CatNap
Its elongated limbs stretch impossibly far in the dark. The crimson mist it exhales guarantees a sleep from which you will never wake. It watches from the vents.
DogDay
Once the bright leader of the pack, now a hollowed-out husk. It crawls relentlessly, driven by a twisted loyalty to the shadows. The barking sounds wrong now.
Bobby BearHug
Her embrace was meant to comfort. Now, her arms are a cage of matted fur and splintered bone, squeezing tighter and tighter until the screaming stops completely.
Bubba Bubbaphant
A towering behemoth of decaying plush. It possesses an unnatural memory, especially remembering the scent and fear of those who tried, and failed, to run away.
CraftyCorn
Obsessed with the color red. When she ran out of paint in the art room, she found a much more abundant, warmer source to finish her grotesque masterpiece.
KickinChicken
The fastest of them all, but its movements are completely erratic. You can hear the unnatural snapping of its joints echoing down the halls as it sprints toward you in the dark.
PickyPiggy
Her appetite became insatiable after the facility closed. The friendly picnics turned into a bloody, grotesque feast, and unfortunately, you're the main course.
Hoppy Hopscotch
She leaps from the ceiling, completely silent until the exact moment she lands. The heavy, crushing impact of her weight is the very last thing you'll ever hear.