"Huh, wha- OH MY FREAKING GAWD!!!" Gabriel shouted as he whirled around. He immediately felt sick to his stomach when he saw who was speaking to him. Covered in orange and yellow fur, a canine plush figure was strung up by his arms and wrists like he was Jesus Christ on the cross. However, the lower half of his body was gone. Blood dripped from the open wound and guts hung out. A belt was wrapped around the dog's midriff, keeping everything from falling out. A sun pendant hung from his neck, a clue as to who he was.

This was Dogday, the leader of the Smiling Critters.

"You've come to save us," Dogday remarked, raising his head. His eyes were dark and soulless, like he had lost the will to live. This seemed to be true as the orange dog gazed down at his bloody midriff and whimpered, "Not much to save here, not anymore..."

"What happened to you?" Gabriel asked, daring to step closer. He was now standing in the doorway of Dogday's cell. The plush dog seemed to ignore the human's question in favor of going on with his soliloquy, "That thing... Catnap... the Prototype is his god, and this is what he does to heretics..."

"Dogday, I'm so sorry-" Gabriel started to speak. He found himself interrupted yet again by Dogday as he continued, "The others, we tried to fight it... the Prototype's control... I am the last of the Smiling Critters..." Lifting his head, he rasped, "Listen to me... you need to leave this place... you need to LIVE-"

"Okay, that's enough big guy. You're coming with me," it was Gabriel's turn to interrupt Dogday. Walking up to the orange dog, the middle aged man started undoing the straps that held him up. Dogday, meanwhile, protested, "No Angel! You must go, leave me! It's for the best." Freeing one arm, Gabriel started working on the other limb, "With all due respect, please shut up. I'm saving your life."

"But I am not worthy of saving!" Dogday cried, dramatically waving his freed arm. Jesus Christ, what was this dude's deal? Gabriel opened his mouth to say something to the plush toy when he heard it. The scratching and the small footsteps. They were coming. By the looks of it, Dogday had heard them too. The pair looked up at the one corner where the noise was loudest. A moment later, a little Craftycorn plush appeared at the hole. There was nothing but hunger in those eyes. Everything grew quiet. Then Dogday broke the silence.

"GET ME THE BLAZES OUT OF HERE!!!"