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How the Bigger Bodies Smiling Critters Died (head canons)

Alright so I R E A L L Y wanna talk about how I think the Smiling Critters perished in Poppy Playtime

Cw: mentions of (sorta) cannibalism, torture, accidental suicide, self-harm, addiction in terms of The Red Smoke

this is gonna be r e a l l y long, so strap in y'all

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Bubba Bubbaphant

"I'm Bubba Bubbaphant! ...Hey! I remember you!" "An elephant always remembers!" "Want to know what I remember about you...?" This character is pretty much the nerd emoji of the Smiling Critters. He's really smart, and, as he stated in his cardboard cut-out dialogue, has a really good memory. Although I can't really see that being put into play of his actual death, I can see that this last bit of information he stated (before just spiraling out of control) can be connected to our character. (Our character is an ex-worker and is always greeted with distain by the major antagonists, which leads me to believe that we have actively, or at least indirectly, participated in the child/worker experimentation/conversion based on what Bubba says. Although in his last bit of "dialogue", he's screaming quite loudly as if he was in major agony, but also laughing, as if he was ingesting something that caused great harm to his mentality and body, but since he's had it so many times before to the point where he actively begs to have more, it's agonizing, but also "heavenly." Therefore I think his cause of death would be due to him trying to escape during The Hour of Joy, but was eventually caught by CatNap and his use of The Red Smoke. In the Smiling Critters cartoon, all the critters are struggling to go to sleep because of how scared they were of the storm outside. However, once CatNap enters, they all practically light up with such disturbing happiness. Bubba is the first one to beg him to "help them go to sleep". Fast forward to The Hour of Joy, CatNap must've used his addiction against him to keep him sorta in place so he could kill him.

KickenChicken

"Hey! I'm KickenChicken! Wanna go outside and hang out?" "It's lookin' pretty rad outside!" "I've...never been outside before..." "Will you come with me? I'm scared..." "Here, follow me. I-I'll step out first..." Here, I used to think that he had barricaded himself along with some of the other critters somewhere safe inside the Playcare during The Hour of Joy, and he decided to step outside once all the humans were finally killed. Once he did, CatNap found him and killed him for his disobedience towards his god. But a recent theory sorta convinced me otherwise. I still believe in my own theory, but I also support the fact that KickenChicken could've also been one of the first toys to reach an exit to the outside world. But, once he and the other critter tried to step outside, he got killed by the Prototype.

Picky Piggy

"Hi there! I'm Picky Piggy! Let's eat!" "Roast beef? Delicious!" "Grilled chicken? Down the hatch!" "Seared elephant? Yum!" "Flayed unicorn? Mmm!" "Still hungry... Hey, what do you say you and I be friends?" (This one actually scares the hell out of me, i love it) And it's pretty obvious too, for the most part. I believe that Picky was separated by the other critters during The Hour of Joy, and ended up with nothing to eat for a long time. She ended up wandering aimlessly throughout the factory and eventually came across the corpses of her dead friends. Saddened, but desperate for food, she ate her friends' corpses as soon as she came along them, but all that effort soon went to waste as she eventually died of starvation, a constant theme throughout Poppy Playtime.

Hoppy Hopscotch

"I'm Hoppy Hopscotch! Wanna try hopping to the moon with me?" "On three with me! One... two... three! ...Heh, didn't get very far, did we?" "Again! One, two, three! Nope... still didn't make it." "Listen! This won't stop until we make it to the moon!" "One, two- No, no! Don't look at your feet! None of that matters! Again! Again!" "JUMP! JUUUU-" Yeah this one just makes me really sad, seeing how I think her death most likely would be accidental suicide. In an attempt to escape CatNap or The Prototype or another toy that was hunting them down for food, or maybe just trying to reach somewhere that lead to an exit, she encouraged her friend(s) to jump towards freedom, but due to her impulsive/impatient tendencies, she didn't think it through and ended up falling to her death.

Bobby Bearhug

"Hi! I'm Bobby Bearhug! Wanna know how much I love you?" "I love you to the moooon and back!" "I'm crazy about you." "I'm lost without you." "I've been lost a long time..." "Please, take me with you this time...!" "You won't leave me, will you??" Bobby loves everyone and everything, unconditionally. So, when The Hour of Joy occurred, she naturally felt terrified and wanted to stick close by with her friends as they tried to find a way out of the factory after that day. This might also be in relation to DogDay and Picky as well. DogDay probably shooed them away in attempt to save them from CatNap, and while the massacre occurred, Picky got lost during all the chaos. Them being her friends, she was greatly distraught by this, but soon forced herself to go along with who was left. That was when she probably witness some of their deaths: Bobby being lured by the Red Smoke and eventually killed, Kicken getting killed by either CatNap or The Protoype, Hoppy falling to her death, being scared away by CraftyCorn (I'll get to her later).

"Take me with you this time!" I believe this line was spawned from DogDay's actions. Since he was the leader of their group, she, along with the other critters, looked up to him. Perhaps Bobby believed if he has taken all of them with him, she wouldn't have ended up all alone. She eventually ended up all alone, turned to madness by loneliness as she always thought about the events that made her friends leave her. After a long time of wandering and losing hope, bit by bit as each day passed, she died of starvation.

CraftyCorn

"H-Hi, I'm CraftyCorn. Will you help me with my painting? Pass me the blue, please!" "Thanks! Now, will you give me some red?" "More red, please!" "Out...? But, w-we can't be out." "You're hiding more red from me... I know you are..." "GIVE IT HERE!" "There, now that's much better!" Despite CraftyCorn's established gentle and caring personality, both would be thrown away for the sake of keeping her creative juices flowing. She always loves everything artistic, so she also most likely uses it as a coping mechanism (and that's also seen in the Smiling Critter's cartoon, where CraftyCorn is drawing on multiple pages while still being scared of the storm outside). I believe she also witnessed some of her friends' deaths along with Bobby Bearhug, and, as her way of coping, she just tries drawing and drawing and painting and painting her worries away. But while her urges to cope may last, drawing materials do not for long, and she eventually runs out. This causes her to turn to panic, as she thinks she'll have to finally face reality that her friends are gone, but she's not ready, so she desperately tires to find more art materials, mostly the color red (because that's the most of what she's been seeing since The Hour of Joy). So, in a blind, maddened dismay, she attacks her friends and uses their blood for painting, piling on unimaginable guilt for hurting her friends, the very thing she was trying not to make herself realize.

Now as for her death. Her remaining friend(s) probably ended up leaving her for the sake of their own safety. She doesn't realize this, because again, she's so deep in her own distractions that she's lost touch with reality, until she finally runs out of red again. She desperately tries to find more, but can't extract any from an outside source. So she uses her own blood as paint. She extracts her blood, runs out, extracts again, runs out again, extracts again, runs out again, over and over until she finally harms herself to the point of dying from blood loss.

DogDay

"DogDay says... fetch!" "Go, go! As far as you can!" "Why are you...just standing there?" "You can't be here. You can't stay..." As I said earlier, DogDay must have helped his friends escape from CatNap's hunting ground and the main killing areas during The Hour of Joy. He realizes that CatNap holds a burning rage for him and his friends for not going along with The Prototypes control, and drives them out somewhere where he thinks they'll be safe. But he then told them that he couldn't go with them, because as the leader of the Smiling Critters, and holding a deep love for his friends, he felt the need to sacrifice himself so they can be safe.

Once they were away, he goes and finds CatNap. Since I believe that DogDay was once a worker for Playtime Co., I don't think he remembers his past. Therefore, he truly believes that he is DogDay, and that the Smiling Critters, including CatNap, have been friends for a lifetime. He believes that his friend is still in there, not seeing the fact that CatNap remembers exactly who he is and how he became this way, including why he worships The Prototype. DogDay tries to convince CatNap to remember all the good times they had (even though, with the Big Bodies version of the cast, CatNap was particularly distant from the rest of the Smiling Critters, since I assume they're also workers). Of course, this doesn't work, and CatNap attempts to kill him.

However, I believe that DogDay had escaped and went to look for his friends once he was at a safe distance. But this is FAR after the events of his friends' deaths, so one by one he comes across his friends' corpses, personally seeing the horrors of after The Hour of Joy "I'm...the last of the Smiling Critters...." (what he says before his own death)

After years of losing so much hope, seeing that none of his friends survived the horrors of the factory, DogDay doesn't see the point in trying to escape. If his friends didn't make it, what was the point? And, during his most vulnerable, this is how CatNap eventually ends up finding him. He gained some sick pleasure into see this heretic suffer, but he felt that he needed more misery, by kidnapping him and torturing him by cutting off his legs and feeding them to the mini critters, and stringing him up in the prison where he's slowly eaten by The Prototype's worshippers.

Still, he holds onto what sanity he has left from his interactions with Poppy (who I believe he ran into while he was wandering the Factory), and believed that an angel will bring them salvation.

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That's about it! Hope you guys enjoyed!!

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MY DOGDAY HEADCANONS!!! (Because I haven't posted anything in a while-)

-In canon universe, he despises and is absolutely terrified of the Ruined Critters back in the Playhouse

-He has a pretty good platonic relationship with Kissy and Poppy (although with Poppy, it's a lot more professional-like)

-Before he was turned into DogDay, he was a 20-year-old intern with Playtime Co. and would act as a helper at Playtime Co.'s school. With him being an adult, he wouldn't remember his life before becoming DogDay

-His real name is Max (last name unknown)

-His full form makes him 9.5 ft tall (I adopted that headcanon from a post i saw on Reddit!)

-Even after learning he was once human, he still sees the Smiling Critters as his best friends

-He's pretty bad at cooking, and can really only make one thing (warm noodle soup; he's not comfortable with making chicken noodle soup because it reminds him of KickinChicken), and that's only because he also liked tending to the sick children

-DogDay/Max has a tendency to revert to his caretaker impulses sometimes, sorta acting like an overprotective father (it's literally ingrained in his brain at this point)

-Panics at the sight of CatNap, any ruined critter, belts, and prison settings

-Despite his rough and sorta stern exterior, he's still incredibly soft and compassionate, but that side is only reserved for those he's sworn to protect

-He was one of the only toys who managed to refuses The Prototype's demand for then to participate in The Hour of Joy

-During The Hour of Joy, DogDay/Max helped in rounding up the children to a safe place

-He isn't good at cooking, but he's surprisingly talented at doing hair (mostly pigtails and brushing through bedheads)

-Before The Hour of Joy, he often resided in the School Facility, helping out with assignments and playing with kids, even keeping those who tend to sit by themselves company. This earned him to be many of the kids' favorite

-He only knows how to draw the way the children would (brightly colored crayons, stick figures, any of the sort. It's his comfort hobby) (and here are some sketches of him- hEH-)

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ANOTHER mother update

Hey

So

Being completely honest here, I'm really sorry I haven't updated anything. I feel like I'll be more active during the summertime, but that is a BIIIIG 'if' (in terms of general requests and all that).

In short, college is taking up a huge part of a schedule, and I haven't really gotten time to write anything that isn't related to class. My mental health is also taking a liiiiitttle bitty bit of a downward spiral (which I am actively trying to sort out), so there's that too. So for those who have requested sometime around March-early April, I do apologize that I haven't fulfilled those yet.

I'm still uper deep into Poppy Playtime tho; probably a lot stronger than ever actually, now that I've played all three games......buuuut I do have a problem with chapter 3's ending (excluding The Hour of Joy tape, that was FANTASTIC)

And in terms of me writing about CatNap - it is going to be strictly platonic (at least with the Bigger Bodies version). Thinking about it more recently, I've come to a conclusion: Theodore has technically aged throughout the timeline, but in terms of his mental/emotional age, I think that is stuck to being around 7-10 years old. So. I'd rather not.. write Bigger Bodies ver CatNap romantically. It just feels too weird for me at this point. But I'll happily write about DogDay in a romantic sense because I d o think he's a worker that's been converted to a toy, sO- (yes, im still a massive simp for DogDay.......)

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I really really loved your DogDay fic (like a lot), so I thought I'd request a DogDay x player reader fic about the nightmares both of them would more than likely have when this is all over and they've escaped Playtime Co, and how they'd try to be there for each other when they happen.

Black curtains smothered their view. (Y/n)'s body was light. Someone must have carried them from the sweet warm hug of their mattress and into the shadowing atmosphere. Fabric rippled and swayed gently just barely beneath their falling figure, separating inches before contact... And so, falling past the waving curtains that faded harshly into cracking rubble.. Falling past the growing cracks swirling into light pink, stretching tubes and blue fuzzy ropes... Falling into hell's fiery, drifting red smoke through long, thin fingers that cursed away flesh... Elliot's voice welcomed them once again.

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DogDay x Reader Rippling Deja Vu (Part 1)

(WARNING: The following contains scenes of graphic body horror and mutilation)

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Wet spider webs caught them, like a Venus fly trap breaking the fall of a frightened butterfly with a torn wing. A chill ran down their spine, causing them to stir in their sleep, and soon, (Y/n)'s eyes fluttered open. Dim flickering light beamed down them, watching them. Cold goo kissed the back of their neck. They shuddered and pulled themselves up, dragging behind lines of webs connecting them to their new bed. It tugged, urging (Y/n) to fall back into its embrace, until the lines finally broke. They collapsed on freezing tile. When (Y/n) opened their eyes, the first thing they saw were the tattered clothes they wore on the day they entered the gates of hell: a dirty tank top torn at the side and thin jeans caked in dust and dried blood. Their eyes widened. "No...No no no no no....!"

Rapidly swatting off the remaining clinging webs, (Y/n)’s bottom collapsed onto the tiled floor. Their quick and heavy breaths rushed into the dusty cold air, flailing around in tiny clouds before fusing with the hallway’s stretching darkness. After finally casting off the last piece of the web, their hands suddenly went still, trembling in place, then clenching into fists a few times as if they were holding a Grabpack’s trigger.

(Y/n) looked up. Blinking light illuminated parts of the stretching shadow for brief seconds, beckoning them to let them light their way. But they couldn’t move — they wouldn’t dare move. As soon as they’d jump to their feet, something meant to lie still, something first made for play and learning and innocence that then would become a shell for screams and blood and torn flesh, would come after them and pull and dig and prod and eat at each breathing morsel they offered. (Y/n) sat still, very, very, very, very still. 

Then they got up. Their trembling body begging to stay safe under the only working light began to get pulled by marionette strings. (Y/n) started to choke on their cry for help and fought with every atom within them to stop moving, but the blackened jaws had already consumed them. And through all that desperate effort, a pathetic whimper only left their lips. 

GO BACK

RUN

HIDE

HELP

THE HOUR OF JOY

One, then four, then ten, then innumerable warnings laced in trauma appeared under the blinking lights. Blue and red and yellow overlapped with one another, shouting over each other, screaming at a once naive, curious fool. (Y/n)’s body didn’t listen, it just had to see what that gorgeous cherry red light was growing in the distance.

They attempted at another cry for help, but only another quiet muffle sang along with the factory’s distant curling cogs. First wiggling their fingers, then shooting their hands up to their face, (Y/n) felt for a mouth, a hint of lips or drool or just anything, but nothing. Just a blank (s/c) canvas of skin. Their throat erupted in shouts and wails, they even tried pulling at the canvas, and still nothing — the fool had become a shrieking tomb. 

The walls stopped moving, and they looked down to see their legs glued to the floor. 

And the ground began to roar.

Ripples and rumbles threw (Y/n) off their feet and forced them to watch the rear of the hallway. Flickering lights hinted to the devastation’s core; a flash of a human skull protruding from rising, cracking tile, a glimpse of light showing onto its growing body that melted from bone to a curling wet tongue rounding into a pink and blue twirling body, and that blinking, twirling body grew larger as its organs and bones stuck out and into darkened pink, stretching arms, weaving through a monstrous ribcage, tying together blue and purple fur and paws with ravaging whetted claws, growing and growing and growing against the cracking floor and screaming walls, growing and growing and growing and growing and growing

until it stopped.

And the human skull twisted, slowly rotating on its spinal column. Curling all the way around, blood rained from inside the splitting bone, emitting an appalling crackling echo as bits of it snapped off onto the ground. One of them hit the fool in the forehead. Finally, it stopped once completing its orbit.

It stared at (Y/n), and (Y/n) couldn’t help but stare back at it. Naked teeth and unblinking empty eye sockets, sloshing pulsating guts and creaking legs. They wanted to run, to hide, anything to stay as far away as that thing as possible. Its mouth opened, and its jaw stretched down and down and down toward the floor, bits of bone snapping and muscle from beneath bulging from the holes and stretching and stretching and its teeth reached to the ground and dug underneath the tile. 

It stopped. It winced. It pushed forward, claws scraping against the tile as its mouth excavated gathering tile, making the walls and ceiling screech such a deafening bawl. Faster it crawled, right down the hall, right towards (Y/n).

Right as glowing dots of life awoken in those empty sockets, they regained control of their body again. They scrambled onto their feet and bolted down the hallway. 

“A……?”

The hallway seemed to curl in on itself, but that didn’t stop them. (Y/n) so desperately wanted to cover their ears from that godforsaken screech but they couldn’t risk it. They just had to make their legs push faster, no matter how much they ached or cramped or were being sucked into the earth-

“..An…l….”

They were slowing down. Something of a thousand pounds became attached to their ankles and drove them into the melting floor. They yelped and fell right onto burning slosh, howling in pain and immediately yanking themselves up. Pained gasps and whines heaved from their lips, and they looked back to see the boiling floor had engulfed their legs, spreading up to their calf. (Y/n) spotted sections of their skin closer to its mouths peeling back to reveal bubbling muscle, before it all were to be swallowed. 

“....Angel…”

They tried hauling themselves up, but grew unsteady and fell back on the burning slosh. (Y/n) let out an agonizing cry as skin began to peel off from their arms. Smoke rose from their body, as if the spirits of their faded bits were already accepting the inevitable end. They peered over their shoulder — the creature was standing over them.

“.....Angel…!”

It dug up their body. (Y/n) violently flailed against its gasp, and through their tears they saw muscle plunging from their arms and legs and more of that thing’s hands wrapping around their tiny, weak, insignificant body, twirling around their waist and making them feel their spine slowly snap.

Agony, sweet deserving agony, topping with the fool’s suffering melody

“(Y/N)!” 

And they were back in their bed’s warm embrace. 

(Y/n)’s eyes snapped wide open, letting out a fresh, tearful waterfall streaming down their flushed cheeks. The first thing they saw in darkened solace were a vast, open, empty mouth and eyes that were scrunched up in blazing worry. But this uncanny face was that of familiarity, of warmth, of real joy; yet they couldn’t stop the quickened breaths.

“Angel, it’s okay, look at me, everything’s okay,” DogDay said, although by the tone of his voice, he was starting to panic as well. 

With trembling, non-melting arms, they cautiously hauled themselves up, and their breathing began to slow. Putting his giant paws against their back and on the side of their face, DogDay gently shushed them as his thumb stroked their wet cheek. 

“That’s it, just focus on breathing, you’re doing so well, angel…” With that giant smile as bright as the sun, his guiding whispers lit up the room. Before they knew it, the alerts for death rang silent and (Y/n)’s heart became steady. DogDay sat down on their bed and placed them on his lap, and for a few minutes, he held them close to his fuzzy, vanilla-scented chest. 

Then, (Y/n) spoke up in a hoarse voice: “I’m sorry.”

DogDay stopped petting their head for a second. “Now what are you apologizing for, angel?” he uttered in bewilderment. Words bubbled up inside their throat but they couldn’t bear to speak. He looked down and continued to stroke their shaking head and back. “Another dream about the factory, I take it?”

(Y/n) tensed up and nodded. His grip on them became tighter, but not too tight. 

At first, he didn’t know what to say. Decades of being trapped with nothing but tiny savaging predators taking joy in tearing off his skin little by little, day after day, left him blinded in miserable need. In rare moments of peace, he always dreamt about an angel descending from above and down in the hellish depths that once housed happiness, and blessing those worth saving with freedom. But not once did he see him reaching that freedom; in fact, he still wonders to this day what he did to deserve being one of the only survivors after failing so many so dear to him. And he despised it. 

The DogDay he was conditioned to never think about himself so much. He should always know what to say, especially now. His beloved angel had suffered through so much just like he did, and to make matters worse, they were apologizing for it. If anything, he should be the one…

…”I’m sorry too.”

“What?” (Y/n) gazed up at him. Even in the darkness, the light in their beautiful eyes beamed such radiant sacred life. Life that he swore to protect since that day.

“I-I’m… I’m sorry. I’m sorry you had to witness and endure so much, I’m sorry I couldn’t help you when you saved me, I.. I’m sorry that you took in so much pain, I-! I…” DogDay took in a breath — ‘don’t cry, this isn’t about you.’ — “I…I’m sorry, angel. You’ve been through so much, and for our sakes… for my sake.”

He embraced them back into his chest, squeezing his eyes shut to fight back stubborn tears. “You have every right to be like this — to cry, to lash out, to get so, so scared — after everything that’s happened, you’re allowed to be this vulnerable more than anyone else.” 

They were so quiet. ‘Did I say the right thing? I didn’t make them upset, did I?”

But he did. Something inside (Y/n) cracked at last. Their chest tightened and pulsated and wallowed up, and something crawled up their throat that made them gasp for air and for more of him. They quickly wrapped their arms around DogDay’s torso and let out a shuddering wail as tears flowed freely down their cheeks and onto his chest. 

Feeling his heart hammer against the wet spot they buried their face in, he froze in place. Then his smile drained every ounce of uncertainty, and he held his angel once again. 

“That’s right, angel, let it all out. You’re safe right now,” he softly muttered to them, letting a tear fall from his eye, “and I’ll never let anyone hurt you ever again.”

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AND that’s it for right now! As with the last request, there’s a shorter word limit for posts that directly respond to Asks, so I’ll be cutting it off right here and will be posting a Part 2 soon! Sorry this took me a bit to release; new college quarter is starting and I've had a little bit of writer's block, but I have overcome it!! Thank you so much to @paragon-of-obsessed for requesting this, and extra thankies for liking my last DogDay fic! This was so much fun to write, and I can't wait to dive into the next part!

Like what ya saw? Well you can commission your own private piece now!! Read more about that here! Thanks so much for reading, and have a great day!~ 💜💜💜

(Also my ao3 is the_real_catnap_98 if ya wanna follow me on there - same posts are (gonna be) on there + fanfics staring my OCs!! (...and a self-insert, lOOK lIFe iS HArD-/lh)

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Tumblr's not letting me write ; - ;

yeah so I finished a part of requested DogDay fanfic and I'm trying to edit the other requested fics, and I keep getting the "we're sorry, we're having trouble processing your post" for some reason-

guys im so sorry, im really trying here, this is so w e i r d

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Quick Lil Update!~

Hey guys!! A lot of stuff has been happening in my life lately - just college work and personal junk - but I'm planning to write again sometime this week! (All of it Poppy Playtime hEH-) ALSO also, I have an AO3 account, the_real_catnap_98! Please follow that if you wanna!~ Anyway, thanks for stay patient y'all! I have three requests in my line of sight, and I'm looking forward to posting them soon!! (Also, quick note, I am only doing requests that have to do with fandoms listed on the pinned post (and mostly just Poppy Playtime since it's my special interest atm))

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(This is a yandere fanfic meant to portray behaviors seen in fiction and fiction only. This is not to represent people who have real mental/personality disorders and/or trauma that cause them to gain obsessive behaviors. Please do not romanticize any behavior like this seen in real life, and do not actively seek out a relationship with someone who is prone to hurt themselves and/or others. Keep fantasies in fiction. Thank you.) (Major Trigger Warning: Implied abuse, descriptive human gore, ingestion of human insides, body hacking) .

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The pile was gone.

Little Hoppy was licking up the bloodied stains on the floor. (Y/n) had forgotten she was there until they realized they had been staring down at her for the past half hour. Their vision became stable again, their body was no longer trembling, and their stomach growled with reluctant, sickly relief. So they sat there, filling their shriveling lungs with air that was curing out its hellish stench. Just like on the day when they all feasted on Devils.

Which made this impossible. (Y/n) and presumably every other toy in Playtime Co. gorged on hundreds of bodies for years, until they ran out. One minute they were bathing in a victorious bloodbath, the next their stomachs begged them to turn on each other. That's why it was always so empty. That's why (Y/n) and little Hoppy always hid. So…who…?

Gloved hands coated in red rested on their shoulders. And his godawful voice whispered in their ear, "Hello, darling."

Get up. Run. Grab Hoppy and run as far away as you can. But no matter how loud their inner voice screamed at them, they sat right in place. Little Hoppy had curled up in their lap and fallen asleep.

(Y/n) opened their mouth to scream, but Bunzo quickly hushed them as he leaned in to rest his head on their shoulder.

"Look how peaceful she looks. That must've been the first meal she had in a long time." They whimpered; he was so close that their cheeks touched. His breath reeked of Devil. "It must've been your first meal too, right, (Y/n)?"

His voice lowered when he said their name. There was so much pleasure laced within his tongue, they could feel him practically trembling as each letter spilled out. He gripped their chin with such force, as if he would break their jaw open if they even attempted to move from him.

No, he would. He'd have them writhe in agony and drag them back down to his little "playhouse". They looked down, their breath hitching. Bunzo's bloodied hand was caressing over the line of stitches connecting their beautiful (f/c) fur-covered thigh with a raggedy leg of another toy on their line.

It hurt. It stung so badly feeling the needle go inside and outside their leg It hurt. It stung so badly feeling the needle go inside and outside their leg with the thread harshly chafing against each hole. But what hurt more was tearing off a leg from another (Y/n)'s decaying corpse.

"You've been starving for so long, all because you thought you didn't need me. But now look at you, so filled with energy and beauty and life again. I was so considerate to look past the fact that you abandoned me, and brought you and your little pet back from the brink of death."

That God they praised was him. "Where did you get it?" their voice croaked from their voice box. It was the only thing they could push from their mouths that wouldn't make him harm them.

Bunzo's smile widened, and he brought his mouth closer to theirs. "A former employee was roaming around Playcare, all alone in the dark. I saw them, and I thought of you," he explained.

"How did you find me?"

"Oh, it wasn't hard. Who can go far with only one leg, anyway? And your only notable quality is how absolutely captivating you are, my dear. Having beauty that only I can admire."

Something was caught in the corner of their eye, and they glanced up. It was a rotting poster splattered in decomposing blood, but the most disgusting thing on it were the cartoon versions of (Y/n) and Bunzo embracing each other, surrounded by hearts and drowning in once better days.

Suddenly, he held their hand. "I'm so tired of worshipping your leg, it only makes me crave the rest of you. Come back with me, (Y/n). You and your pet. We can be a family together," Bunzo whispered. "From the second we were made, we were meant for each other. I can take care of you two. Other people will want to look for that former employee. You won't even have to lift a finger, I can kill them for you!" He wrapped his arms around them, forcing their hands to dig in their sides, and the maniac began to squeeze. "Do you know what you made me do when you left? I was so scared, so- so angry, I hurt so many little friends, so many of me!"

Little Hoppy's ears rose just a bit as soon as Bunzo rose his voice. She slowly rose from (Y/n)'s lap and looked up at their parents' trembling figure getting so painfully squeezed by the strange, bloodied bunny man. A low snarl erupted from that wide, toothless grin.

"It was so bizarre seeing myself bleed out by my hands - seeing so so much pour out from such tiny little bodies - but I had to do it. I had to! You are the one assigned to me, it's not my fault theirs are all dead, it doesn't mean they should have you-!" She leaped from their lap and flew straight to his face, sending him back on the ground. (Y/n) didn't look back, but their ears were doused in howls and curses as Bunzo tried to pry the little one off of him. She was little, but she wasn't prey. (Y/n) sprinted down the hallway and around the corner. They heard a gut-wrenching wail from little Hoppy, but their legs just kept going. It was pointless - when the Devils were wiped from this place, when the toys' only source of food were digested, all of their friends, their family, everyone only saw each other as either food or foe. The naive against the desperate, the weak against the strong.

And Bunzo was right, they were weak. They couldn't even take care of a little bunny. They could only run and hide and pray to a cruel God that he would disappear so they could fall asleep and never wake up.

The pitiful rabbit pushed open the door to a small, dark room and locked it behind them, then laid beneath a desk and held their mouth shut.

It had gotten quiet. Too quiet, and for too long.

Then, the silence broke far outside (Y/n)'s blanket of shadows.

"(Y/N)!" Bunzo screamed. His target stifled a sob. "I can't do this without you… I can't live without you! Don't you remember how beautiful we were together before The Hour of Joy? We knew how those Devils really saw those children, so we gave them the best life possible! We were one big happy family! We can be that again! We don't have to live out our final days in misery!"

'Go away. I don't care. I want nothing to do with you.' Yes, in the past, things were different. They were both powerless, but still made each orphan feel so loved and special. Just like how he made them once.

"I don't want you to die a hypocrite, (Y/n)," he continued. "You killed just as many as I did! I saw it all, the way you tore their jaws opened to silence their screams, how your breathtaking eyes blazed with fury as you ripped out their spines… it was heavenly."

(Y/n) clawed their face. They hated those Devils. They hated seeing their plans for those innocent children, they weren't fit to be called human! They had to protect them, they had to! They couldn't stand to see another one go! Those screams, they were like music - wonderful enchanting music! - even when living so beautifully, they've never experienced something so delightful before hearing such howls melt into choking groans as a Devil's blood flooded from their broken mouths. They didn't deserve to live! If those children knew what they were going to do to them, they would've done the same thing. THEY DID NOT DESERVE TO LIVE.

And then they saw the looks on their little faces. They looked at them as if they were the monster. They weren't, (Y/n) was just trying to protect them! But when they smiled and approached them and outstretched their arms for a hug like they always did, the children only screamed in utter terror, breaking that lovely song.

"So how can you give me that face when you've committed the same sins as I have?"

They couldn't kill again. When the children ran from them, they couldn't bring themselves to harm another. All of a sudden, that hatred had diminished, so they turned and hid, and the screams went on. They only stopped when Bunzo found and urged them to eat. They were starving, and they didn't mind it at the time because if they hurt those children, they only deserve to starve. But he dragged them out and fed them bitter Devil remains.

That's when they knew he had changed along with them. They saw what the children had seen and they did not like it one bit.

But now he fed them again. And they were hiding again. And another child got hurt because of them. If a cruel God was gazing down at this pathetic rabbit, they had hoped He could end its miserable life at at that moment.

But the cruel God kept living up to His title.

Bunzo's footsteps grew closer, and little Hoppy's mewls amplified along with them. (Y/n) let go of their stinging face. 'She's alive.'

"My dear, you're not just going to leave our poor baby to die, are you?" he called right outside the door. "I can't bear to tear this cute little thing to pieces. But I will if I have to. If you really are so selfish as to break apart our precious family, it only makes sense for you to die alone."

Footsteps walked past the room and little Hoppy's whines slowly began to fade. (Y/n) laid there, their stomach becoming more and more twisted and sick. Then, they rose, and exited the room.

"WHERE ARE YOU?" Bunzo bellowed. In one hand, he held little Hoppy's paw, making her dangle upside down. In the other, he held a half of her ear, letting small droplets of blood trail right behind him.

(Y/n) bit their quivering lip before softly saying, "Right here."

Bunzo whirled around. Little Hoppy's blood spouted across the lower wall beside him. "My beloved (Y/n), there you are!" he said cheerfully, his harsh and sadistic personality quickly fading. "You had me so worried for a second!"

Lights were flickering above them, but (Y/n) could still get a full view of him now. The green of his overalls were completely overshadowed by old blood every inch of its fabric, with little hints of fresh gore peppering a few areas. His yellow fur was completely dulled out and gave into the ugly mixture of whatever disgusting horrors he granted upon his other victims. Dirt and grime plagued his long ears, and surprisingly, (Y/n) spotted a bite at the tip of his left ear. But was most shocking was the fact that his right eye was missing.

They jumped when they realized Bunzo had moved much closer to them. "Hmm, you've must've noticed my own changes, is that right?"

"Yes, your…your eye."

"Oh! That old thing. That employee actually put up quite a bit of a fight."

"S-So…that wound…it's recent?" They glanced down at Little Hoppy for a second.

Bunzo face melted into a warm, enamored smile. "You're worried about me! That makes m e so…so happy!" He suddenly pulled them into an embrace, earning a fearful gasp from them. "You….me….this little one…" Pulling away only slightly, he brought up little Hoppy and made (Y/n) hold her along with him, dropping her half ear. It splattered only the ground, slowly uncurling like a wilting flower. "We'll be perfect together!"

They bit their tongue to keep themselves from crying. "If I stay with you…if w-we both stay…You won't hurt us?"

Bunzo's smile dropped. "Hurt you? Oh no no no no no no no! My dear, everything I've done, I did for you! To help you realize you need me as much as I need you. And it worked! Your eyes tell me you want to stay with me forever and ever!"

That crazed smile returned once more as he pulled them into another embrace. Little Hoppy whimpered and buried her face into (Y/n)'s stomach. "We'll have so much fun every day! I can show you the shrine I made for you! A-And you can give me more pieces of you so I can worship every single part of you every day!" He just kept going, on and on and on. "We'll never be apart again. We'll die together. And if you ever die before me, I'll tear open your body and make myself fit inside you, then close you up so I can suffocate against your wonderful skin. And you'll do the same for me! Doesn't that sound perfect?" (Y/n) tensed up. Their legs were aching to run away again, but they couldn't let him harm about thread on her body. Maybe this cruel God was giving her another chance at redemption. Protect the child, no matter what. Even if it means living every day in a hell with no rising sun. Even if it means becoming a slave to someone's sick fantasies. Even if it means wasting away your own life. It's time to repent for your sins. "Yes," (Y/n) said, "perfect." . . . Days have gone by. Or weeks. Or months. (Y/n) didn't care anymore. They and little Hoppy sat a table, kneeling over ragged carpet. Echoes of droplets sang close and off in the distance as they splattered against the cave floor. Sometimes they wondered what color they were. Behind them, a candle light flickered amongst the few that decorated Bunzo's masterpiece. (Y/n) always tried to avoid looking at it, as it just made them sick to their stomach, but sometimes they had no choice but to gaze upon its repulsive glory. It was a giant shrine of corpses spelling out their name, bodies once belonging to other Bunzos and (Y/n)s. Their faces were painted in such horrid agony, their mouths forever drawn out in an eternal silent scream. Each of them had their eyes gouged out as they were forced in a position to have their handless arms reach towards the shrine's centerpiece: (Y/n)'s precious leg. It was dirty and smelled absolutely appalling. Every inch of it was covered in smears and hand prints made from blood, like someone had gotten a little too personal in order to worship it. Even though asking was the last thing they wanted to do, Bunzo went ahead and whispered everything he did to it to them every night, in terribly excruciating detail.... (Y/n) released the breath they were holding and turned toward little Hoppy. Her previously damaged ear was sewn back together, and both ears were flopped over behind her head. Though she held her usual wide, toothless smile, the life in her eyes had greatly diminished. (Y/n) scooted closer and gently made her head lean on their side. "We'll be okay," they whispered. Turns out, Bunzo somewhat kept his promise; when they were good, he didn't lay a finger on Hoppy. If he was satisfied for the day, he treated them a little too well in fact, always going off into rants about how much of a good father and husband he was to his family. Always pulling (Y/n) into sudden, deep passionate kisses that had them gasping for air while he was off in a daze. It was so hard not to throw up once they were given a chance to breathe again. If he wasn't satisfied... They took in as much musty air as they could when footsteps began to approach. Bunzo emerged into the candlelight, holding yet another plate of throbbing Devil organs. The room instantly became poisoned with iron, and they held in a gag and sat up straight. "Thank you for waiting, honey!" Bunzo said enthusiastically, setting the plate down on the table and wiping the red streak off his face. "It's like this place is getting bigger every day...but we're so lucky. That employee has a lot more friends than I thought!" "Really?" (Y/n) stared at their meal. Bleeding rivers coursed through each crevice. Little Hoppy cautiously approached the pile. "We won't have to worry about food for a while!" Bunzo looked down at the bunny, who recoiled as soon as she saw him staring at her. He smiled. "Go ahead, dear, eat up. Your parents want you to grow up big and strong!"

She didn't move. (Y/n) grabbed a handful of intestine and held it up toward little Hoppy. She sniffed their hand and nibbled the contents slowly. "Aww, how adorable!" Bunzo cried happily. He scooted next to them and firmly grabbed their shoulder, pulling them toward him. "You're absolutely perfect... I can never get enough of you. Everything you do is so precious, so..." His breath clung to a gasp and broke out into quick, manic giggles. (Y/n) pulled back a bit before he grabbed their face and pressed his lips against theirs. His grip was so strong, too strong, they used their free hand to try to pry his hands off of them, or at least get him to let go.

Thankfully, he did, and he moved back just enough to let them have some air. With his half-lidded eyes swimming in morbid longing, Bunzo stared deeply into theirs, studying every smidgen of movement, every sliver of their dulling soul, every thought they could possibly be thinking and making sure it was only of him. They opened their mouth, and Bunzo cut them off. "Which reminds me," he started, "I'd like another piece."

His victim's heart stopped, and after a long, quiet moment that was only broken by dripping drops, (Y/n) picked up little Hoppy and sat her on the table next to their meal. She stepped towards them, almost putting one of her paws on their shoulder until they stood up and left the room with Bunzo following close behind. "I know you used to dream about escaping this place one day, my dear (Y/n)," he said. They entered another room with a bed and a table with various sharpened tool. The overhead light still made the fluids glisten. "When I saw you scurry from place to place, trying to ascend from our home. The more I watched you, the more confused I became." They laid down on the bed, holding out the arm fused with (f/c) and bright yellow fur from their side. Their and Bunzo's fingers trembled in sync. Bunzo grabbed a butcher's knife and ran one of their fingers against the blade. "You'd get killed the second you step outside of this place. You could never become adjusted or find someone to trust...or to love. Thinking about that made me so, so, so sad." He stepped to the side and laid his completely yellow hand firmly against the surface. "You had the nerve to leave me, then run off to get yourself killed? It hurt me. It hurt me so much. So much-" and he heaved in a gasp as he raised the knife, "-All I could think about was-" He hammered it down on his finger. A revolting crunch bounced off the walls. "How COULD you? How DARE you?" The knife flew back up and slammed back down on his finger, over and over again with each word and unstable gasp. "There wasn't ANYTHING I wouldn't do for you, and you still LEFT? After all we've BEEN THROUGH?" And with one final, painful CRUNCH, his finger laid severed in a pool of red. Bunzo gasped heavily, staring up at the wall whilst trying to regain control of his quivering arms. "...And..." he finally spoke in a haggard whisper. "And....and...and...and and and and....and you came back to me." Bunzo turned around, smiling ever so widely. Blood dripped off his teeth with pride. "And...and...and...and we started a new life together. C-CatNap was kind enough to- to...to lend us this part of the cave as our home, he...h-he, he only asked us to praise th-the...the the the Prototype, i-i-in exchange...." He pushed himself off the table and wobbled over to (Y/n). They only watched in silence, biting their lip to keep them from crying again. "I-...I don't..." He stumbled over, quickly catching himself before he could fall. "...I don't...g-give a single sh...shit about whatever he wanted, I don't care about the Prototype! I-I can't st-stand doing his...his little favors f-for his joke of a god..."

Supporting himself with his arms on the sides of their head, Bunzo hovered over them. Disgusting gore dripped onto their face, and they couldn't look away from that perfervid, boiling, doting glare. "Y-Y-You're my only God... I'll prove, I'll prove it to you...! W-We'll exchange pieces of each other and truly, truly become inseparable!" He grabbed their only good hand and brought one of their fingers up to his lips, dousing it in his saliva sighing so contently. (Y/n) was whimpering. Their heart was pounding and they couldn't keep themselves still. "Just do it already," they choked out. "Get it over with." "Aw, don't be so scared, my little bunny..." Bunzo reached over and kissed the top of their forehead. "I'll make this quick." He raised the butcher knife, and (Y/n) squeezed their eyes shut. His voice whispered within the darkness before the burning, unimaginable pain.

"After all, you've been so good for me. I love you so much." ・❥・・❥・・❥・・❥・・❥・・❥・・❥・・❥・・❥・ Hey guys! Like what ya saw? Well you can commission your own private piece now!! Read more about that here! Thanks so much for reading, and have a great day!~ 💜💜💜 So this was so much fun to make, and again, thank you to @zinnia1506 for requesting!! (But again, seriously guys, don't go actively looking for relationship like these in real life. A lot of people are saying "ugh I wish I could find a crazy yandere gf/bf" and I'm just like, no. No you don't. For one, it romanticizes people with obsessive behavior stemming from trauma and/or mental/personality disorders, and two, it will NOT be the relationship you want. Trust me, I know. So every time I'm gonna make a yandere fanfic, I'm gonna put that lil PSA in the beginning. Keep yourselves safe.

Okay! Also, you guys can now request CatNap because:

I've been researching about him and people have been saying that he was 7 years old by the time he turned into CatNap, and since this game takes place ten years later (as the game implies that the toys can age), he has aged ten years mentally and emotionally, technically making him 17-18 years old (Update on that: @atiz57 just informed me that he may be in fact older, as he was turned into CatNap at age 7, stayed in that body for four years before the Hour of Joy making him 11, and 10 years later when the game took place, he would be 21. I wanna say thanks to them for giving me that info!)

I kin and am hyperfixated on CatNap and I wanna write about him pLEASE GIMME SOMETHING THAT INVOLVES HIM/nf

For the most part, I ask you guys to keep it mostly platonic (because I still speculate on his true age from time to time), and I'd love to hear from you all!~ 💜 Next up, we have a requested DogDay fanfic! I'm so excited to write it and show you guys!!

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could request, Yandere Bunzo Bunny x Toy Rabbit reader, where the reader tries to escape and takes a mini Hoppy critter, which is the adopted baby

MAJOR TRIGGER WARNING BEFORE READING: Heavy descriptions of gore and ingesting human remains (This is a yandere fanfic meant to portray behaviors seen in fiction and fiction only. This is not to represent people who have real mental/personality disorders and/or trauma that cause them to gain obsessive behaviors. Please do not romanticize any behavior like this seen in real life, and do not actively seek out a relationship with someone who is prone to hurt themselves and/or others. Keep fantasies in fiction. Thank you.)

(Y/n) loved making things beautiful. They reminded themselves of that as they gently ran the tattered brush along little Hoppy's green fur. It soothed the tense hairs and laid them to sleep, bathed in the warmth of the bristles as they brushed over the same spots, over and over again. Over...and over...and over...and over...and over...and over again. ・❥・・❥・・❥・・❥・・❥・・❥・・❥・・❥・・❥・・❥・・❥・

𝕐𝕒𝕟𝕕𝕖𝕣𝕖!𝔹𝕦𝕟𝕫𝕠 𝔹𝕦𝕟𝕟𝕪 𝕩 𝕋𝕠𝕪 ℝ𝕒𝕓𝕓𝕚𝕥!ℝ𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕖𝕣 (ℙ𝕒𝕣𝕥 𝟙)

・❥・・❥・・❥・・❥・・❥・・❥・・❥・・❥・・❥・・❥・・❥・ Little Hoppy sat still. The voice box sitting snug inside her widened smile let out purrs and coos with each gentle sensation. This was the only way for her to calm down after hours of walking. Every so often, whenever they'd hear the slightest creak in a darkened room or a hint of a shadow scurrying in the corner of (Y/n)'s vision, they'd run and hide, and little Hoppy would shriek and curl in such a position her threads would almost come lose. And then (Y/n) would take out their brush and brush and brush and brush along that disturbed fur to keep her quiet and beautiful. Yes. Yes, it was quiet. Finally it was quiet. And she looked so much better. Even the bloody, muddied spots on her face and the ends of her ears were neatly tucked down along with her fur and threads. Yes, beautiful. She was beautiful. (Y/n) loved making things beautiful. Such a wonderful pastime. They didn't have to think about anything else. Not how the brush's handle had its paint chipping off. Or the way the light was flickering high and high above. Or how the high ceiling sometimes let a few droplets hit the ground and let out an eerie plop, or how some of those droplets of whatever was on the floor above would hit (Y/n)'s perfectly sewn clothes and little Hoppy's beautiful fur, or how the droplets would create wet spots on their perfect clothes and make them uncomfortable, or how uncomfortable they'd get when the wet spot is red or how she would think about if that red wet spot on her perfect clothes was from something with blood or how some red drops would drop down on little Hoppy and further ruin her beautiful fur or how those red drops kept coming and coming and coming and smelled so strong and loud or how they smelled delicious or how those red drops would perhaps come from something edible something they could eat something they could eat something that could fill their terribly empty and gnawing stomach that twisted and turned and hurt and agonizingly hurt and rumbled so loud that he could find them at any moment at any moment at Little Hoppy whimpered. (Y/n) looked down. They brushed so hard that a few threads came loose. "Oh...I'm so sorry, dear." They pat her little head and took out the sewing kit in their pocket. After grabbing a needle and some green thread, they began to sew her back into beauty. Another thing (Y/n) loved was being made for the sole purpose of beauty. Each inch of (f/c) fur and the way their long bunny ears curled and every outfit they wore was perfect in every way. Because they were so beautiful, they had to make everything else around them beautiful too. That's why those devils taught them hair care and how to sew and how to teach their children to be beautiful to the world. If only they could have taught him how to be beautiful. A gurgle of noise shot out of little Hoppy's voice box, and the sudden image of his cursed face immediately left (Y/n)'s mind. "What's that, bun-bun?" they asked. The mini critter turned, and those white dots buried in the depths of her vast eye sockets blazed and trembled with hunger. The second those eyes shot guilting daggers, they made her turn the other way. "I know you're hungry," (Y/n) uttered lowly, "but you're going to have to wait a little bit longer." Little Hoppy whimpered, and a twinge of shame twisted inside them. They were supposed to take care of her. That's what they promised when they found her in the deepest, darkest pits of the factory. They said she wouldn't have to worry about eating or getting eaten once they found a way out of this hell.

But even under the flickering fluorescent lights, memories whispered across each hallway as its painted gore decorated each floors' and walls' every crevice. They were lucky enough to ascend two areas, yet nothing edible could be found to fill their craving, howling stomachs. 'But it's better this way. He can't follow us up here. I'd rather starve to death than see his face again.' Little Hoppy's ears snapped up. "What's wrong, dear?" (Y/n) asked, stuffing their mini sewing kit inside their pocket. They had just finished sewing her threads back together. With an alarmingly loud snarl, little Hoppy dashed away and bursted through the door, letting light pour on shadow's warmth. "Hoppy-!" (Y/n) called, until they froze mid-way through standing up. That smell. That smell. That warm, ghastly yet succulent SMELL. Thick coats of iron wafted through the heavy humid air, curling, engulfing their body and blessing their nose. They almost considered falling back to their knees and praising whatever cruel god gazing down upon them, it was food it was food it's been so long it's been so long! Their baby were almost wiped from their thoughts completely when they sprang to their feet and rushed out of the room as fast as their trembling legs could let them. (Y/n) collapsed against the doorway. They were weaker than they had thought but they couldn't stop now the smell was so close they can't stop they were going to die. So they quickly shoved themselves off the door frame and collapsed on the floor, forcing their violently quivering arms to drag their body against the sleek floor, and there it was. Their eyes were glued, the corners of their vision suddenly tainted in veins and red. There was a God, a loving wonderful God! How else could there be giant, shimmering pile of the Devils' insides? Those perfectly shredded kidneys, how that glistening gore rolled through the intestines' crevices - and it was so fresh look at how every inch of that pink bleeding beauty throbbed and squelched out their name it was calling to them it needed to be inside them. Little Hoppy was already devouring this blessing but it didn't matter there was still more for them! Plenty more! Blood squirted from the Devils' pile and splattered right onto (Y/n)'s twitching face. It rolled down their cheek and fused with the drool that poured endlessly from their mouth, and to think, yesterday nothing flowed from their lips but desperate breath. And finally, finally they were close enough to grab the throbbing meal. Its soft fill easily collapsed and pulsed between their fingers, and they immediately shoved it in their mouth. Their eyes instantly rolled back and a shivering pleasure coursed up their spine. It was disgusting, so horrid but so soft and lush and how it was drenched enough to easily roll down their throat and into their stomach, but they needed more they need more so much more they couldn't stop their hands from diving into the pile and stuffing that terribly delicious ooze inside their mouth and no matter how many times they swallowed each piece of breaking intestine each squelching vein pounding against their lubricated tongue before it fell down their throat they needed more otherwise they would die they didn't care if their stomach didn't want it they didn't care about the sickening putrid stench they didn't care if each time they swallowed their body made them throw it back up they needed to eat they needed to eat they NEEDED TO EAT THEY NEEDED TO EAT THEY NEEDED TO EAT THEY WERE STARVING THEY WERE STARVING THEY WERE STARVING THEY WERE STARVING THEY WERE STARVING THEY WERE STARVING THEY WERE STARVING THEY WERE STARVING THEY WERE STARVING . . . . ・❥・・❥・・❥・・❥・・❥・・❥・・❥・・❥・・❥・・❥・・❥・

So, big surprise, I didn't know that there was a character limit when answering questions. This one shot is supposed to be a lot longer than what I have now, but when I went to save, Tumblr gave me a 4,000+ character limit warning thing. Don't worry, I had enough foresight to save the entire thing on a separate google doc, so I'm pretty much close to being done. @zinnia1506, thank you so much for requesting, and Part 2 is coming real soon! (Like legit later today) Hope you guys enjoy what I have so far!~

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THANK Y'AALL

(Dear GOD, it was so hard drawing DogDay for this one AGHHH but I think I figured it out ha h-) ANYWAYS, IM SO HAPPY Y'ALL LIKED THE DOGDAY x READER FIC I POSTED!! This guy is my new comfort character, I love him sm and I refuse to acknowledge his death (and yes, the girlies beside him are my OCs/selfinsertsmaybeagh- literally just my personality traits split into two people, more on them later-) BUT YES, as I said, I will be posting more DogDay, although the next update is a requested one - a Yandere Bunzo Bunny!! Aw I love that name, that's so cute >w< AN Y WAY, I'll see y'all in a bitty bit! Have a good rest of your days/nights!~

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"Thank You, Angel..." (Part 1 of ???)

Silence screamed.

Drops of decay either echoed in the distance or fell inches from his withered nose. They aided in the cackles and chirps and growls that erupted from within each shadow. Each shadow that held home of the little critters with those little desperate, famished white eyes and wide toothless grins ready to devour anything with even a hint of a pulse. And when those critters couldn't stand the empty pits of their stomachs, those cackles and chirps and growls and drops of decay sang along with the tormenting squelches and tears of his miserly flesh ripping off and into those widened, toothless grins. And when they were done, after hours of slow, burning agony and screaming filling their stomachs, and the decay hushed to sleep as those horrible little critters scurried off toward their master -

silence screamed.

DogDay hated it all. He hated each sound of falling wood or concrete or spare intestine hitting the floor. He despised the critter's sounds as they drew near. But most of all, he hated the silence, because it was a constant reminder that his friends were gone and no hope gave a breath.

All alone. Always alone. With nothing but a wonder as to when he would finally draw his last breath.

Poppy's words once gave him back a lifelike glimmer. She speculated that someone had to come back here to save them all, an ex-worker, a total stranger -

an Angel, perhaps.

Just someone, anyone who can release them of this constant, lingering, rotting despair.

But so much time has passed. DogDay lost count at…he didn't even know, it's just been years and years and years, perhaps even decades. An eternity of this sickening silence since the day their revolutionary feast took place.

That glimmer was smothered out long ago.

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.

Were those footsteps?

Not the little pitter-patter of those godforsaken critters, no - human footsteps. They were distant, but carefully drew near. As they closed the distance, a shriek from those little monsters echoed throughout the prison.

DogDay's head perked up, but only slightly. If he had a little more energy he'd call out for help, and more certainty too. Maybe he was finally going mad. Maybe what's left inside his head is feeding him false hope with these made up sounds hinting to a rescue.

No, not a rescue. Whatever he had left was drowned in the past.

His head slumped back down, and critter's shrieks halted. But the footsteps grew closer. DogDay didn't want to remove his gaze from the floor and risk disappointment, he knew it was nothing, that even if someone managed to sneak in here, there was no way they would survive this hell. He knew that thing was right, no one was coming to save-

"Oooooh nooo…"

His head sprung up, earning a little gasp from a

a human. An actual human, standing right there in front of him. It - They - couldn't be a hallucination, could it?

No. No hallucination. No human either. With how those lights beamed down on their glowing, moving skin and illuminating the life in those eyes, this was a blessing from Above. "Hello…?"

DogDay realized they were inching closer, but he was too stunned to flinch or tell them to get away. He could only voice his stagger.

"You…You're Poppy's Angel," he choked out through his voice box. "Come to save us…!"

The Angel blinked. "Uh, yeah…" Their eyes were widened; no surprise, anyone not too familiar with this decrepit place would be shocked to see him like this. A pathetic, filthy excuse of a dog wasting away. That's what they were thinking. They had to be. "Nothing left to save, not here…" He held his head back down.

"What're you talking about?" Their voice was as sweet as honey, so filled with life.

"You're in CatNap's home, Angel. Their home." Just saying that thing's name left a disgusting bittersweet taste in DogDay's mouth, but he was given a second chance at being useful, he had to take it.

"A million of pairs of eyes are on you right now," he continued. "Watching…waiting….hungry." A faint spark of terror flooded the (e/c) in those beautiful, breathing eyes. "They want nothing more than to crawl beneath your skin and eat away at you bit by little bit." He spat out the last word before heaving in a gasp. "…fill what feels empty inside themselves."

"I-Is that…what happened to you, DogDay….?" they asked, eyeing the bitter remains of his lower half.

They knew his name. He appreciated that, although couldn't express it too much. "I'm afraid so, Angel. Because of…that…that thing. CatNap. The Prototype is his god, and this is what he does to heretics."

The Angel snuck a glance at the darkened hallway outside their halo and quickly returned their gaze to DogDay. He continued.

"These little toys follow CatNap to avoid that very fate, and in return, they are fed." DogDay coughed. Black substance spewed out of his mouth and onto the floor. "We tried to fight it, the Prototype's control. I'm…the last of the smiling cri-"

His right arm fell to his side.

…Wait.

DogDay's ears bucked up and he turned to his side. His right arm dangled heavily right by his torso, and the belts that were supposed to be supporting it up to the ceiling were cut short. His gaze whirled to his left side and saw the Angel reaching up to cut off the other belts.

"Angel! Wh-Wh-What're you doing?" he frantically yelped, swinging his torso back and forth.

"Sorry to cut your speech-thing off so quickly, but I think we may have a problem!"

It was at that moment DogDay heard the heightening shrills and screeches from the critters. A sharp chill ran down him and his heart stopped. They were coming; so many were coming! Coming for him! He was about to die if they couldn't get away!

"Angel, please, go! Leave me! Save yourself!" he pleaded desperately. A growl erupted right next to his ear, and DogDay turned to come face-to-face with a miniature Bobby Bearhug. A scream almost escaped his throat until a small flare flew past his face and shot mini Bobby back into the darkness.

"I'm sorry, but could you stop moving so much? This is hard enough as it is!" As they said that, their knife (which he noticed was strangely colorfully patched together) cut through the first of the two left belts. His body darted right towards the floor, but not until Angel caught him with their arm.

"Angel PLEASE! I beg you!" Tears pricked his empty sockets. The shrills were so loud they might as well be on top of them.

But the Angel kept their gaze glued onto the last belt, and as soon as mini CraftyCorn entered the cell, he was finally free.

The Angel hopped down and kicked mini CraftyCorn back into DogDay's worst nightmare: a sea of predators mirroring his friend's appearances. The Angel spun around and ran the opposite direction.

"Don't worry, I got yo- OOOOOO-!!!" The floor collapsed beneath them, and they landed right onto the bottom floor. Well, more like the Angel fell right onto the floor with DogDay cushioned safely on top of them.

This couldn't possible get any worse.

DogDay tried turning his head. "Angel? Are you okay? I'm so sorry! I-I didn't mean it! I didn't mean for this to happen! I swear!" He wanted to get off of them to ease whatever pain they were in, but his arms were held up for so long, he could barely even feel anything in them anymore. 'Pathetic! I'm pathetic!'

"I'm fine…I think-!" The Angel got up and sprinted to the end of the hallway. "Just don't look back!"

They held DogDay in a position where his only option was to look back. Snuggled tightly underneath their arm, he watched as a tsunami of critters dashed towards them, snarling with hunger. Hunger for him and his Angel.

He whimpered loudly until they spun him around. "Sorry-! Sorry! I got you!" A flash of another critter was summoned to the right, then suddenly wished away by the bright flash of the Angel's flare. DogDay couldn't do anything, only let his heart squeeze and whimper at the sudden sight of painful reminders until they're blown away by the Angel. He looked up, their gaze was locked forward, doing what he should be doing.

But he couldn't. He was worthless. Just like that day.

The poor withered dog squeezed his eyes shut. He couldn't watch anymore. If it weren't for his weak arms, he would cover his ears as the screams of the damned drew ever so near, or maybe do something actually useful. He felt himself get heaved up and a sudden wind blew against his tattered face. Then, he was lowered, and the Angel gasped for air.

Where were they going? Was there even an exit? He couldn't look. He didn't want to look. If he opened his eyes he would only see the Angel get devoured and it would be all his fault.

It wasn't until they were both thrusted into the air that his eyes were finally forced open. Below them was a deep pit of darkness with the critters nearing the edge they hurled over. For a second, he thought they had jumped towards an everlasting sleep, until the Angel landed right onto a lift.

The door shut behind them, and devastating shrills and shrieks were muffled. They were….safe. DogDay was safe, and the Angel didn't die. He hadn't killed them after all.

The Angel gently lowered him onto the floor of the lift and pressed the button to lower them back into, if he could remember correctly….Playcare. They collapsed onto the floor, and the thud snapped him back to reality.

"Angel! Are you okay? Are you hurt? I'm so sorry!" DogDay tried to haul himself towards them until they let out a strange chuckle.

"That…holy shit. That was awesome! But also terrifying. And tiring. God, my legs, I'll be surprised if I can even walk once we get down there. What were those things? You called them critters? I kinda feel bad for thinking they were kinda cute now, SHEESH those little devils were relentless!"

The Angel went on and on and on and…not a hint of anger was on their face. DogDay only stared at them in disbelief. They hopped on their knees and leaned closer to him, making him flinch.

"Anyways, are you okay? I don't know why you're asking me, you're clearly the one who needs help here! How long have you been down here? Actually don't answer that. What happened to you-? Wait, wait, don't answer that either, sorry!"

"You…." He finally choked out something. "You…saved me."

"…Well yeah!" A big smile graced their lips. How were they glowing even brighter than before?

"You…You saved me…!"

"….Yeah! Go team!"

Something was building up in his throat. More tears streamed down his face, but there weren't any rivers of regret or disappointment or self-hatred… DogDay leaned into his Angel's chest.

"Oh, hello!" they said cheerfully.

DogDay sniffed and looked up, and for once, a big, genuine smile filled his face. "Thank you, Angel…! Thank you so much!"

They froze there for a second, and their stunned expression melted to that of warmth. He felt their hands wrap around him and gently caress his back. Nothing could ever feel more soothing.

Softly, they giggled. "Hey, call me (Y/n), alright? You're giving me too much credit." ͙۪۪̥ ͙ ♡𐡘 𐡘 𐡘 𐡘♡ ͙ ͙۪۪̥ ͙͙ ͙۪۪̥ ͙ ♡𐡘 𐡘 𐡘 𐡘♡ ͙ ͙۪۪̥ ͙͙ ͙۪۪̥ ͙ ♡𐡘 𐡘 𐡘 𐡘♡ ͙ ͙۪۪̥ ͙͙ ͙۪۪̥ ͙ ♡𐡘 𐡘 𐡘 𐡘♡ ͙ ͙۪۪̥ ͙͙ ͙۪۪̥ ͙

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New Hyperfixation to Write About...

(I swear to god, Tumblr does NOT like me, it took me so long just to insert this image A A A A A AAA. AA AGgH-) anyway I may or may not be hyper fixated on a certain precious dog mascot and may or may not be writing about him (along with my other stuff) seriously tho I love this guy he's so cute and just SGSGHFGWERGE I can't wait to write about him and I cannot sTOP DRAWING HIM EHEHEHE

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Legend of Zelda: Breath of the Wild Partner Scenarios

➶ ❁۪ ｡˚ ✧𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐌𝐞𝐞𝐭: 𝐋𝐢𝐧𝐤➶ ❁۪ ｡˚ ✧ ⚔️⚔️⚔️⚔️⚔️⚔️⚔️⚔️⚔️⚔️⚔️⚔️⚔️⚔️⚔️⚔️⚔️⚔️⚔️

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“All due respect, Your Majesty, but you want me to fight a kid?” 

On top of a stone wall, (Y/n) gazed upon the battlefield, their arms folded behind their back. Below them were groups of Hylian soldiers and captains that were being flung into every corner, each of them groaning in agony. In the middle of the battlefield stood a force of courage that justified their pain — a kid whose glare says he will never back down. 

This kid was supposedly their next opponent. 

Standing beside them was King Rhoam, who gave them a perplexed sideways glance. “You and Link are only one year apart, are you not?” he asked in his usual gruff voice.

“Yes, which means he’s still a kid,” (Y/n) responded. His gaze met theirs for a split second, and in an instant, another group of soldiers that were charging towards them with spears were all thrown against the stone wall. They grinned; maybe this will be interesting after all. “A feisty one, too.”

“Try to go easy on him, (Y/n),” the King said in a slightly annoyed voice. 

Their eyes flew from the field and onto the old Hylian. “Of course I will! What makes you think I won’t, Your Highness?” 

He closed his narrowed eyes. “May I remind you that the last soldier you trained needed months of recovery after your sessions before fighting on the battlefield again? I think it’s more than fair that I give you a warning.”

The Hylian captain pouted and put their focus back on the field. Link only had a few more soldiers to go before he could face them. “Why do you want him to fight me, Your Majesty?” they asked.

“Well, for one, it was his request.”

“Really?” (Y/n) said casually. It’s not everyday that someone would just up and request for a spar session with them, not even the other captains with arguably more experience. 

“Yes. And we are still seeking the Knight Who Seals the Darkness. I predict it may be one of you two.”

They whirled towards the King once more. Those words filled them up with unexplainable joy and…something else. “You think I have what it takes to be the Knight of the Prophecy, Your Majesty?” they said, pushing down that other burning feeling.

“Why, I would not think you would doubt it, (Y/n),” the King chuckled.

“Well, no, Your Highness — well I mean, I’d always knew I’d serve my purpose in defending this kingdom —” ‘And perhaps be the Princess’ knight in shining armor and totally be looked up to as the great Hero of Hyrule everyone would adore for centuries,’ “ — but I didn’t think it would come like this!”

King Rhoam gave them a gentle, yet somewhat fierce smile. “I will not say it is for certain. Any soldier on that field could be blessed by the Prophecy. Let’s just say I have a hunch that either you or Link are best suited for that blessing.”

(Y/n) turned to the window again to see every one of those one hundred soldiers knocked down. Sunlight bounced off the gleaming sword that was held fiercely by the only one standing — Link himself. 

He looked up, and both pairs of eyes narrowed as they locked together for a long, long moment.

And then, the Hyrulean Captain grinned and turned to salute to their King. “I won’t let you down, Your Highness!” they said before rushing off to the field. 

The King’s eyes watched as they disappeared around the corner. “He’s not just any kid, (Y/n). I think you may find him to be your first real opponent.” ~

“So! Downed all of my soldiers, huh?” Link turned to the voice and saw his request was about to be granted. One of Hyrule’s vicious captains, (Y/n), sauntered towards him with their famous relaxed grin.

“Granted I could hardly call that a challenge,” they declared. “After all, I alone defeated over 500 of these guys before I was even ranked foot soldier. I’m pretty sure you knew that before you even had the guts to want to challenge me.”

No reaction. He just stood there. Almost menacingly, even. If they were a common knight, there might’ve been a shiver going down their spine right about now. 

Cute.

(Y/n) stopped about 20 feet away from him. “You really aren’t one for conversation. Hm, one of my officers said that about you,” they went on. “Despite your rising popularity, I don’t really know too much about you. I guess today’s a great opportunity to become acquainted with each other.”

Link snapped right into his battle stance; both hands gripping his sword and legs bent as if he were to pounce any second. Above him, the trees swayed to a halt and it seemed as if the afternoon sun had dimmed. And (Y/n) stayed right as they were. “And I’ll have you know that losing is never an option for me.”

Before Link could take his next breath, they drew their sword and graciously sprung towards him, closing the distance between them probably faster than what his mind could muster. But right as they move their weapon to his plated chest, he leaped right above the Captain’s head, feeling the sharp tip of their weapon grazing his foot. Link rolled behind them and held out his sword right as (Y/n) almost slashed their own against his face. 

Their eyes locked once more, and when (Y/n) decided to give him that easy out they promised the King, they jumped back. The sky was coated in a soothing gray. “You’re pretty good,” they said casually, “for a kid.”

Link, keeping his firm, silent demeanor going, hopped right back up. He dashed towards them, his footprints splashing against the sudden wet grass. It had began to rain. 

He thrusted his sword to which (Y/n) deflected with ease. Admittedly, with how often their swords sang as they clashed against each other, he was much faster than they thought. 

But surley not fast enough. They aimed their sword a little lower and managed to break it right from his hands. (Y/n) watched as his saving grace landed far from his reach. 

“Ready to g- WAGH-!” Link’s foot ever so rudely swept underneath them, and they landed right on the muddy ground. (Y/n)’s eyes widened in disbelief; he had already grabbed his sword. 

Raindrops spat on their growing scowl. “Don’t get so proud of yourself yet, kid. I’m not through with you!” They scurried back on their feet and sprinted towards Link and his shit-eating determined face. He stood like a fool as they rushed closer, ready to strike him-

until a deafening clang! Rang against their ear and their sword suddenly flew from their hand. (Y/n) stopped in their tracks and turned to see both of their swords disappearing into the rain’s clouded curtain. In the corner of their eye, Link grabbed another sword from one of the down soldiers, and their eyebrows furrowed together. That ‘something’ feeling began rising back up.

‘So you’re perceptive. Good for you.’ They rolled out of the way as Link swung his sword, grabbed a spear from another one of the downed soldiers, and held it right above them as it clashed with his new weapon. 

They were actually struggling against his strength. Tiny devils of water were clouding their vision, but they could still see him slowly pushing the sword right towards their chest. Lightening flashed above, and (Y/n) rose their leg and kicked Link over them.

They stood back up, gripping the spear so hard it began to crack. “It’s been a while since someone stood over me like that. I’m almost impressed,” they said, hoping the rising growls of the wind made it hard for him to hear that. 

That’s right. They fought Wizzrobes, Hinoxes, even Lynel’s stronger than this kid. The only way he could ever impress them was to reach the ever so slim chance of defeating them. 

And he won’t. It might as well be impossible. 

The rain made it a little hard for them to see, but they could still spot the struggling figure that was Link. He was practically shaking; (Y/n) knew it wouldn’t take much until the final blow could finally have him downed. They knew His Majesty was watching. Today could be the day where (Y/n) would be the sole option of becoming the Knight Who Seals the Darkness. The King would have to admit it. Failure is not an option. 

They let out their famous battle cry and surged towards their opponent, but he dashed away before they could approach him. He disappearned, leaving them surrounded by shadows of trees drenched in clouds of rain.

“Hah! Retreating, huh? I don’t blame you, you looked like you were about to topple over!” (Y/n) held the spear over their shoulder as they shouted into the rain. “Now His Majesty can-”

A shadow almost toppled over them. Almost, as they leaped out of the way. They whirled over to what almost hit them and laid eyes on a tree. A restless cricket stood on its wet bark, took one glance at them, and hurried off to safety. 

(Y/n) stood there, stunned. “What in the-?” A creaking sound forced a gasp from their throat and they jumped out of the way as another tree landed beside them. ‘What the hell?!’ was their final thought before an army of trees headed straight towards the ground.

They jumped and dodged and leaped and rolled, almost to the beat of the thunder. Not even a chance to catch their breath was given, and soon their legs began to ache. ‘This kid’s crazy!’

Finally, they landed in the shadow of the biggest one of them all. (Y/n) looked behind them and saw the towering bark rushing towards them, growing with each second. But they stood their ground. With the grit of their teeth and the blazing fury in their eyes, they screamed and held out their spear in front of it, watching the tip plow straight into its heart. 

But damn was it heavy. They kept their stand, yet the tree’s shear force drove them deeper into the Earth. Their arms were shaking, their legs were trembling, and (Y/n) barely had any strength left to shut them up, but they had to. To fight. To win.

They adjust their footing to get a better advantage and ended up slipping on the mud. They felt their spear break off and the back of their head strike the softened grass, although still being more painful than one could think. Groaning, the Captain opened their eyes only to see the tree rushing towards them. 

A split second later, (Y/n)’s screams became louder than the strikes of lightening. 

They gasped for air and immediately began to struggle underneath the bark. Bark that felt more like concrete; they were lucky to have their armor or else a rib or two might have been shattered. Rage, disappointment, and desperation flooded into their shouts as they tried wiggling their way out from underneath the tree.

And soon, they slowed. And soon, they stopped. So did the rain.

Minutes later, beams of sunlight poured through the clouds and onto (Y/n)’s drenched face. Footsteps approached them, and suddenly a tip of a sword was inches from their forehead.

Holding its end was Link. 

They grit their teeth and wished to the Goddess Hylia that their stare could melt that stupid face and cut his entire body to shreds. But she was merciful and fair, just as (Y/n) had to be. 

They squeezed their eyes shut and quietly choked out, “I yield.”

A moment later, they gathered up the courage to look at him again. Link’s determined glare had softened, and he sheathed his sword before approaching their side and bent down. Silently, he gripped onto the bottom of the fallen tree and rolled it right off of (Y/n), almost with ease. Carefully, they rose up, and when they looked back to their side, Link was already gone.

͙۪۪̥ ͙ ♡𐡘 𐡘 𐡘 𐡘♡ ͙ ͙۪۪̥ ͙͙ ͙۪۪̥ ͙ ♡𐡘 𐡘 𐡘 𐡘♡ ͙ ͙۪۪̥ ͙͙ ͙۪۪̥ ͙ ♡𐡘 𐡘 𐡘 𐡘♡ ͙ ͙۪۪̥ ͙͙ ͙۪۪̥ ͙ ♡𐡘 𐡘 𐡘 𐡘♡ ͙ ͙۪۪̥ ͙͙ ͙۪۪̥ ͙ Hey guys! Like what ya saw? Well you can commission your own private piece now!! Read more about that here! Thanks so much for reading, and have a great day!~ 💜💜💜

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Unpopular Opinion (apparently)

Aging up characters who are canonically minors - who've been minors throughout a series - and having them do NSFW stuff, is borderline pedophilic. I don't care if they're fictional, it's fucking strange, and anyone who participates in it (I'm looking at you, anime audio channels) is incredibly weird. Especially when you're an adult. I know saying this isn't gonna change anything I just felt like complaining lol

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Legend of Zelda: Breath of the Wild Partner Scenarios

☀𖼜 𝚆𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝙼𝚎𝚎𝚝 : ����𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚉𝚎𝚕𝚍𝚊 𖼜☀ 👑✨👑✨👑✨👑✨👑✨👑✨👑✨👑✨👑✨👑 Word count: 1,388 Dynamic: Canon x Reader 👑✨👑✨👑✨👑✨👑✨👑✨👑✨👑✨👑✨👑

"I'm sorry, she's my what?" (Y/n)’s relaxed, yet poised composure remained undisturbed. Though many are usually eager to have someone like them by their side, it’s still not uncommon for some to have a bothered reaction. And still, a thought managed to form in the back of their head: For being the princess of every inch of this land, she should be used to pampering by now.

Right above them, King Rhoam had his narrowed eyes laid upon his daughter. They were all in the main room of the palace, where the King stood on the balcony with the two teens below him, and the morning sunlight beamed through the windows. All of which upon the King’s wrinkled, earnest face and the nervous stature of Princess Zelda.

“Your personal assistant,” he stated with arms folded behind his back.

Princess Zelda’s eyes widened. “Father, do we not have enough workers at the castle already?”

“I think not. As of right now, awakening your power is absolutely crucial. You need to spend every waking moment on making it possible,” the King explained. “(Y/n) will make sure you won’t have to waste time on your private needs from now on.”

The Princess hesitated, glancing to her side for a quick second. (Y/n) noticed her hand slithering to the hem of her dress and gripping on it, as if for dear life.

“Um, thank you, but…” Princess Zelda stopped to suck in a gentle breath. “I’m more than capable of fulfilling my personal duties along with my royal duties. I do not think I need them.”

Then, the room fell silent. Within that moment, tension thickened the air to the point where if someone walked into the room, they would instantly feel thousands of invisible boulders crush their shoulders. Still, (Y/n) didn’t allow this to impair their posture.

“Zelda, you must understand the importance of your destiny, correct?” King Rhoam finally said, raising his voice.

“W-Well, yes-”

“Then you also know that contributing every second of your time will bring you closer to it. Therefore, you will let (Y/n) take care of you from now on as you continue with your training.”

His words echoed throughout the room. Princess Zelda kept her mouth glued shut, her eyes slowly moving from the balcony and onto the floor. She folded her hands in front of her stomach, and gazing upon the light caress her thumb gave to the base of her finger, (Y/n) wondered about the last time anyone had ever comforted her.

But they set the thought ablaze immediately. ‘That part of Princess Zelda’s life is none of your business,’ they reminded themselves.

“Yes, father,” the Princess said slowly.

“Good.” (Y/n) heard King Rhoam sigh. “(Y/n), please escort Zelda to her study and prepare her breakfast.”

“Yes, Your Majesty,” she said. For a moment, the Princess’s eyes flickered at theirs, then back to the glossy marble floor. (Y/n) drew in a quick, silent breath and made their way to the double doors. They stopped right in front of them and turned to the Princess, who still stood in the same spot. “Please come with me, Princess,” they advised.

They could now see King Rhoam’s eyes firmly staring down at his daughter, like black clouds hovering over a field of sunflowers. Despite his strict expression, they couldn’t quite describe it as glaring. ‘A father who is doing what’s best for his daughter,’ they thought. ‘And a King doing what’s best for all of Hyrule, in this case.’

Princess Zelda’s shoulders slumped a little, and she turned and followed after (Y/n), keeping her gaze onto the floor. Her and her assistant exited the room with the King’s eyes following them.

(Y/n) had seen enough of the castle to know where they were going. Kitchens southeast, library far east, the Princess’s bedroom on the upper western floor, and currently most importantly, the study room only a floor below it. They had planned to walk briskly to get the Princess there as soon as possible, then get right to work.

However, with their pace resembling a thunderwing butterfly who just learned how to fly, she might as well expect to work late in the night.

Princess Zelda had barely lifted her feet off the ground. She hadn’t spoken a word or looked at anything besides her sandaled feet. (Y/n) took a peek at her gloomy face and felt a jab of guilt.

They could say something, like how her father just wants what’s best for her or she had already proven to Hyrule that she was a good ruler. Though, they knew the Princess wouldn’t completely buy it. If it came from a mere castle worker, it probably wouldn’t mean too much.

But that doesn’t mean they shouldn’t try. So, what can they possibly do?

They walked up a flight of stairs and entered another one of the hundred hallways within the castle. Tall windows were displayed along the left wall, which revealed a full display of the rising sun. Once again, the sunlight beamed down on the two of them, a part of it giving hopeful spotlight onto her hands, like the sun was trying its best to let its warmth awaken her power for her. But, to both the sun’s and her dismay, they remained painfully normal.

Despite their lacking the knowledge of how to help the Princess summon her fate, (Y/n) did come up with an idea of how to brighten her woeful face, even only a little.

“Thank you,” Princess Zelda muttered, then turned and entered the study, silently closing the door behind her.

‘Don’t worry, Princess. I’ll do everything in my power to give you the hospitality you deserve,’ (Y/n) thought. They removed their firm glare from the wooden door and headed towards the eastern part of the castle.

~

‘Perfect.’ They had to thank her mother for giving her years of culinary training. Observing every piece of fruit that beautifully decorated the slice of white and yellow cake, (Y/n) wondered if they’d ever had a chance of being the renowned assistant if they never worked so wonderfully in the kitchen. Yes, they were way behind schedule now, but at least the Princess’s behavior will be uplifted, at least a little. Besides, an assistant's job was to deliver food for their Lady, was it not?

They went straight to the Princess’s study and knocked on the door. “It’s (Y/n), Your Highness. May I come in?” they asked.

“Yes,” Princess Zelda’s gentle voice said.

Carefully shifting the tray to one of her arms, (Y/n) grabbed the doorknob and walked in. The Princess, who was only accompanied by the dozens of books surrounding her and the large window above, didn’t look up from the large, opened book. (Y/n) walked over and sat the tray down on the last bit of free space the desk had.

Princess Zelda glanced at the tray, and a tiny sparkle returned to her eyes. She looked up at (Y/n), who only gave her a gentle smile.

“I’ll come to deliver your lunch here in a few hours, Princess. Until then, I’ll be tending to your bedroom. If you need anything, please don’t hesitate to ask.” They bowed, then left the room to begin their work.

Before Zelda could say another thank you, (Y/n) was already out the door. Her gaze instantly darted to the slice of fruit cake, but then onto something much more intriguing. ‘A note?’ Zelda thought curiously. With slightly eager hands, she picked up the pink paper and began to read its unnaturally neat handwriting:

Dear Princess,

It is an honor to have the privilege of serving you. Though I cannot imagine the stress you are under, I do understand that your comfort is my responsibility, and I will try my absolute best to relieve every tension you have and will receive.

I also want to say that no matter what happens - no matter what the future of Hyrule is - I, and many others, will always be there to support you.

Forever yours, (Y/n)

For the first time in days, a tiny, relieved smile reached her face. She put down the note, took a few bites of the fruit cake, then went back to studying. ͙ ͙۪۪̥ ͙ ♡𐡘 𐡘 𐡘 𐡘♡ ͙ ͙۪۪̥ ͙͙ ͙۪۪̥ ͙ ♡𐡘 𐡘 𐡘 𐡘♡ ͙ ͙۪۪̥ ͙͙ ͙۪۪̥ ͙ ♡𐡘 𐡘 𐡘 𐡘♡ ͙ ͙۪۪̥ ͙͙ ͙۪۪̥ ͙ ♡𐡘 𐡘 𐡘 𐡘♡ ͙ ͙۪۪̥ ͙͙ ͙۪۪̥ ͙ ♡𐡘 𐡘 𐡘 𐡘♡ ͙ ͙۪۪̥ ͙ Hey guys! Like what ya saw? Well you can commission your own private piece now!! Read more about that here! Thanks so much for reading, and have a great day!~ 💜💜💜

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Requests and Commissions are in Full Swing!!

Hello everyone!~ As I said before, I will be much more active on here from now on! College life has gotten me busy with schoolwork and my own personal projects keeping my time, but I really want get back into entertaining you guys.

That's why I'm opening requests back up again, officially! I mean, they never closed in the first place, but at the same time they *kinda* did because I was away for so long, but anyway- Yes! Requests are back up! Same rules apply on the pinned post on my profile! But that is not the only thing I'm bringing to the table - I am also taking written commissions! College is extremely expensive and I also wanna help fund my original projects requiring paid software/equipment-

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HI SORRY I'VE BEEN GONE-

Hey guys!!! It's been. A while. Obviously- I've been going through some stuff that turned out to last a lot longer to sort out than I thought...but I'm doing a lot better now! I've moved on from the past and am now looking proudly into the future! But anyway, I want to get back into fan fiction and writing in general. I am starting new, personal projects. Some original, some fan works. For example, I am hosting a Casting Call for a project that's basically a College AU of a bunch of anime crossovers and they're all romantically chasing after the main character!! (Spoiler alert, it's Y O U) And plus more - I am taking commissions!!! I am looking for ways to help pay for college tuition and fund my original projects! (Which include a production team and renting some expensive equipment). For a small fee, I'll write whatever self-insert or OC fanfic you're thinking of!~ (And since you're paying me, you'll be my top priority! For all of my free time, I'll pouring my heart and soul into your commission!) More on that in my next post!! But I will be continuing x-readers on this account as well, after I clean up my profile. I'm sorry if you all sensed some "turmoil" on my part, and I appreciate you guys being patient. So be on the lookout for frequent updates! I will be taking requests and continuing works once abandoned (yes I do mean the Zelda scenarios) Once again, I love you guys so so SO much!!

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Hey there! I hope you have a good day. I was wondering if you could try something with yandere Albedo from Ben 10 (Alien force or Omniverse) with a darling that dosen't let him touch her to much and dosen't talk to much just..observes him and he need to move casual or slow not to alert her (like a cat 🐱) When after like one week after he took her she starts to sleep more and like she seek for his warmth and cuddles and after searching on the net he realizes that its her period. Just lots of fluff if possible..?

❝𝐀𝐢𝐥𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭❞ (Albedo x Fem!Reader)

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Summary: Albedo learns about and how to ease his favorite human's natural and sudden change in behavior...

Word count: 3,014 words

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Perfection and humanity do not mix. Not in the slightest.

If you were to go out and attempt to enjoy Earth's decent (yet drastically faltering) biosphere, you'd see it in an instant: their youngs' deafening shrills, how disgusting, grease-congested excuses they call food dribble down their mouths in vile sludges, the way heat coats their bodies with slimy repulsive filth - there is so much more, but it'd take a lifetime to list every flaw. Every revolting flaw that Albedo now must accompany and submit to, with his new cursed self and these good-for-nothing humans.

Every human, except for her.

She defies all logic, every ounce of understand, every minuscule of reasoning that has been deduced from the first sight upon mankind. Her existence should be impossible, and yet this dream treads upon a wretched nightmare with utter grace! Perfection under human skin; a glimmer of hope among her own, and naturally, their incompetence blinds them from such radiance.

And she knows it. How she rejects acknowledging the inferior, only valiantly conversing with them if she must, refusing to spend so much of her time with those lesser trash and abiding loneliness! Bewitching and intelligent - truly a specimen worth studying.

Finally, this cursed disguise could prove useful. During the early stages of study, Albedo blended in with crowds of humans to get close enough to observe more of the subject's behavior. This provided plenty of vital information: her favorite place to consume food, where she lies to sleep at night, which human she thinks is more tolerant and worthy of her time (although, to be quite frank, none of her choices could ever hope to be worthy enough to be in her presence, but unfortunately, she must make do with what's around).

However, whilst undergoing live research, he also learned that she is much more perspective than any other specimen of her kind. Following her on the way to a clothing store, he kept a certain distance and blended underneath the blanket of shadows. Yet, as he hid behind the corner once she hinted a turn, a voice resembling the beauty of a racing comet rang out, "So how long are you gonna keep stalking me?"

Albedo had heard it a few times in the past, but not so clear, not so close, not so precisely for him. That was when the experiment took a turn, when he realized this one human had the ability to render his new body utterly weak. Something raged beneath his chest, just begging to burst, his legs twitched and lurched so instantaneously, his skin had become drenched in that dripping filth, all from just a sentence! Was his subject cursed? Was she even human?

He had to take her in. That was the only way for him to find out why her simple actions targeted his weak points so easily. Luckily, his studies on human behavior have taught him well.

"I do not know what you mean. I am simply on a stroll that happens to coincide with your path to the clothing store, which is also my destination, as I too need clothes," he explained effortlessly, stepping out from his hiding place. "Although since we are already conversing, we should take the opportunity to proceed forth together and acquire knowledge of each other's history. I will start with my name; I am Albedo. And now for you to enlighten me with yours, as I do not know." Of course, he already knew her name, from when a food provider called it out along with her order at a consumption spot a few days ago. Hearing it in her voice just sounded like a good idea at the time.

But he got an even greater reward: the sound of her laughter. It wasn't obnoxious or didn't make him feel as if his ears were being grated from the inside out, but more like the sun's warmth as it peaked out from a group of clouds.

"Damn, you're weird," she finally said after calming down. "Alright, I'll bite. My name's (Y/n)." And with a brief invite, he was with her at last.

Though he's been by her side for a few weeks, Albedo quickly found out that she was one of the quietest humans he's ever met. Every time he'd invite her out, it's like he'd might as well be talking to himself (maybe because stories of his excellency and extraordinary achievements were so fascinating, she didn't know how to respond?) He kept his questions as vague as possible, but they should have elicited a little more detailed response:

"How would you describe your fellow man?"

"Obnoxious."

"Hm. Would you say you feel disconnected from humanity? As you are not really 'one of them', so to speak?"

"Perhaps."

"Uh-huh. And have you thought of earth as your true place of establishment?"

"...I don't think we're ready to know this kind of stuff about each other, especially on a dinner date. People are starting to stare." When she giggled again, he only wanted to ask more questions.

So, if he were to dig deeper with his subject, he must go farther with their relationship! Fortunately, he knew exactly what to do!

Unfortunately, it seems that the courage to act on those plans vanished the moment she appeared in his view.

Gifts and amorous letters had to be sent anonymously, subtle moves on getting close were kept to a minimum (mostly after she told him that she was quite sensitive to others touching her), and attempts at complimenting her outer appearance were much more...intricate than initially arranged. The only plan that went perfectly was researching unfavorable behavior on everyone (Y/n) came into contact with, then brilliantly relay this Information so she wouldn't possess any desire to interact with them any further.

Each time someone else tried stepping into the picture, he'd become, let's say, assertive with his disapproval (luck truly loves to aid, (Y/n) wasn't close enough to anyone else to even notice how they'd suddenly disappear under the radar). Oddly enough, the more someone else came along, the more Albedo felt to have his own objective known.

For example, when they were watching a human entertainment system (television, as they'd call it), and something kept thumping within his chest the more he looked at (Y/n) - and when he caught her sneaking glances at him. "(Y/n)," he said, trying to calm his bouncing leg. "I find it odd how humans can make other humans feel so...warm."

In the corner of his eye, she smiled, but said nothing in response.

She was always distant in that regard, and though he found it a little strange from what he's seen of other humans, it was also comforting. A breath of fresh air, one might say. He wasn't all too keen with other humans coming into close contact with him either, so while they kept themselves at a silent distance, their comfort in each other's presence spoke volumes.

(Y/n) confirmed it herself: "I've been thinking about us being more than friends. It.. sounds nice..." she confessed the day they were gazing up into the night sky.

Albedo looked back at her, and on his negative Ben's mask, a smile appeared. "The thought does seem pleasant."

Afterward, her hand reached closer to his until they touched, and he gained the courage to lay his on top of hers. So much noise within him pounded with enamored fury, so much heat overtook his body, but he didn't feel confused or anxious. In fact, in an indescribable, unspoken conclusion, everything made sense.

Until it happened.

Albedo found (Y/n)'s distance charming. Her presence wasn't overwhelming, but reassuring; just one look, and she'll be right there, letting his content flowing mind slow to an ease.

But this was altogether different, something he was far from ready for.

It all started when he was simply resting at his desk, researching the young man who caused him to become one with his cursed form. In the corner of his computer, he could've sworn there was a reflection of (Y/n) dragging herself from the doorway and right toward him, at a rather dawdling pace. Albedo turned around and proved his suspicions correct.

"Darling? You're usually asleep at this hour," he observed. "Has something troubled you?"

She didn't say anything and only neared with a sluggish trudge. When she finally reached him, it was as if her body suddenly limped, and she flopped on him in an embrace.

Albedo's body stiffened and shuddered. Her warmth from the times before were more than enough, but this - nothing could have prepared him for something so, well, positively overwhelming. "Dear-? What, what has gotten into you??"

(Y/n), whilst hanging onto his neck, looked up at him, and her lips were curled in a pitifully endearing pout. "Come back to bed..." she mumbled.

"I-I'd love to, but this really is not the time-"

She ignored him and flung the other arm around his neck, and her lips moved closer to his skin. Feeling her breath latch onto his collarbone, he held his breath, and finally, his trembling hands lifted onto her back. And the moment her sweet voice had begun whimpering softly, he submitted.

"A-Alright! I'll come back!"

She still hadn't moved.

"...And I presume I'll be carrying you too."

That was only the start of this strange behavior. Even at a thought of moving to a different room, (Y/n) would complain and try to keep him affix to the mattress. The way she'd cling to him, with her body sticking to one half of his and her arms clasped around his other, he thought he'd might overheat - the rare times he'd get to see his human face, it'd be covered with such an unnatural cardinal! (Humans cannot melt, correct? There's no record in human history that an occurrence has transpired from merely the inside of their bodies' intensity, so it must be impossible! It must!)

Furthermore, their food stock had been lower than usual. Every time he'd approach their refrigerator device for his preserved preferred meal, approximately 30 percent of its contents had gone missing. Not that he cared so much, for he only tolerates the oddly decently-made chili fries (Only because of this hexed DNA, of course), but this was surely something he'd keep in mind.

And to top it all off, (Y/n)'s strong reluctance to do anything else but lie in bed with him glued to her...

Although... Albedo has concurred that while her new behavior is a stark contrast to her old manners, he can't say the experience has been particularly adverse. In fact, her new need for him to be constantly by her side, his hands softly roaming from her back and down to the front of her waist. How she purred whenever he gently stroked the right spots, how her hands clung onto his clothing, and that peaceful exhausted look on her face...

In short, he was certainly not complaining. Still, there must be some sort of explanation, it's not like the sudden change just came out of nowhere... had it?

"(Y/n), sweetheart?" Albedo began, still not used to those common human pet names.

"Hm?" she groaned in response, snuggling deeper into his chest. He was immensely thankful she hadn't complained about his thundering heartbeat, because he has no idea how to make it stop, as much as he hates to admit.

"I-I'm enjoying this, uh...current shift in dependence; your realization of that no other human can be as worthy in giving solace as I couldn't have come at a later time; however... Uh... I will admit, I am a little curious to how...a-abrupt this entire situation became..."

Silence. Albedo tensed up - had he upset her? "I-I-I'm sorry if this-!"

He looked down. She had fallen asleep.

"Oh." That was it, she was clearly not capable in giving an explanation int he state she was in. So, he had to resort into participating in one of which he excels at. "Research! That's it, I must commit to humanity's technology and discover what has made my darling convert into lethargy!"

"Please be quiet..." (Y/n) whimpered, tightening her grip on his shirt.

Albedo gazed down at her and, petting her head gently, allowed himself to smile. 'After she indulges herself in my presence once more.'

Thankfully, it didn't take time for her let go and roll over in her sleep. She'll likely ask for him back in a little while, but he had to be quick. After all, darker thoughts had begun to swarm his mind when he jumped in front of his computer.

"Her face has had a consistent warmth, is that any cause for worry?" he mumbled, typing away on the keyboard. "This shift has persisted for about four days now. Does that mean it's a prolonged sickness?" His heart began hammering away again, but it was not from pleasure, but a heavy grief he was not ready to become affiliated with.

The screen was loading. His leg began to twitch and bounce, and no matter how much force he put upon it, it simply refused to calm.

And then at last, the answers popped up before him.

...."Menstruation?" he echoed the screen. Albedo leaned closer and his eyes roamed the page. "'The process in a woman of discharging blood and other materials from the lining of the uterus at intervals of about one lunar month from puberty'... What...?"

He typed in 'symptoms', and the list practically matched. "Mood swings, trouble sleeping....huh, so that's why her face recently became endowed with those spots..." And from then on, he spent the next thirty minutes educating himself in the ways of the female-born sex.

"This perfectly explains why she's so reluctant in getting out of bed, and why our food supply has taken a toll... Fascinating!" He was impressed by some quirks of the human body, but one fact has confirmed his need to be concerned. "This whole process is equipped with pain and discomfort... Must be troublesome."

The thought of the only human he cared for going through such an exhausting time, it brought a sharp pang of a different kind of agony. "And she latched onto me for comfort..."

Albedo scanned the screen one last time, turned off the computer, and headed back to his sleeping beauty.

(Y/n) woke up to find him gone again. She rose from the bed and wrapped the blankets around her, then forced herself to exit the room.

The smell of (f/f) hit her so suddenly, it almost knocked her over. And even if it did, she would've hauled right back up and ran straight toward wherever it came from (if she didn't feel like her insides were being pulled and stabbed by mother nature's demons). Instead, she walked as quick as she could, following the scent.

"Good morning, my dear!" Albedo's voice sprang her right up. That, and maybe the spread of her favorite food all over the kitchen counter.

"What's all this?" she asked, her eyes moving back and forth from her boyfriend and to the food.

"Firstly, I'm well relieved you are feeling better," he said, walking towards her and putting his hands on her shoulders. "Yesterday, I started looking into your condition and what I can do to soothe your aching torment."

(Y/n) stifled her laugh at 'aching torment.' 'Well, he's not too far off,' she thought, thinking back to the last couple of days.

"Therefore," Albedo continued, "I've decided that you deserve an entire day of yours truly pampering you to your heart's content! After this, you won't seek any other ailment, for there is none better."

(Y/n) grinned. "Okay, and what do you have planned for me, Mr. Ailment?"

"A marvelous question. First, I have gathered your favorite nourishments to ease your cravings. Second, over there on that table is a stack of movies I know is to your liking," he explained, pointing to the coffee table where there was indeed a neat stack of (Y/n)'s favorite movies. "And third, I shall put my studies and projects on hiatus..." He moved in closer, almost letting their foreheads touch. "For there is no place I'd rather be than here, with you, (Y/n)."

She let her stiff muscles relax and little. Her cheeks were already getting sore from the beam lighting up her face. "Someone's determined on getting mushy today," she said, then pushed her head into his chest. "And I think it suits you."

Above her, Albedo smiled warmly down at her, and lead her to the couch. (Y/n) plopped down on his lap and swung her legs over his own, then reached to hold his face. Her thumbs slowly caressed those cherry cheeks, and she couldn't stop herself from reaching his lips. Like every other time, Albedo let out an adorable squeak as their lips collided, and his hands gripped onto her waist her brought her closer to him as she hummed approvingly. The air was quiet, their hearts raucously rejoiced in sync, and their touch felt warmer than a patch of flowers bathing in springtime's sun. (Y/n) released him for just a second, but he hadn't finished relishing her - immediately, he drifted back into another kiss, as if he was ill and his ailment was her affection.

In a way, it was. She was humanity's perfection in his eyes: her alluring scent, her soft inviting lips, the way she laughed and spoke, her relieving nature, everything about her was his cure to his disgust towards this planet and its contents.

Finally, they departed. (Y/n) giggled at the webs of saliva that still connected them. "If this how it's gonna be every time I'm on my period, I guess I won't be dreading it anymore," she said.

Albedo chuckled for the first time in a while and gently pushed her head into the crook of her neck whilst combing through her hair. "That won't be necessary anymore, dearest."

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Hello, everyone! I hope you enjoyed this latest one shot, because I sure diiiid!!~ I apologize for how late this arrived, things on my end have been terribly busy lately, but I thank you so much for your patience, @lonely13ghost !

Next, I SHOULD be posting the beginning of the BOTW partner scenarios... it has been far too long!!!