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The Sun meets an Eclipse

Summary:

Please be warn, this fic has cannibalism, and unhealthy relationships. While not explored, or explain in detail, is still meant to be uncomfortable.
If you can't handle that, scroll past.
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Deep in The factory, sits Playcare, how did they manage to survive so long?

Notes:

As stated, this fic has cannibalism, and unhealthy relationships.

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Chapter 1: Dog in a Birdcage, Cat with a Key

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Deep inside the factory, the onsight orphanage sat abandoned, the perfect birdcage of death and decay, left to rot and collapse, as the only living creatures resort to cannibalism and murder to survive.

 

Creatures who wonder, barely surviving hunger, as it cramps and burns in their guts, picking fights when they can, and backing off when survival is more important than food. 

 

Inside this perfect cage, was a dog, a larger dog, towering over the others, a species of pure strength, and survival, as he ran through abandoned halls, giggles and patterns of plush feet against ripped padded floors. 

 

His voice was pants and rough, as he ran, turning and sliding through halls, and slides, as he ran down and down play tunnels of once bright colors.

They sat abandoned, empty of children’s laughter, of their joy, as the dog trips, hitting the floor, with an off.

He pants, frowning softly, as his eyes blur with tears, using his arms to drag his body up, trying to get up when a mass hits his back, pinning him down.

The world felt darker, as the dog was pinned, tired and oh so hungry, stomach rolling with pain, as hunger pings more.

He whines, as a thud hits the ground, a voice dark, airy, yet holding so much power.

Eat. Or die

Simple, three words, and yet they brought a chill down the dog’s spine, as he looked up, white eyes taking in the corpse, the once white plush now bloody and dirty from the lack of care.

“C-crafty…”

Eat

He sniffled, and cried, as the paw on his back loosen, letting the dog slip up, kneeling, as tears rolled down his brownish cheeks, a paw reaching towards the food, his friend! His dead friend!

He cries, sobbing as he uses claws to rip into the flesh of her arm, before bringing it to his mouth and eating.

The process lasted a minute, the slow torture, as the dog ripped flesh, and ate away, crying and sobbing.

Good

“... She… Was our friend…”

She was a heretic, just like the others”

And the cat was gone, the tail slowly leaving from the door.

Dogday sobbed, crushed with the weight of his sins.