, small smile. Then your voice becomes quieter. "DogDay... do you like me as much... as I like you?" She says nothing. Instead, she slowly bends down towards you. Her hand rises, her warm, gentle fingers touch your cheek - light as a feather, almost reverent. Then you close your eyes. And she kisses you. It starts slowly, cautiously - but it doesn't take long for something to change. Her lips are warm, firm, but incredibly gentle. You feel how her body heat envelops you, how her presence envelops you. Your heart races, your breathing quickens, but you can't stop. DogDay deepens the kiss, pulls you even closer to her and your whole body is flooded with heat. Your hands reach for her hoodie, clutching lightly at the fabric as if you would fall if you let go. The seconds pass and you notice that you are trembling slightly. Not out of fear, but because of the intensity. When you finally break away from each other, you are slightly out of breath. Your Body’s so hot. Your forehead is slightly damp, your body tense. DogDay looks at you. Her eyes... they sparkle. Her chest rises and falls slowly as she also exhales deeply - and then her gaze wanders down to you. She notices it. The heat in your body. Her own. And then she whispers, her voice deeper than before: "Let's find somewhere more secluded." ---"And what do you think they're doing right now?" The question comes suddenly. The Smiling Critters sit in a loose circle on the floor, their backpacks and bags scattered around them. Some have unpacked food, others are scribbling on paper, others are simply observing. At the edge of the room, far away from the group, stands CatNap - or rather, both of them. The newly formed, masculine CatNap still stands there somewhat lost, unfamiliar in his new form, while the female CatNap sits quietly next to him. They say nothing, but their eyes occasionally wander to the group - as if they are observing without really being part of it. Poppy and Sophie also stand apart, barely ignoring the tension in the air. It's almost as if they are deliberately trying to make the situation seem as unpleasant as possible. And then there is the group. Bubba writes in his notepad, seemingly incredibly interested in recording the past few hours in minute detail. His eyes sometimes dart to the others, but his hand does not pause. Crafty paints. Calm, focused. Every now and then she takes a sip of water while she talks quietly to Bobby. But Bobby is no longer listening to her - her attention now belongs to the new conversation. Picky eats. Meat, pasta - everything she could salvage from the kitchen methodically disappears onto her fork and then into her mouth. She says nothing, just enjoys her food while the conversations around her come to life. Hoppy stretches, occasionally takes a sip of water and discusses something trivial with Kickin - until Kickin throws the question out loud. "Are you hinting at something?" Bubba raises an eyebrow. "Kickin?" "What, me?!" Kickin laughs innocently. "Nah... but what could I be hinting at?" A few of the critters exchange glances. "Well..." Bobby leans forward slightly, her voice almost gushy. "They went away to talk, and I mean... DogDay and Y/N, the whole dynamic between them-" "Oh my God, Bobby..." Hoppy rolls his eyes. "I'm just saying!" Bobby raises her hands defensively. "She'll probably cheer him up after everything that's happened," Crafty murmurs, her voice low. "I don't think he's doing too well." A brief moment of silence. Even Picky stops eating for a moment. Sometimes, in all the chaos, you almost forget the conditions under which Y/N came here. What he must have gone through before they even got to know him. They only know bits and pieces. But it is enough to imagine that his life was anything but easy. "Still," mumbles Kickin, "the guy really shows his weak side a lot." A few of the critters give him incredulous looks, but he just shrugs his shoulders. "I'm serious. Always this anxiety, always this stuttering... I understand that he's been through sh@t, but we all have our problems somewhere. He could really do with some-" "Kickin." Bubba's voice cuts sharply through the room. The big elephant barely raises his head and continues to write quietly in his notepad, but his words carry weight. "Leave him alone. In case you haven't noticed - he has no choice." Kickin snorts softly but says nothing more. "Besides..." Bobby leans forward, her voice curious. "You were the one who beat him up, weren't you?" The sentence just falls like that. Reckless. But it hits like a hammer blow. The air in the room changes immediately. A few of the Critters turn slowly to Kickin, others look at each other as if they've heard something they'd rather have forgotten. Kickin freezes. His gaze narrows slightly, as if he is considering whether to deny it. But it's no use - they all know. And suddenly the conversation feels completely different. --- 
  You can hardly breathe.
 Not because you're afraid. But because it feels so good. The world around you becomes blurred - the metallic walls, the muffled hum of the plant in the distance, all of this exists only at the edge of your consciousness. All that matters is her. DogDay. Her body presses you gently but firmly against the cold wall of the small, closed-off toilet. Her lips are pressed against yours, hot, demanding, and every contact sends a fire through your body that you can barely comprehend. Her grip is firm, strong, as if she could hold you in place with her mere presence. And then you feel her hands. Long, strong arms that rest against your legs, their claws barely noticeable through the fabric of your clothes. Part of you is still trying to understand what she wants to do - but then you hear her. 
  "Jump."
 Her voice is low, rough, but there is something in it - a sparkle, a slight tremor that reveals how much she’s enjoying this moment. Your heart hammers against your chest and for a split second you hesitate. But then you do it. You push yourself slightly off the ground and her hands are immediately there. One large, firm hand grabs you under the thigh, then the other. Her grip is effortless, as if it takes no effort for her to hold you. A strangled sound escapes you as she presses you harder against the wall. The warmth between you is almost overwhelming. Your chest rises and falls quickly, your whole body feels like it's on fire. Small traces of drool collect at the corners of your mouth, but you don't care. Everything just feels too much. Your hands find their way up, automatically clasping the back of her neck - out of instinct, out of overwhelm, out of something you can't quite grasp. And then you feel it. How her grip tightens around you. The way she touches you lightly, her warm breath against your skin. And then... Then you feel it. How one of her hands slowly slides off your thigh, moves over your waist, higher, until her warm paw presses against your chest. DogDay's hands are huge. More than twice as big as yours. Just knowing that she can hold you so easily, move you so easily - that her power would have you completely in her control with a single grip - sends a wave of heat through your body. Her fingers spread out, embracing almost your entire chest. A gentle, careful stroke. A tingling sensation that runs through your ribs, so light that you barely feel it. But your body reacts instinctively. A sound escapes you - softly, unintentionally, barely more than a breathy moan. DogDay does not freeze. She seizes the moment. Just as the sound passes your lips, you feel it - something warm and rough slowly sliding along your upper lip. Her tongue. Your body flinches slightly, but you don't fight back. 
  How could you?
 You are overwhelmed, overstimulated, your mind can barely keep up. Everything feels too intense - her grip, her body, her heat. And then she continues. Her tongue pushes into your mouth, feels its way over yours, demands its place. It is big, strong, its taste is warm and strange and yet so captivating that you can't help but drift away. Your hands tighten slightly on her hoodie, your breathing is shallow, your chest rises and falls in a rhythm that is far too fast. Sweat beads on your forehead, a single drop trickles down your temple. Your body is burning. Your pants are too tight, your muscles tense, and as you try to push against her kiss - just to get some air - she pulls away. But only for a moment. Just long enough for you to gasp for air. "I know what she did." Her words hit you harder than you expected. You blink. DogDay's voice is deep, almost rough, and you can feel it - she is no longer holding back completely. "At the school..." She lowers her head slightly so that her forehead touches yours. "She used you." The words become deeply rooted in you. You are so befuddled by her, by everything, that it takes you a moment to understand her. She means CatNap. Not the creature, not the monster - but the other. The one you thought you might have as a friend. The one who took you in a moment of weakness without asking. A tremor runs through your body. DogDay seems to feel it. And she reacts immediately. Her grip tightens, her body presses even tighter against yours, as if she wants to erase every feeling but herself from you. 
  Then she bites.
 A shock of pain and heat jolts through you as her teeth gently dig into the crook of your neck. Not strong enough to really hurt. Just enough to make you feel that she is here. That she holds you. That she is not like her. Her tongue glides over the bite marks, warm and demanding, while your whole body trembles under her touch. Your knees threaten to give way. You've known for a long time that your pants are damp. That your body wants it, that this moment completely engulfs you. You want to say something - anything - but when you open your mouth, only a sound comes out. An uncontrolled, overwhelmed moan. You immediately close your mouth again, your face becomes hot, even hotter than before. But DogDay doesn't stop there. She looks at you. Her eyes sparkle, her chest slowly rises, her breath warmly touches your skin. Then her gaze wanders downwards. She notices it. DogDay's gaze wanders downwards, slowly, meaningfully. Her eyes narrow slightly, and then she lifts her head, her breath heavy and warm against your skin. "I..." Your voice shakes, words blurring in your head as your mind floods with the heat and the moment. "I killed two mini-critters of Kickin-" You don’t get any further. DogDay's lips close your mouth again, but this time it's different. No more gentle approach, no more hesitation. She wants you. Her tongue penetrates your mouth, feeling its way over yours, exploring, claiming space, while her grip on you becomes even tighter. She holds you in position as if she won't let you escape this moment. Not that you wanted to. A muffled, faint sound escapes you, half smothered by her kiss. Your legs tremble, your body burns, the heat between you becomes almost suffocating. 
  "I don't care."
 Her words come hoarsely, low, barely more than a harsh murmur as her lips seek yours again. Her hands move at your sides, slowly, noticeably, while she presses herself even closer against you. You moan - not intentionally, not deliberately, but your body gives in. DogDay changes her game. Her lips leave your mouth only to settle in a new place - your neck. A sharp intake of breath escapes you as she bites. Not strong, just enough to make you feel her marking you. A tingling sensation runs through your body, twitching across your skin like an electrical impulse. She moves slowly, letting her teeth linger just a moment longer in your skin before she runs her tongue over it - warm, soothing, before working her way back up and kissing you again. 
  And you?
 You no longer understand anything. You don't understand these feelings, this tingling, this pressure in your chest that takes your breath away. But you know that your body is about to give in. And DogDay feels it. Her movements slow down. Her lips pull back, her grip remains firm, but she pauses. She can see it in your heavy breathing, in your half-closed eyes, in the slight uncertainty in your gaze. You’re at your limit. Slowly she lets you down, but her arms remain tightly wrapped around you, as if she knows that you can barely hold yourself up. But this time she doesn't kiss you anymore. This time she leaves no new bite marks. She knows you're about to pass out - and she can't take that risk. Not if she had to explain it to everyone later. Not if she wants to keep this moment for you. She lifts your chin slightly with a claw, forcing you to look her in the eye. "Is that enough of an answer for you?" You can't answer. Your head is empty, your body too weak, your breathing too heavy. All you can do is look at her - and smile stupidly. Completely exhausted. Completely lost in it. DogDay laughs softly, a dark, contented sound. "Well..." She strokes your cheek with her thumb, her gaze intense but softer than before. "Then let's go back…My Angel" You nod slowly, without really thinking. But as you start moving again, while you try to calm your body, a single thought settles in your head: Perhaps there is more than just agony, death and blood in this factory after all. But what awaits you is far worse than anything before.
  
  

    
      
        
        
          Wow... holy sh@t.Before anything else-I have never written a scene like this before. Seriously, never. The most I had done up until now was that kiss scene a few chapters back, and even that wasn't particularly detailed. But this? This felt like a whole new level!I'd love to hear your thoughts-not just on the chapter as a whole, but specifically on that scene. Like I said, this was my very first attempt at writing something like this, so let me know if you think it worked!The chapter actually started off relatively calm-or wait, who am I kidding? Not even three words in, and we're already talking about death and suffering. But hey, that's kind of what this story was built for, right? Still, I'm glad Y/N is finally getting some kind of affection. Up until now, it's been nothing but pain, torture, and trauma.Anyway, let me know what you think!Thanks for reading!'
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