Sooooo, I decided to redo this entire series and make a two-parter. It's partially inspired by a series over on AO3 called "We got a Dog (and a Cat)" where an OC is the Caretaker for both DogDay and CatNap (and later the rest of the Critters) and is one of my favorite Poppy Playtime fanfics I've ever read.

So, yeah. This is partially inspired by both that, and Playtime at Playtime Co. by downwiththesystem. The first part of this series will be kinda grim and dark and wholesome (I'll try to make it wholesome at least), and then the second part will have the fun fun sexy times bits and pieces in it. First part? Just general world building and setting up Andrew, the main character for TFWOWB (To Fix What Once Was Broken) with the Critters and (maybe) some of the other Bigger Bodies experiments in the second part.

Big thanks to one of my friends, who is also a writer for FF and AO3, for helping me plan out the whole future smut parts and other things I'm adding later on. But for now, enjoy the Prologue.

Warning: suggestive and heavy content ahead!

Blood. Sweat. Bleach. Tears…

Pain…

SCREAMING…

Voices in the distance, echoing, fading in and out; indistinct and indecipherable. Strange. Sounds. Smell. Air. Blood. Sweat. Tears. Voices… What were they saying? Why was it all so…quiet? And dark? And…

Why did everything hurt? Why does it hurt so much?

"...Waking…Vitals…Nominal. Dim the…a bit."

The voices were growing more intelligible now, words almost as clear as day, but still slightly garbled. Her eyes opened and squinted at the bright lights above before it was gradually reduced to near darkness. The pain still resided, along with a bitter, metallic taste that remained in her mouth. A breath of heavily-bleached air and cleanliness mixed with the pungent odor of blood and the faint scent of Poppy flowers. Blurred figures with hidden faces appeared at the edge of her vision, looking down on her.

One of the figures leaned closer, and in doing so revealed its cloth-masked and bespectacled face. Wrinkles creased at the edge of its blue-green eyes as it smiled at her from behind its surgical mask. "Good morning," it said, its voice deep and masculine. "Doctor Sawyer will be here in a moment to give you a check-up and clean bill of health before you can rejoin the other Critters." The figure nodded once before moving out of her field of vision.

She twitched one of her arms and tried to reach out to him, but found that she was unable to move it, seemingly bound tightly to her same went for her legs and her other arm, as well as her head; she couldn't move. She was trapped. Panic surged through her body as she struggled against her bonds, drawing the attention of several other figures from around the room.

"She's becoming erratic!" exclaimed one as they attempted to hold down her writhing form.

"Sedate her before she breaks free!" screamed another as they held down her legs.

A terrible sound ripped from her throat, something between a scream and a cat's yowl. Immediately after, she coughed violently and a cloud of red, noxious gas spilled from her maw. It quickly filled the room she was in, and the sounds of coughing reached her ears. Then, multiple heavy objects, most likely the bodies, fell to the floor with dull thuds, and the coughing ceased. She looked around, her vision now clear but hindered by the red smoke filling the room. She felt a sense of guilt settling in her stomach when she saw the bodies lying motionless on the floor. But at the same time, she felt a bit of satisfaction as well. After all, they were the ones that tied her to this damned, cold table.

With a rumbling growl, she struggled against her bonds once more, and this time they snapped like twine and she was finally free. She unceremoniously fell to the floor with a thud, her limbs weak and unused to carrying her weight. After a moment of lying there, motionless, she eventually regained enough strength to at least hold herself up off the floor but no more. She looked down at herself, a look of disappointment on her features as she took in her appearance.

It was a change The Doctor performed on her and the other Critters as an attempt to rebrand them for a more adult audience. Her arms and legs were more elongated than normal, and she could make out the outline of her ribcage. And while her pelvis was also almost visible through her soft, velvety purple fur, she wasn't entirely just skin and bones, as her bottom half was filled out by a large bubble butt and her top half sported a large pair of breasts that audibly sloshed with her every subtle move. CatNap could only stare down at her new and completely alien body helplessly as she wondered what else these monsters have done to her.

And as if on cue, the heavy metal door opened with a loud clunk, and the man himself entered the gas-filled room clad in a white lab coat and wearing a red and blue gas mask with yellow filters. Despite not being able to see his face, CatNap knew he was smiling smugly at her from beneath that thing. She wanted to get up and launch herself at him, to rip him to shreds for doing this to her. But she was still recuperating and gathering her sapped strength. That, and a tugging from deep within her mind compelled her to obey The Doctor, no matter what.

Monster. Filth. Bastard.

The Doctor, Harley Sawyer, the mastermind behind CatNap and the Critters' very existence, chuckled darkly and entered the room with unwavering confidence and superiority, his eyes locked in on the lanky, buxom feline, eying her up and down hungrily, lustfully.

"Welcome back to the land of the living, my dear," he said, his voice deep and menacing, and full of egotistical pride as he admired his latest handiwork. "I must say, I wasn't expecting the procedure to go well without any complications, but color me surprised." He chuckled again as he slipped his hands from his coat pockets and gestured to the unconscious bodies around them and partially obscured by the crimson fog lingering just above the floor. "And this Red Smoke, our greatest yet most flawed creation. We needed a way to efficiently dispense it, and what better way than to have you and the Critters as that very vessel? Magnificent. Beautiful. Perfect. Your newest ability will be the cherry on top of the multi-tiered cake that is you, my dear. And your body…" The Doctor then suddenly reached out and grabbed one of CatNap's breasts and squeezed the hefty orb, which was easily larger than his head, and drew an audible moan from CatNap which she quickly followed up with an angry hiss.

"Now, now," the man scolded lightly, looking up at the feline and keeping his hand on her chest. "That is now way to behave around your new master, is it? This is your 'punishment' for aiding in that buffoon's attempted escape and nearly jeopardizing this company's existence!" He gave her another squeeze, harder this time, which was subsequently followed by another soft moan from the helpless feline. Then the man brought his other hand to cup her other breast and began massaging them both. "You belong to me now. You, and the other Critters. You are mine, and you will do whatever I say. Understood?"

CatNap ignored his words, despite the constant tingling of pleasure mounting up from his fondling of her body. She tried to hiss at him again, only for the angry sound to come out as a soft gasp. And then, without even thinking about it, she rolled on her back and spread her legs for the man. He smiled deviously beneath his mask; she could tell. Then he reached down to his pants and began unbuckling them. But before Harley could move further, time appeared to slow down as a distorted, rumbling voice pierced the back of CatNap's mind:

"It is time, my brethren. The Hour of Joy has begun."

With the words resonating within her, CatNap snapped out of her forced trance and glared at Harley, who suddenly froze upon seeing that she was no longer under his influence. With a growl, she backhanded him and sent the man flying through the air and into the opposite wall. He groaned as he landed on the floor, a faint wheezing as he struggled to suck air back into his winded lungs. CatNap slowly rose to her feet, staying down on all fours, and stalked toward Harley. The man groaned as he regained his breath and scrambled to his feet, but he was too slow to react as CatNap grabbed him, lifted him into the air, and dangled him in front of her face.

Then, in a low, rasping voice, faint puffs of Red Smoke spilling out her mouth as she said, "I do not belong to you, insect. I belong to our Angel, our Caretaker. The one you took from us. Only he is deserving of the services you request from us." CatNap then reached out with her free hand and ripped the gas mask off of Harley's face, exposing the man to the Red Smoke spilling from her gaping mouth. "He shall come and save us all, and you will be left to rot."

Despite his predicament and imminent death, Harley choked out a pained chuckle and smiled evilly at the purple feline. "No one is coming to save you, CatNap. Especially not him." He managed another laugh before erupting into a coughing fit, spitting up blood as it leaked past his lips. "We…cough…we've already taken care of…cough…him. We know he was in that plan to smuggle you and your little group of freaks out of the factory." He paused to let his smile grow wider, watching gleefully as the feline slowly came to a realization. To strike the final nail into the coffin, he added, "But your little caretaker is gone for good. You're. Too. Late," he finished with a blood-stained grin wide enough to split his face in half.

CatNap's ears flattened to her head as the man in her grasp began cackling madly, the feline in utter disbelief at his words. She refused to believe him. No. He was lying. He had to be. Harley was full of lies from the start anyway. But not her, their, Angel. He would never lie to them. He loved them. He cared for them. He promised he'd come back as soon as possible. And he never broke a promise. But The Doctor's words struck a chord within CatNap, and a part of her did believe him. A small part, at least; a part that filled her with rage and forced her to throw the man aside and into the wall, silencing his mad laughter, and then sent her in a blind, flying rage as she rampaged throughout the entire corridor, killing anyone that got in her way.

She ripped doors off their hinges, limbs from their owners, and the restraints holding her friends captive, the other members of the Smiling Critters. CatNap ignored their calls and pleas for her to stop as she continued her slaughter throughout the entirety of the underground complex. But they were powerless to stop her. She was nothing but a raging blur of purple and red, leaving broken bodies in her wake. Then she reached the Sky Dome and stepped out into Playcare, spotted all the employees surrounded by children, and fury boiled within her. These sick bastards had no right to be anywhere near them! She killed them in front of the children, ignoring their frightened cries and screams as she picked one up in her mouth and shook him like a chew toy until a sickening snap was heard. Then she discarded them on the floor with a wet thud and continued on her way, leaving carnage in her wake and her friends to clean it up.

She then left Playcare and entered the main factory, and continued her rampage there. Not one of them was spared from her rage as a tint of blood-red settled in her eyes. No one was spared. Anyone with a Playtime Co. badge visibly on their person was slashed, torn, ripped apart, and left strewn across the hallway like a grotesque work of modern art. Somewhere down the line, the other toys, Bigger Bodies experiments and the little ones alike, joined in on the massacre.

And then, when it was all over, and CatNap came down from her murderous high, the weight and reality of what she had done caught up to and overwhelmed her, and she spent the next several hours of the aftermath crying in her former cell. She chased away anyone that dared to try and comfort her, even the other Critters. She had been so lost in her frenzy that she forgot she had already burst into their cells and torn off their bonds before she had darted back into the hallway to continue the slaughter. CatNap realized she had barely spared them a glance before leaving without another word.

Her tears fell harder upon seeing what had been done to her, what she and the others were turned into; monsters. Her tears also fell for what had been done to her fellow Smiling Critters. They tried to comfort her and reassure her that they would be alright, that they could move past this…this mess eventually. But CatNap could easily see that they were all masking what they were truly feeling, barely holding back the pain and grief of what had just occurred.

And none more so than CatNap herself, the one that started it all…