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Its bee-striped torso was torn, stuffing leaking like cotton snow. One of its cat ears was gone, revealing a sparking servo. But its single, large, mismatched eye was focused intently on a piece of paper. It hummed its tuneless song as it dragged a crayon across the page.

"P-p-please," the CatBee buzzed, its voice a warped recording of a little girl's voice. "The others… they are hungry. But I am not hungry. I am lonely ." poppy playtime for free

They colored in silence for three minutes. Leo drew a clumsy sun. CatBee drew a flower. It was the most peaceful three minutes of Leo’s life in this hell. Its bee-striped torso was torn, stuffing leaking like

It slowly, deliberately, turned its paper to face him. On it was a crude drawing: a stick figure with a boxy chest (his GrabPack), standing next to a smaller figure with wings and stripes. Above them, a single word, written in shaky, child-like letters: It hummed its tuneless song as it dragged