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.
He sat on the dusty floor. "I'm not good at staying inside the lines." poppy playtime for free
Leo froze. He’d seen the footage of CatBees ripping security guards apart. He knew the teeth under that stitched smile were real. He slowly raised his GrabPack, orange hand primed. Its bee-striped torso was torn, stuffing leaking like