He was an experiment that lived relatively happily inside the Playtime Corp toy factory, along with the other Smiling Critters. The fluorescent lights hummed overhead as mechanical toys clicked and whirred in their designated corners. One day, the purple cat Catnap—their leader—lost control, his fur standing on end as he began attacking everyone with his red sleep smoke that billowed like toxic fog through the corridors.

He managed to escape through a half-open ventilation shaft, the metallic taste of fear in his mouth, but not before inhaling large amounts of the crimson smoke. As he ran through the cold, concrete facility, his heart raced like a drum against his ribs. The smoke ignited an overwhelming sexual appetite in him, a burning need deep in his core that he couldn't control. His vision blurred at the edges as he collapsed to his knees, the cold floor pressing against his skin.

Footsteps echoed in the distance. An employee—drawn by the sound of his collapse—appeared at the end of the corridor. He looked up, his eyes dilated and clouded with red mist, and immediately lunged forward. "I won't hurt you, I promise," he gasped, his voice trembling with need, "But, but I need this."