#(PURELY PLATONIC)

[holorform2009]

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🟨🌼𝔻ℂ 𝕩 𝕊𝕡𝕣𝕦𝕟𝕜𝕚!ℝ𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕖𝕣 [𝕐𝕒𝕟𝕕𝕖𝕣𝕖 ℙ𝕝𝕒𝕥𝕠𝕟𝕚𝕔] -—> 𝔹𝕣𝕦𝕕!ℝ𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕖𝕣 -—> 𝔹𝕣𝕦𝕕!ℝ𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕖𝕣 (ℙ𝕒𝕣𝕥 𝟚) -—> 𝕊𝕜𝕪!ℝ𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕖𝕣

🟨🌼 ℙ𝕠𝕜𝕖𝕞𝕠𝕟 𝕩 𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕖𝕣 [𝕐𝕒𝕟𝕕𝕖𝕣𝕖 ℙ𝕝𝕒𝕥𝕠𝕟𝕚𝕔] -—> 𝔼𝕞𝕞𝕖𝕥/𝕀𝕟𝕘𝕠 𝕞𝕖𝕥 𝔹𝕣𝕦𝕕!ℝ𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕖𝕣 𝕓𝕦𝕥 𝕚𝕟𝕛𝕦𝕣𝕖𝕕 -—> 𝕃𝕠𝕤𝕥 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝔽𝕠𝕦𝕟𝕕 [𝕐𝕠𝕦 𝕒𝕣𝕖 𝕝𝕠𝕤𝕥] -—> 𝔼𝕞𝕞𝕖𝕥 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕀𝕟𝕘𝕠 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 ℍ𝕠𝕞𝕖𝕝𝕖𝕤𝕤!ℝ𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕖𝕣 -—> 𝔼𝕞𝕞𝕖𝕥 𝕤𝕙𝕠𝕨𝕖𝕕 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕁𝕠𝕝𝕥𝕚𝕜! -—> 𝕐𝕠𝕦 𝕤𝕥𝕠𝕝𝕖 𝕒 𝕨𝕒𝕝𝕝𝕖𝕥, 𝕓𝕦𝕥 𝕟𝕠𝕥 𝕗𝕣𝕠𝕞 𝔼𝕞𝕞𝕖𝕥 𝕠𝕣 𝕀𝕟𝕘𝕠 -—> ℂ𝕠𝕞𝕖𝕕𝕪 𝕚𝕟 𝕥��𝕖 𝕊𝕦𝕓𝕨𝕒𝕪 -—> 𝕋𝕚𝕞𝕖 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝔽𝕒𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣 𝕀𝕟𝕘𝕠 -—> ℝ𝕒𝕟𝕕𝕠𝕞 ��𝕠𝕠𝕕𝕝𝕖𝕤 (𝕎𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕠𝕠) -—> 𝕀𝕥 𝕚𝕤 𝕣𝕒𝕚𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕟𝕖𝕖𝕕 𝕒 𝕟𝕖𝕨 𝕓𝕠𝕩 𝕥𝕠 𝕙𝕚𝕕𝕖 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕗𝕒𝕔𝕖.

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[bunji-enthusiast]

Run, Run Far Angel

Note || I am obligated as a fanfic author to write this, sue me. I got attached to DogDay, and he deserved better in Chapter 3.

WC || 2,070

<(You are here)><(sequel part)>

Sypnosis || An unlikely shortcoming of a friendly entity, or, You get a new friend in spite of this hellish factory.

The noise that had buzzed in the far reaches in the depths of your ears had annoyed you to no end, insistent to remain with you. So many times over had your guilt marred your sense of peace, your sense of futility. Whatever control you felt you had in your life was completely gone the moment you had come back to the accursed place known as Playtime Co. Toy Factory. So many unruly things had gone here, things done and said that left you chuckling–few that had left you with regrets.

Regrets that had stayed with you for well over ten years, since your co-workers had disappeared. You always had a sinking feeling you knew well what had happened to the last of them, your friends and those that you had come to consider family. 

Then you fell into Playcare, a place once filled with laughter and joy, something of which was indescribable. To know the children here and being able to hear such joyful playing and sometimes the odd cry, it was fulfilling, now the whole Factory–every floor there was to know–was devoid of the very same life you’ve come to know and love all those years ago.

Now the only thing that had tormented your mind, as it always had been since you first arrived, was your fight or flight. Instinctive you were, but you hated every minute of having to run and hide away from the monster that had presided reign over their domain, on of which the very one you had to be stuck with was-

“Catnap?” You muttered, thumbing the scarred fur that was blotched with ashy spots, as if it were burned by fire. 

The small recreational stuffed animal looked so adorable for the most part, yet it disturbed you greatly, guilt was predominant in mind and body. In all of your years you had remembered working at the Factory you don't ever recall the name of Catnap, the creepy elongated mouth had stood out to you the most.

He was hunting you, toying with you for sport. You couldn’t really understand why he hadn’t just gunned you for killing you at a moment's notice, though you felt a breath of relief that you could buy yourself time.

Supposedly some of this relief is partial to the fact that this Ollie kid was guiding you on where to go, with how dark this place was is absurd to you–so the guidance was appreciated. A voice had finally snapped you out of your ever consuming thoughts, it was terribly the truth.

“Hey are you alright? Just press that button and you’ll be through in no time! The small critters cant seem to get you from up there so you should be alright.” Ollie, yes Ollie that is the kids name. Who is this strange person anyway?

Unfortunately you weren’t in a position to worry about that right now, you simply pressed the button with the help of your grabpack. Trying to remember all the hands you had now with you was troublesome, but you manage.

‘I suppose.’ You wonder if there is anyone in this place that won’t actively be out for your head, truth be told.

Maybe that was a miracle in mind, as you walked through the desolate rubble the air seemed to desaturate, a mist once permeated with dread and the iron taste of blood seemed to float away as you came across a surprising display. Gruesome but something nobody should have to see or experience. 

It seemed to be DogDay, you could've sworn coming across a cardboard cutout of the very same character earlier. 

He seemed to be so.. Sad.

“You…you’re Poppy’s angel. Come to save us. Nothing left to save, not here…You’re in CatNap’s home, angel. Their home.” His voice was broken, forlorn, vocal cords riddled with experience he never wanted to relive again. You felt saddened on his behalf, no doubt the pain he is feeling right now is tremendous. For a moment, silence had filled the comfortable atmosphere rendering you with a small pit of anxiety balling within your gut.

Still you feel as if you had to speak, but you allow Dogday to have his part, that much you could try to do for him.

DogDay’s head lolled about as if he were a ragdoll, the effort to make movement was extraneous. “A million pairs of eyes are on you now. Watching, waiting, hungry. They want nothing more than to crawl beneath your skin and eat away at you bit by little bit - fill what feels empty inside themselves.” Those words sparked an ire of curiosity inside your trodden heart, you wanted to help him now.

You needed help, especially answers too. He was in pain, and you wanted to help him, so to ease your guilty conscience a little; hopefully in the process of gaining a friend at the same time. “Catnap.. Just, I don’t understand him.” DogDay raised his head, looking at you wistfully as if he had expected the aforementioned cat to be brought up. 

DogDay winced as he moved, each little rattle sending painful vibrations throughout his body–the phantom legs hadn’t brought any peace to him whatsoever.

“That thing…CatNap. The Prototype is his God, and this is what he does to heretics.” His words carried an aura of ominous spiels, as if you were to heed this warning. “These little toys follow CatNap to avoid that very fate- and in return, they are fed.” 

In their place, you would take measures to avoid such a fate too if you would. To a point, you could sympathize with the small toys, not being able to do anything and the teetering possibility of being killed always hanging over your head. Knowing that alone is unfathomably terrifying.

“Would explain why they were hunting me previously..” You murmur, now tucking that thought to the depths of your mind. Still you wanted to hear out DogDay, for he knew better of what had gone on here then you did. His head had shagged, fur ruffled and dangling about as he had squirmed slightly.

“We tried to fight it, the Prototype’s control. I’m…the last of the Smiling Critters.” His tune was mournful, his friends really had been killed right before his very eyes. Catnap’s gas, you remember it well enough. 

You had to take a moment – articulate your words. You were completely filled to the brim with anxiety and alert, you remind yourself to not let down your guard in spite of being with someone who has no intention of wanting to kill you. “You had tried to escape, and he… knocked you out with his gas?”

DogDay’s brows creased, confirming your answer. You felt so terrible for him, causing you to be firmly set on a decision. 

You were helping him get out of here, in no way shape or form did you feel he should be left behind in shambles like this. “This is probably going to sound, insane. But I’m gonna help you get outta here.” Dogday perked up at this, nodding his head no.

He certainly didn’t want you to die, especially not on his account.

“Angel that is not wise! I will slow you down.” He persists, “Listen to me, you need to get out of this place. You need to live. You and Poppy can fix this, end this madness, the torment–” You didn’t want him to change your mind, so as immediate as you were, You desperately grabbed at his arms.

Quickly and surely enough the small critter toys had began crawling toward DogDay, you certainly would not put up with that. You fired a flare gun at the small critters, as much as you could so you could buy time to get DogDay out of his chains.

It seemed Dogday had sensed your determination to want to help him in spite of his warings, even with how much he had tried to convince you to leave. “You are doing well Angel, keep them away from me.. I will do my best to free myself of these.” His voice felt strained, cut off with a cough as he wriggled free–even if every brittle bone in his body had begged him to just lay there and rest.

You thanked him silently, continuing to work away at the critters who were highly determined in their goal to possess DogDay and resume their chase to kill you. “I am free! Quickly now Angel, quickly.” He ushered you forward to run right away, you picked him up as soon as he had done so and heaved him over your shoulders with a heavy breath as a display of your efforts. To say he was surprised at your willful strength was an understatement, he silently applauded you for your strength to keep moving.

Though, it hadn’t removed any of his worry for you as you continued to run forward, your muscles straining to keep up with your mind. From what he can understand of humans anyway, you were exhausted, though he felt it wasn’t right to speak out on it anyway–safety first before talking. 

“Almost there, Angel.. You just need to get to that elevator over there!” He jabbed his finger in the direction you needed to go, and you went on instinct with his direction. Your muscles ached and burned, but you could rest as soon as you reached the elevator, you couldn’t risk DogDay being left behind helpless with the small critters.

Speaking of which, they were still chasing you and your new companion. You wished they stopped, but you had considered an aforementioned thought, they only do this to ensure their fate wasn’t like his. Since then this has wildly changed.

You were close to the edge.

Then, you leaped, everything seemed to slow down. DogDay held on tightly, hands wrapped around your neck secured tight, to you it seemed comforting in the depths of your sudden despair.

You dropped right onto the metal plate, which luckily had railing. The door shut right behind you as DogDay had quickly made action to press the button to start up the elevator nor long after you had succeeded in jumping to the elevator. He slumped with a sigh, something you could very much agree with, sitting down with a thump following in your wake. 

Truth be told, you weren’t sure of how much more you could take much more of this nightmare. You may just as well be in a very long dream, and you were just actually sleeping at home, but no way however as the exhaustion had finally settled into your bones. 

Weary bones creaked about as DogDay made an effort to check over your slumped body, wanting to ensure you were not injured anywhere before he spoke, “Whatever questions you have..” He paused for a moment as if he were considering his words, something of which seemed to happen to a lot of people and toys alike in this Factory. “I will answer, rest for now first.”

DogDay was being his typical self, always so worried over someone else before considering his own health. His own legs being severed must be a great deal of pain, you wanted to ask him to rest too. Yet, you were too tired to respond, only nodding curtly as sleep had stolen you away from your awakened consciousness. 

A genuine smile seems to relax DogDay’s expression, you sorely needed rest. He would help you get that rest, things to talk about and things to face would come later. “You have done impossible things, you have run far. Thank you.” He quietly spoke, curling up to cuddle you. 

His head laid to rest on the crown of your head, hands and arms elongating ever so slightly to surround you in his warmth. DogDay was a leader, a friend, but he was also a good napping buddy. That much was certainly no lie to be told. 

Silence seemed to fill his ears now, sleep was creeping up to DogDay as well. Ah, he cannot sleep right now. You were in his care and vulnerable, especially considering you had gone through the trouble of freeing him. 

To those tormented, the madness had enraged man and toy, you were their saving graces. Someone they could get behind, without the utmost support where would you be now?

“Night has fallen, but for you I will do my absolute best to help you, Angel.”

[washeduprockstr]

Kiss your friends. <3

[happypiesmile]

Jessica Madsen saying that Changes by Black Sabbatt is Cressida's s3 song.

[sugarschnaps]

They might not have the fandom's love just yet, but they certainly have each other's.

Based on my hcs for Julie <3

(Purely platonic)

[raven-nerd4life]

I feel like this would be Bernice and duke just power duo with the sass of McGonagall

[ophernelia]

I want Kristopher and Rhiannon to bump purses real bad omg

Real. I mean omg noooo he’s a married man… That would be so wrong haha.. it’s not like I’ve been dreaming about those two together. Nope. Definitely not.

[seekmemystar]

giggling

[theo4eve]

I want to write. Give me scenarios. I will hunt you down if you like without giving an idea

[sadiecoocoo]

So, we know that Max is a dog person… but does anyone else think that David is a cat person?

It adds into another way that their personalities clash. Also Max basically acts like a cat and David’s basically adopted Max by now… that counselor takes in strays, change my mind

I think he’d get a black cat just because of the saying that they’re bad luck (a shitty saying btw, I rlly want a black cat)

[dumbbitchdisaster]

I wish her everything good, everything bliss and happiness and rest to feel like the best version of herself. And if that means needing time alone I can accept that.

But it still hurts to know that she needs so much time alone when she’s feeling down, while all I need right now is just one moment with her.

Just one moment of feeling the chaos come to a halt

Just one moment with her to not feel alone

[holorform2009]

Homeless

It turns out, your are homeless.

But you didn't tell them that you are, so what did you do?

You chatted them till night came.

You are surprised they are not very busy today, so you take up the time chatting them.

[nonoel-28]

Kakashi: Oh, just so you know, it's very muggy outside.

Yamato:...

Yamato: Kakashi, I swear, if I step outside and all of the mugs are on the front lawn...

Kakashi: * Sips coffee from bowl*

[gh0styfr13nd]

I want a really long hug where I’m sitting with the person on the couch and they just let me rest for a bit

Sounds very nice

[queenqunari]

Addicted to spending time with the homies. The more time I’ve spent with them, the more time I WANT to spend with them.

Yeah I know we hung out for 3 days in a row, that’s why I need to hangout TODAY. I can’t stop now. Can’t get you out of my system.

[the-ravenclaw-werewolf]

I was wondering: Is the whole Emma and Ciel thing going to stay as friends? Of course, do what you want, but I guess I just think it would be better as platonic since their relationship seems better as just wholesome friends along with their other friend Killua, and besides with her being 11 and him 12-13, y'know? I wanted to know since I feel like many readers would ship them and want them together, but I'm not really on the fence. I'll go with whatever you want to write with them, though!

I actually had this conversation within the comment section, but I honestly only see their relationship as purely platonic.

While the idea of them finding love is sweet and I could write it, they work better as friends. At most, I see them as platonic soulmates along with Killua. They play off each other really well and they bring out different sides of each other, all of which has nothing to a little to do with romance.

If other readers want to ship them, it's fine. Like I said, I also see the potential, but for this story, Ciel's and Emma's relationship will stay platonic.