#OUT OF *SPITE* FOR POPPY PLAYTIME

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wow guys, i cant believe the player character from hit mascot horror game Poppy Playtime actually saved all monsters, killed the Prototype and left with their newfound family! cant wait to see how the authorities will react to this weird family that just formed!

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Toy for catnap or dogday 🥺

"CatNap lives for the hunt."

[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.”

[moody-sunset]

A Poppy Playtime "Saving Everyone" AU

|Chapter Selection|

|<- Prologue|

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PT 1 - Twisted Familiarity

The thick air of the damp night lay heavily in Eliza's lungs as the looming building finally came into view. Her body ached with anticipation and dread as it all started to creep back into memory. Now all that remained between her and answers was a beat-up and weather-worn front door and any amount of common sense. Perhaps it was the finality of it that drove the sudden confidence in her step, or maybe just some strange need to spite her own worry, but either way, she didn't hesitate to make her way over that final threshold. She had things to do after all and she didn't come this far to cower at the first step.

Walking into the building after all these years was an almost surreal experience: The colorful walls, the echoing steps, the stale smell of oil and machinery. Familiar enough to bring her back to all those years ago, but still so changed that the place felt entirely foreign to her. It was nothing but a pale image of what had been, the silence of the empty halls leaving a particular feeling of wrongness.

‘Looks better than I thought it would’ is all the reaction she can manage. Despite the eerie feel of the place she manages to continue forward. She tries to keep her mind on why she's here.

‘Get evidence, then get the hell out’ she reminds herself, letting the thought repeat. It only stops when she notices an old tape lying on the reception desk. She pauses in her tracks, taking a few tentative steps closer and noticing a rather convenient VCR. She doubted it would be that easy to find what she needed, but still she put the tape in with all the confidence and hope she could muster. 

“Hi, my name is Leith Pierre and I'm the head of innovation here at the Playtime Co. Toy Factory. If you're seeing this, then you're trespassing! Yeah, we play this little tape on loop-” she sighs, her hopes dashed instantly. It wasn’t too much of a letdown; she knew it wouldn't be that easy, but she had just hoped once in her life she'd get lucky. But there's no point in moping about it, so instead she leaves the tape running as she looks around for anything else of interest. She ignores that uptight tone of his rather easily, almost impressed by how even after all these years she manages to still have no interest in what that man has to say.

“-So, you got my warning, it's not too late to turn around” She rolls her eyes, not a big fan of his dramatic flares.

“I just hope that you're certain whatever you're doing is worth it” The tape ends with a loud click as the machine begins to rewind itself. She stops her search to pause it, not wanting to hear his rambling warning again. The last line was the only thing that got under her skin, the seriousness of the threat of this place finally solidifying.

‘It is…it has to be’ she steels her nerves before heading towards the next room. That's when a certain old friend of hers makes its presence known on the other side of a locked security door. 

“ If I know anything about this place I know I'm gonna need that Grab Pack ” she mutters in resigned acceptance of her fate as she wonders just how she's going to get to the other side. A pad next to the door holds a random assortment of colors that she couldn't begin to imagine the combination for. She considers it for a long moment before coming to the only conclusion she can think of. Turning around, her eyes scan the entrance room again. Not finding what she needs she goes to the next room over, once more disappointed when only soft plushies line the walls. That is until she looks up at the somehow still powered train.

“That’ll do just fine” She uses the shelves to climb her way close enough to reach out and grab the old train and is beyond thankful to feel its heavy weight in her hands. Without much time to waste she quickly makes her way back to the office, toy in hand. She readied herself, taking a deep breath and hoping that whatever security systems they had were too old to function anymore. A second later the train leaves her hand, the sound of shattering glass stopping her heart for just a moment. She does not move for a while longer even though as far as she knew no one was anywhere nearby. Yet still she only continued forward when she was sure the only sound was the beating of her heart in her ears. Annoyance begins to mount in her when faced with another pane of glass in her way. 

‘Not very secure, is it?’ she carefully grabs the toy train from the pile of broken glass and wastes no time ridding the inconvenience, grabbing what she needed from the wreckage and doing her best to avoid cutting herself on the fallen shards. It's only as she puts the old thing on that her eyes catch on a blue tape. This time she decides to read the label and promptly sets the thing back down at the sight of ‘Grab Pack safety’. She'd seen that video enough to draw it from memory even a decade later. So she continues on her way, only to be proven immediately correct about the necessity of the Grab Pack when she's met with a door locked behind a blue hand. She goes to unlock it, missing more times than she'd wish to admit as she tries to remember what used to be second nature. She gets it soon enough though, the metal door opening to a sight she remembered all too well.

“And here I had almost forgotten about you” She is genuinely surprised that the thing still stands, her steps slower as she makes her way forward. She whistles at the sight of the looming statue, surprised that the larger than life Huggy Wuggy has only managed a few bits of grime and dust on its blue fur.

“Long time no see, buddy” A faint bit of nostalgia bites the edges of her consciousness, the memories of her mornings all those years ago flooding back. Despite the disdain that tainted them, there were always a few shining lights here and there, things she couldn't ever fully hate. Her morning entrance into the room with the goofy stuffed doll towering over her was one of them. She holds fond memories of her co-workers ribbing her for how she'd treat the tall thing almost like one of them. With how much of a constant it had been in her life it almost was. She even swore that sometimes, if she looked close enough for long enough, it looked alive . 

“You haven't seen any weird papers lying around, have you? It'd be really helpful if you did” She almost laughs at the absurdity of it. How had she ever found herself back here? Thirty-five years old and talking to an oversized stuffed toy. She truly had lost the wheel, hadn't she?

“Good talk, good talk. Unfortunately, I do have places to be” she continues speaking to it, an odd sense of comfort coming from the old piece of her life creeping back in. Still, she knew she had far more important things at hand. She shakes her head in an attempt to focus her mind again.

“See you around then” She gave a nod to the tall creature before turning to power the only door she could. Her heart sinks when it immediately short circuits.

Kling Kling

The chiming sound has her snapping her head behind her, trying to find the source of the sudden noise. She is confused for a long moment, a bit of frustration mounting until she finally spots it. A set of keys left dangling in the statue's hand. She stares intently at it for a while, confusion almost beating out her frustration. In silence she takes the keys before turning to the locked power room.

‘Surely not’ She turns the key and is completely shocked when they work, her head slowly turning back to the still statue.

“Well…I'm going to take the victories where I can. Thanks bud” choosing not to question the absolute miracle, she continues forward. She isn't quite as familiar with the Grab Packs electrical capabilities but she picks it up quick enough, using the emergency power to finally bring some light to the place. Relieved that she'll now be able to actually see what she's doing, she gains a slight pep in her step-

She stops, her entire being brought to a halt at what lays before her- or, rather, what doesn't . Her breath gets stuck in her throat, her heart hardly even a flutter in her chest as her mind tries to wrap around the sudden disappearance. 

‘It’s…gone? That- no that can't…’ she tries to find some rationalization for it as she takes a few tentative steps beyond the hallway. Her eyes dart around trying to catch anything out of the ordinary. Every glint of light or shift of dust catches her attention, but in it she finds absolutely nothing. 

‘Okay. This doesn't make any sense’ she ponders perhaps uselessly to herself as she slowly steps even just a bit further. Her mind suddenly races for explanations, each making less sense than the last. She even considers that she might have finally lost it, but in the end comes to the horrifying possibility that the statue was maybe, probably, most definitely, not a statue. With that, whatever amount of comfort she had grown disappeared just as quickly as she'd found it. With her senses high and her adrenaline beginning to pump, she carefully makes her way out of the room and down the long and dark halls she hurries through, hoping beyond hope that what she saw wasn't real. She moves rather quickly now, finding very little of note for a while. Making her way from room to room she spots two more tapes, but the information in them tells her less than nothing. She does manage to find the right hand to her Grab Pack along the way, but as much as that might help her later it wasn't too important now.

It isn't too long until she is once more met by a closed door, this time shut behind the lock of one stuffed toy. Looking around the room the task didn't seem too difficult, given the machine for making them was right behind her. So she tries not to be too irritated by the inconvenience, instead focusing on keeping an eye over her shoulder to satiate her paranoia. She's developed this horrible sinking dread of being watched since Huggys sudden disappearance, something she isn't quite fond of. So she gets along with it quickly, making a suitable hybrid bee cat thing and lovingly placing the freshly made toy on its designated pedestal. After a moment the machine seems to find it a suitable enough offering as it takes it away and allows her entry. 

Just as suddenly as the door rolls open does she feel the hairs on her neck stand at attention, a shiver of shaken nerves making their way down her spine. She tries to blame it on her paranoia and hopes to calm it with a solid step forward. The entirety of her body screams in retaliation but she dares another, and another. Slow, steady, and at attention. But when the air around her stills just long enough she's finally able to hear something similar enough to breathing to make her regret ever speaking against her body's better judgment. But it's too little too late. When she finally reconsiders and takes a simple step back, she's met with voided black pools of gloss finally catching against the light, a creature now somehow taller than she'd ever seen slowly creeping its way forward in awkward but deliberate movement until it stood all blue fur and sharp teeth. There is a moment where they both stand completely still, a short standoff where she is left to consider the impossibility of what she's staring at. But it isn't too long before instincts kick in and she does so the only sensible thing.

She runs .

Alarms blare suddenly as an unholy screech pierces the once still air. Her eyes turn quickly to the conveyor belt, the small opening being all she has the time to consider when she hears the screeching grow closer. She books it, her boots stomping loudly against the tiled floor. The conveyer thunks and and creeks as her heavy feet jump carelessly onto it and she dives through the opening. Only then does she spare any glance behind her, eyes landing upon a creature that should not exist as it charges against the suddenly closing door.

WAM thunk thunk thunk

Whatever it is slams against it, seeming quite upset at the circumstances. Despite the creature being on the other side of a metal wall Eliza wastes absolutely no time in getting the hell out of there. It's only when there's silence again that she thinks to stop moving. Suddenly aware that it wasn't at the door anymore.

‘Did…Did it leave?’ she asks herself, ears open for the slightest bit of sound. Carefully she slides down the tall vent, the metal creaking under the shifting of her weight…or was that her? She freezes again, her breath catching at the shifting sound of a vent moving in the distance. Realizing she was far from safe she picked up the pace again hoping to find a way out of here before-

She locks eyes with the creature through slits in a vent, the thing twisting and moving in ways so unnatural it made her stomach spin. It screeched again upon catching even a glimpse of her and she knew she had to go . Once more moving at a speed unlike she ever had before she makes her way deeper in, all the while hearing it shifting somewhere far too close for comfort. 

Her heart nearly stops when the thing suddenly appears in front of her. Without any hesitation she twists back around and ducks into whatever would get her further out of here. It was far too close now, she could practically feel it’s presence over her shoulder. She flies down the catacombs of metal, heavy breath only steady enough to keep her running. She catches glimpses of writing on the walls warning against going further, getting more and more urgent with every turn she makes as she continues to ignore them. Every corner felt like she only lost ground on the thing even if she never once turned to check. 

Then suddenly a door in front of her is slammed, the one behind her following suit. When she turns she is once again met with the horrifying and twisted way the creature pulls itself through the vents. She prepares to fight, feet digging themselves securely into the ground when the doors suddenly opens again. She didn't waste a moment in turning to run again, not quite liking her chances against the meat shredder of a mouth the thing had.

The traction of the broken conveyor belts against her boots gives her a speed advantage, but when it starts to send her backward she knows she doesn't have long left. So she gives it her all, practically throwing herself forward with every step until she is able to slide deeper into the building. She only ever seems to go faster, adrenaline and fear fueling her. Without a second thought, she uses her body to slam the cover open and she goes cascading out with it. The echoing clank of the metal hitting the ground is promptly ignored when she slams heavily with it, though whatever pain she should have felt was far too numbed by her adrenaline. Without a second to lose she goes to stand and keep up the chase. 

That is until a sudden grip on her stops her. She falls hard against the ground again before quickly turning on her back. Her eyes widen when she realizes what had stopped her, the tight grip of the terrifying creature promising that it would not be letting go any time soon. She struggles, kicking, punching, and screaming as the thing brings its full body back out of the vent. The sudden screech as the creature's many sharp teeth get far too close for comfort is what shocks her still, mind still not having processed the true horror of the warped toy. With nothing left to do, she closed her eyes tightly, her hands holding the creature as far as she could keep it. She braces for some sort of pain or at the very least a struggle but…

Nothing

No screeches, no teeth digging into flesh, no tugging or pulling or even an attempt to get out of her grip. Just a complete and sudden stillness . Slowly, and with the most dread she's ever felt racking through every system in her body, she allows herself to peek through squinted eyes. What she sees in front of her is a completely different sight than before. The creature's teeth are put away behind its wide and seemingly permanent smile, its head tilting slightly as it stares at you. There was no menace, no attempt to scare, just some strange stare , almost as if it was observing her. The confusion of the sudden change leaves her heart still and her mind racing, fear she's never felt before still wrecking its way through her system as she dares to open her eyes fully. Then the creature finally moves again, the rise of its hand making her flinch when it reaches for her throat. She grabs it's arm too late to stop what it was trying to do and for a moment she was sure that she was as good as dead when it, with just the most gentle touch, takes her necklace into its fuzzy hand. Its eyes seem to consider the sunflower trinket for a long moment, holding it just far enough for the string to press against the back of her neck. She isn't sure what to make of the sight, frankly she was out of her depth the moment that thing first showed its face, but this? This made next to no sense. It only continued to get stranger when just as suddenly as the thing had chosen to chase her did it choose to let her go. Without so much as a sound or second glance it turns back around, slinking back into the vent as if nothing had ever happened. 

Eliza is left with not a single rational thought in her body. Her adrenaline plummets in every quick breath in her lungs, her entire body shaking with the drain. She somehow managed to bring herself to her feet again, her gaze glued to the vent as if any second that thing would come running back like a cat playing with its food. But when nothing comes she is forced to consider that she might have just experienced some twisted miracle. Her hands almost absentmindedly grab at the necklace, surprised to see it still there. She squeezes it tightly to gain the courage to finally turn away from the vent.

She looks around at the now oh-so-confining walls of the place she had willingly put herself in. Suddenly these already eerie halls have become something much more sinister, leaving only her imagination to conjure the other horrors a place like this could hold. But despite all of this she still had a goal, one that was only spurred on further when faced with the true horror this place had to offer. Not to mention that she is now quite thoroughly lost. 

There truly was no going back now.

Next chapter ->

[sweet--sweet--muffin]

So I was bored out of my mind and decided to go down the rabbit hole that is Poppy Playtime.

And then I got attached to the critters lmaoooo.

Anyways, meet SleepySheepy!

She's a blind anthropomorphic sheep who is a scrapped character for the Smiling Critters in favor of CatNap, as the showrunners thought that the cat-and-dog duo would be more dynamic than what they had in mind for SleepySheepy.

There was a concept idea among the showrunners that she’d be a supporting character for the show, but it was canceled before SleepySheepy could make an appearance, leaving only sketches, drawings and storyboards.

Despite this, SleepySheepy has made an appearance as a toy concept and was made into retail as a plushie.

This then led to her creation as a Bigger Bodies experiment, where the point of her creation is to try and bring toys to life without the use of an orphan’s body. However, since she never made an official appearance in the Smiling Critters show, the sales of her plushie line are extremely low. Even after her Bigger Bodies experiment was fully created, the scientists planned to scrap SleepySheepy. But due to her quiet nature, they’d soon forget she even existed. The rights to her character were then sold to another company, where the Bigger Bodies SleepySheepy escaped to.

Description: "A graceful, fawn-like sheep, SleepySheepy's gentle, serene ways makes her unusually attractive to all types of her friends, family and the other critters who would soon meet her, whose care and well-being are her highest priority. She sings the most soothing lullabies, to the point where people would forget their worries and to just be."

Personality: SleepySheepy is gentle, whimsical and calm with a quiet and sleepy disposition. She has a number of unusual habits, such as sleeping in unusual places and taking long pauses during her conversations to think about everything she wants to say. She also gets rather annoyed and grumpy when she gets interrupted from her sleep. Though usually stricken with laziness, she is a hard worker and in spite of spending most of the time nearly falling asleep, SleepySheepy is apparently the most observant and logical of the critters, whether she knows it or not. Additionally, SleepySheepy is extremely intelligent and resourceful, relying on her wits to solve situations.

Scent: I'm debating between Cotton Candy or Chamomile, but now I'm leaning towards Cotton Candy :3

Poppy Playtime - Mob Entertainment

SleepySheepy - Me

[69fandom-fanatic69]

I know I like, never post outside of reports, but I've been watching Markipliers Poppy Playtime playthrough again and with teh release of ch 4 I've gotten obsessed with Dr. Sawyer so....

✨️NEW OC TIME✨️

So, unlike most takes and x reader fics I've been imagining this disgruntled, reluctant woman in her thirties (who has had no association with Playtime Co outside of maybe watching the advertisements growing up) being dragged along by her 20 something year old dipshit friends into the Playtime Co. Factory.

Shit obviously goes down and all her friends are dead. She (somehow) manages to make it down deep enough into the factory that she "runs into" Harley without interacting with most of the bosses (Mommy Long Legs, Cat Nap, etc.)

I say "run into" because it's more like she stumbles into his area (whatever the fuck you call it) and she makes a hide out nearby while he just silently observes with mild intrigue for a while.

She's been subsisting on sheer manic spite and the flesh of the (evil) smiling critters dolls (with great reluctance)

Might make her a unique character, might reuse one of my current ones and slap them into the story.

If you wanna use this stupid idea of mine please just credit me. Cool thanks.

[jade-eclipse-lithium]

My Poppy Playtime AU:

The Hollow One

Drawings by terrific @catcat-ouo !!!

Name: Jade Madrigal

Height: 2 m

Weight: 50 kg

Occupation: Founder of Ecstatic Eclipse

Special about this au:

Poppy doesn’t exist in this au.

Sure, Poppy is very important, she’s evil or she’s just scared, yada yada.

In this au, Elliot made a capybara toy from a corpse, named it Jade. Elliot realised how smart and social Jade can be, and turned him into a humanoid toy to aid in Playtime Co.

Jade works around with actual human employees, he never has real authority, but he knows how everything works since he was here since the beginning.

Jade knew Harley Sawyer when he was recruited for Young Genius Program, and became close with him like a brother to Sawyer.

Even when Sawyer was taken out of the Program by Elliot, Jade kept contacts with Sawyer.

When Sawyer returned by Leith’s invitation and started Bigger Body Initiative, Jade became partners with him for his intelligence and nurturing nature for the children.

When Sawyer is the father that created the toys, Jade is the father that took care of the toys.

Sawyer and Jade are partners and equals, they would bicker on sight, going as far as physical fights. Yet somehow they are often working with each other perfectly, completely each other’s role.

In this au, the toys only stayed in Playtime for a year after the Hour of Joy, until Jade guided them all out. Jade killed the Prototype himself, stopping his reigh, and there’s no Poppy here that wants to blow up the entire factory.

They settled in another factory that is under Jade’s name, and Jade made it into a place where the toys can be free as themselves, as well as entertainment mall for human visitors to earn money.

The entertainment mall is Ecstatic Eclipse, where every door is automatic (because Sawyer is in control of every part of the part like he had control of Playtime Co) and every animatronics are so life-like they seem to be alive. (because they are, those are the toys)

So in this au you will see every single toy, living in harmony, casually breaking and destroying TV screens out of spite, and only one (1) human. (It isn’t human)

All big toys, Huggy Wuggy, Mommy Long Legs, Catnap, Kissy Missy, Dogday, the critters, the smol Huggies, all live in this company created by Jade.

They are contented to entertaining visitors, without any stress or pressure like they used to, only need to worry what should they eat for dinner because now they have unlimited options.

Ecstatic Eclipse is a very successful company, so Jade is very rich, and he spares no expenses to treat the toys with whatever they want.

Jade himself always carries a staff for razzdle dazzle, yes he dances and performs too, and a phone that has Sawyer’s main consciousness is there.

It acts as both safekeeping from the toys killing Sawyer and that Jade and Sawyer can be together no matter when.

Building of Jade:

Jade is hollow inside, literally, he has no internal organs or blood that is necessary for his survival.

He doesn’t need substances to stay alive, and his body is made with elastic plastic and clay.

Elastic plastic allows him to be flexible and grant agility against even the fastest toys that might be aggressive.

Clay allows him to have greater endurance, and that he can fix himself even if he has taken damages from the toys.

Clay also grant him shapeshifting abilities that limit to changing his fingers to claws, and teeth to fangs, that is his hunting mode that he only used against Prototype and nobody else.

His eyes can go diluted when hunting mode (like Mommy Long Legs) to intimidate his opponent.

He does have screws and has visible joints for toys, but he always wear long sleeves and gloves to cover them.

His face doesn’t have muscles like humans do, so he has a fixed facial expression of resting-face, so he looks empty, that he is hollow.

Plus, his real voice has no emotions, hence he isn’t one of the gentle voices. Indicates that he isn’t the one that would ever lie to his children toys.

He may seem a serious person that knows everything, but actually he is always anxious and has no idea what is going on. He’s a tired dadtm.

[vind3miat0r]

random redacted headcanons time (theres a lot of them)

Darlin' let their friend (the one who got attacked by Quinn) do their makeup when they were both teens (Darlin' was the resident grunge/emo kid, and their friend was the preppy/y2k kid :3)

Obscura has scoliosis

Sweetie has an ostomy bag

Sweetie also has a very large dog named Lacey who can see The Caller

The Caller is a Stealth

Angel and Guy are siblings! :D

Adding onto that, Angel and Guy were both theatre kids, and they always did shows together

Angel doesnt have a filter, so theyre always saying unhinged shit. Baabe says unhinged shit too, but they do have a filter, so when they start yapping it sounds very out of pocket and very out of character (it scares Asher sometimes)

Milo and Sweetheart have had their neighborhood's HOA called on them multiple times for hanging pride flags from their house

Coworker and Kody are related (second cousins)

Obscura enjoys horror games, specifically Poppy Playtime and The Intruder. They also like Buckshot Roulette a lot

Treasure is THEE The Orion Experience fan. mf will not shut up about them (self-projection moment)

Porter likes tea. (before you say anything, hear me out) He specifically likes yaupon green tea and chamomile tea. The british tea jokes do get old, and hes had to restrain himself from strangling Vincent and Alexis multiple times before

The listener from the infamous April Fools audio actually had informed unempowered status🧍

Warden is a qualified professional therapist and teacher for children with special needs, specialised in autism. They also enjoy knitting things for their charges

Starlight has four planaria worms that they keep in a jar on their desk (they ominously refer to them as their sons)

Doc has a kitty. just a lil guy. doesnt know what a politic is, doesnt want to know what a politic is. just wants to be lil. Hush likes him a lot.

Angel has a pet preying mantis that they have somehow kept alive for two years

Coworker and Honey know each other because they frequent the same cafe (said cafe is the one thats owned by Obscura)

Freelancer can will and has bodied Gavin onto the sofa out of spite (early relationship) (they were dehydrated and sleep deprived)

Cutie's father is a professional hair stylist and taught them how to do hair. They also learned (of their own accord) how to take care of and style Black hair

Sweetheart is a Satanist (they gave Milo The Look at his "as above, so below" comment)

Asher regularly walks into a room only to stare at a wall, turn back around, and exit the room (ik that people do this occasionally, but he does it on a daily basis)

Sometimes, Freelancer will experience the worst stinging shoulder blade pain known to man (due to spinal fusion surgery). Gavin always panics when this happens, cuz he'll be in another room and all of a sudden feel a wave of agony go through Freelancer, paired with an anguished "AUGH MY SHOULDER BLADES" (this is based on personal experience btw)

[hello-im-not-a-possum]

Headcanons fore catnap from poppy playtime?

Tiny Toon Version:

-Is asleep most of the time and is awake in small spurts throughout the day, is mostly dragged along on adventures by friends.

-Him speaking sounds like squeaky meows that the other Smiling Critters can understand but the audience cannot.

-When he *is* awake, he gets the most extreme zoomies.

-During an intersection of Playtime co's adoption campaign and the cartoon run, lots of posters and a script was made about Dogday being adopted by Catnap's family, but for some reason the episode was never made, let alone aired.

-His home has at least three music boxes always playing in it.

-After the toy Catnap was recalled, the In-Show Catnap disappeared without fanfare or anything, which was made all the more jarring as he disappeared in the middle of Season 2.

Big Toy Version:

-Lonely, but is extremely uncomfortable being with people.

-Toy puberty was a bitch and he'll feel body dysmorphia when he's in places where it's easy for humans to move around in but hard for big body toys to.

-Never feels his actual size.

-While all of the others were 'heretics' and therefore either all needed to be killed or kept barely alive as a message, he keeps Dogday alive because his relationship with him is a lot more complex than his relationship with the other Big Body Smiling Critters. (Dogday still can't tell if him keeping him alive was done out of mercy or spite.)

-It's uncomfortable for him to stand on his hind legs but he'll do it during worship sessions anyway.

-Engages in zoomies and in his case it looks terrifying.

-His body naturally produces substances that even the Hat man would fear. Harvest his blood and drink it and you're out like a light in seconds but having the most insane nightmares ever. ...If you survive that is.

-One time he drew what he'd think he'd look like if he grew up as a human.

-He watches the Smiling Critters cartoon when he has free time, but only the season and a half that doesn't have Catnap in it.

-Tries to bury any regrets that pop up in his worship, he made his choices and its decades late to un-make them.

[hiwelcometothemonstersancturary]

HELLO EVERYONEEE, sorry for another huge absence. Again. Lemme explain what happened this time around I pinky prom it's good news <3

I got a job! Like, actual full-time job. Ya bird has to wake up at like 4:30 am in order to get there but the work I have to do doesn't fry my mind or kills my spirit, and so far it has been actually pretty nice!!!! Am getting callouses on my hands which is also genuinely super fun, finally I'm getting some gender happening there.

Asides from that!!!! Job has been taking a ton of my time, but I really hope I can manage to get funds to do stuff like finally buy a laptop for me to work on gamedev (current job is unrelated to it) and get out of my house. Speaking of which! Also good news: It isn't as hellish as it was before thanks to some (good) stuff that happened, so my sanity is also slowly adjusting itself. Bad news: It will take me a while longer to do Fun Activities like writing or drawing and posting stuff there, but I think I prefer things this way than having a fuckton of free time and little to no sanity or ability to relax on my own house.

I'll go back to actually answering asks and doing fun stuff because after so many months gone, my brain is slowly warming up to Poppy Playtime again, and this time it isn't just pure spite but actual appreciation for the fandom. Especial thanks to my friends + moots and my beautiful and handsome wife for helping my brain on making some good serotonin <3

ANYWAYSSSSSSS, ur birdie is also up on Art Fight - I'll try my best to draw and have fun with it, but again, not a lot of time (and sometimes not even physical energy to do stuff), but I know I'll have fun while at it.

And last but not least - am working on some Smiling/Nightmare Critters-related adoptables!!!! Would you guys be interested on those? I'm having lots of fun with designs and stuff so I hope others find them loveable enough to yoink them away from me.

Anyways please take care everyone!!! byeee <3

[theshipperqueenisnotdone]

Fandoms I'll Write For: LEGO MONKIE KID,My Next Life As A Villainess, Danganronpa, Undertale(ALL THE AU), Welcome home, Hazbin Hotel, Helluva Boss, Helluverse, FNAF, Harry Potter, Theorist (AKA MATPAT AND THE NEWS HOST FANDOM), Kaiju, The Monsterverse, Poppy Playtime, Witchcraft SMP, TADC, Epic The Musical, Greek Mythology, Oshi No Ko, and maybe I will add more later.

I will probably be writing more of yandere(Both platonic and romantic) because I like some bittersweet:)

I will not write unless it's has good reason to: Mindbreak(Depends), Dumbification(Depends), Abortions, Necrophilia, Character Death (Depends), Bad Ending (Depends), Rape/noncon(Depends), I will add later.

I will make some AU, it's would probably be cringe but you know what, I don't care.

Feel free to send in a request or ask me a question!

And also:

Gender neutral, Male and Female Reader's are welcomed!

Please don't expect an perfect character personality when it's come to AU and fanfic/headcanon as I have often make AU that sometimes mess up with the character.

I will not involve real life illnesses like cancer, if its something made up like Hanahaki for example I'll allow it.

I have the right to deny a requests, Nothing out of spite or hatred but some subjects are uncomfortable for me.

[sonicasura]

It was a very awkward process getting everyone else outside the Factory. The Omnitrix user had to feed the minis a lot to calm down their ravenous hunger, keep Piano-saurus from snapping, and coax Yarnaby through anxiety.

Meanwhile—Doey handled getting the Safe Haven residents to gear up to finally leave the lower levels of this place. Everyone was in disbelief at finally being able to leave—to go outside… Mommy Longlegs presence didn’t exactly reassure anyone so the only physically a human amongst them had to run interference.

Dart mentally swore this was more tedious than wrangling the Newspark Predacons…

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Getting everyone out was only half of what needed to be done—the next question to consider was where all the Toys would live now. What were they going to eat? How exactly could this remain sustainable so the more feral toys didn’t resort back to cannibalism? Rich could hardly be expected to pick up the slack his coworkers did when it came to the Toys.

Dart was bit out of it when most of the discussions were being held. Effectively? Poppy, Doey, Huggy, DogDay, and a BoogieBot simply called the Medic were the technical leaders of the toys. Mommy Longlegs, Miss Delight and Catnap’s violent past actions left them on a semi-probation for the time being.

The Omnitrix user dozed amongst the feral minis—Dandy having selfishly snagged the spot on their shoulder away from Simon and Poe.

They were having a conversation of their own.

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The Omnitrix found itself at a loss for words upon reviewing the memories more closely while in the shared mind space. Ever since venturing here with Razputin, the human teen made a habit of not letting things be buried. Neither device or user wanted another incident in which a psychic younger than them had to come into the mind space to “clean house”.

“…How many do you think? Calculate?” [User] asked despite genuinely not wanting to know the true magnitude. “There were so many…*

The Omnitrix’s projection of Ben’s form covered its mouth with a hand. “The piles you saw and countless more, I imagine.” It replied vaguely over the overall victim toll of Playtime Co. “Even if we had arrived earlier in this universe, I doubt we would have been able to change the course of events too greatly.”

“I’m aware of that.” They hissed out, avoiding looking at the images of their memories and taking a deep breath in. “Sorry… I just. Every time we find something good in one universe, another has to have something awful. Every single time. It always swings like a pendulum.”

It nodded in spite of having evidence that suggested every universe had measures of both within. “At least you were able to turn this awfulness into something good again. While they all have to live with their altered states, the Toys have regained their lives back.” The Omnitrix reminded, donning Ben’s signature smile to try to reassure them. Despite the device’s words—both of them knew it’s paltry comfort over a genuinely upsetting situation.

“Maybe, but if we don’t figure out the logistics of giving everyone somewhere to stay and a reliable source of food. They’ll devolve back to—“

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Dart “woke up” with a start inadvertently upending several miniatures by trying to punch whoever was near them. Thankfully, it was Doey so their punch was largely ineffective—

“Whu-What?” The Omnitrix user blinked through the muddled influence of half sleep, before realizing what happened. “Shit. Sorry.”

—ROB’d Anon.

Looks like Dart has a very awkward explanation to give everyone as they definitely heard all of that. Then again it was gonna happen anyway considering the teleporting, dismantled Prototype, and the Omnitrix hijacking a Poe. It does make helping set up a new way of life for the toys easier.

[bad-and-drawn-that-way]

we need to bully minors out of adult fandoms

I... have thoughts on this. The primary one being, where on earth did this come from? I'm just a little guy. A little scrimblo. A funky, mentally ill little dude who wants to smooch some fictional characters and writes about it. Why... did you come to my inbox for this?

Second thought: I originally was just going to delete this and move on with my day, but sure, I'll bite. Mainly because I do post NSFW content and have "minors, stay away" disclaimers on those posts. It may be wise to make my views on this clear for anyone who comes to my blog.

My opinion in short can be summed up very quickly.

Don't bully people. Just. Don't. It costs nothing to simply not harass others.

That being said, I do agree minors don't belong in adult spaces.

My in-depth thoughts are below the cut for those who care what one random person on the internet thinks.

Overall, the internet has become a dangerous and unfiltered space for young minds. However, it is not on the strangers of the internet to enforce the safety of minors, but their parents. We can post disclaimers and warnings. We can say "Hey! This isn't good for you! Please stay away and protect your own safety!" But ultimately, it is not our job to pick up swords and cut down every child on Tumblr and Reddit because we don't want them there.

If you post adult content or simply don't want kids interacting with your stuff there's only so much you should do. Tag everything. Put a disclaimer and warning in your bio. Block any minor you find interacting with your content.

Do not harass them. Do not get angry with them. Do not bully them. Not only will they not listen, but you'll only make them spiteful of genuine-intended warnings.

I'm an aunt who has helped raise my nieces and nephews since they were born. A lot of times, they'll hear me talking with their eldest brother who is now an adult about things like Hazbin Hotel and Helluva Boss. They'll ask me why they can't watch it yet or why I don't like that their parents let them play horror games like FNAF and Poppy Playtime. Rather than telling them "Because you're too young" and cutting it off there, I explain it to them. I tell them why the content is harmful at their age. I've done the research to explain to them scientifically the damage it does to their developing brains. I explain to them that adult content isn't meant for them and if they wait until they're an adult, they'll actually enjoy it more because by then, it may be relatable.

We were all kids at one point who thought we knew better than everyone else. As adults, a lot of us still do. No one likes to be told no. No one responds well to aggressive behavior from those trying to prove why they're right.

You can explain. You can tag. You can set your own boundaries. But no good will ever come out of harassing anyone just to prove to them why you're right.

And with that, I'm off to write some depraved self-insert content with a silly TV man with the emotional integrity of a plastic fish. Cheers!

[bitessback]

❝ 𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵'𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 ? . . . 𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐏𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 ! ( poppy playtime verse )

PP   has   become   my   lifeline   as   of   late   so   Jamie   is   getting   a   verse   as   well   ! Chapter   3   spoilers   ahead towards the end   !

Following   the   FNAF   6   location   incident,   Jamie   was   brought   in   to   be   gaslit   and   lied   to   by   their   therapists   and   subsequently   experimented   on   as   usual.   However,   this   time   it's   different!   This   time   they're   being   run   into   the   ground   by   Doctor   Sawyer   --   though   they   don't   know   his   name   when   they're   being   tested.   When   that   doesn't   work,   Faz   Ent   decides   to   cut   their   losses   and   send   them   to   a   facility   they're   partnered   with.   

Playtime   Co.

Now,   on   the   outside,   Playtime   Co.   seems   like   a   dream.   A   high   quality   facility   that   really   cares   about   people,   about   children,   and   about   the   quality   of   their   toys.   Still   shaken   up   from   having   to   deal   with   haunted   animatronics,   Jamie   delightfully   takes   the   offer   from   Playtime   Co.   and   agrees   to   work   there.

Jamie   is   kept   on   the   top   levels,   not   permitted   into   the   deeper   wings   but   not   really   minding   either.   Whatever   is   going   on   there   is   probably   just   Corporate   type   stuff,   though   they   were   incredibly   interested   in   coming   on   as   someone   to   offer   their   designs   to   the   company.   Which   is   something   they   brought   up   to   their   supervisor   while   being   shown   around,   to   which   they   laughed   fondly   and   stated   that   Playtime   Co.   is   always   looking   for   new   talent   --   fresh   meat!   

Jamie   didn't   realize   what   that   meant   then.

Jamie   works   there   as   a   supervisor   over   quality   control   and   is   very   specific   about   it.   Over   time,   I   think   they   may   have   felt   a   little   safer   about   going   to   visit   their   family.   Especially   because   they   weren't   aware   of   the   partnership   between   the   two   facilities   and   thought   perhaps   Faz   Ent.   was   simply   done   with   them.

The   Hour   of   Joy   occurs   while   they're   gone,   and   they   don't   understand   what's   going   on   when   they   return   to   work   their   first   day   back.   The   entire   place   is   blocked   off,   shut   down,   and   they   never   figure   out   what   happened   there.   What   happened   to   everyone.

But   they   have   a   sneaking   suspicion   it   isn't   as   simple   as   a   "gas   leak"   or   something.   

Years   later,   their   conscience   finally   getting   to   them,   they   decide   to   venture   back   into   the   facility   and   find   the   horrors   that   await   there.   Riddled   with   guilt,   they   head   in   deeper   and   deeper.   They   don't   exactly   trust   Poppy   at   first,   but   when   she's   yanked   away   by   that   strange   thing   their   conscience   won't   allow   them   to   just   wait   it   out   or   try   to   find   another   way   to   leave.   

Despite   how   rough   around   the   edges   they   are,   they   slowly   begin   to   realize   what's   going   on   here   and   the   deeper   they   go,   the   more   horrified   they   are   by   what   they   find.   The   words   spoken   by   Mommy   Long   Legs   in   the   Statues   game   haunts   them,   and   hits   them   deep.

"      ...   But   you   used   to   work   here,   if   anyone   deserves   to   die   it's   you.   "

Chapter   3   spoilers   ahead   !

Jamie   most   certainly   tries   to   save   DogDay   and   CatNap.   Desperate   to   help   them   and   distrusting   of   Ollie   in   spite   of   how   he's   helped   them.   It   takes   a   while   for   Jamie   to   trust   anyone   as   that   much   is   clear   but   it's   only   because   of   how   untrustworthy   other   people   have   proven   to   be.   

But,   as   time   goes   on,   and   they   see   the   tragedy   that's   unravelled   here   under   their   nose.   And   the   toys   look   on   in   hope   --   in   spite   of   the   massive   amount   of   imposter   syndrome   that   they   have,   they   decide   to   press   on.

After   the   DogDay   encounter   and   CatNap   bossfight   things   are   most   certainly   personal.   The   Prototype   is   something   most   likely   huge,   an   amalgamation   beyond   their   size   and   strength.   

But   they   have   to   try,   stubbornly   and   stupid   and   as   much   of   a   fools   errand   it   feels   like.   They   have   to   try.

[ginger-futch]

Fun fact for the Return AU: Sam has a website! Here's the main page text:

Welcome to The Playco Archive!

This is an archive dedicated to documenting the mysterious incidents either occurring at or in connection to the Playtime Company.

Founded in 1930 and situated near the town of Alexandria, IL, Playtime Co. was a toy manufacturing company that dominated the market from the 1950s to the early 1990s. You might recognize some of their big name products – Huggy Wuggy, Mommy Long Legs, Bron, and of course, Poppy Playtime herself. They were also known for their Foster and Adoption Care Initiative, which incentivized workers to take on legal guardianship of orphaned children to be housed and cared for in the factory’s on-site orphanage, Playcare.

You might also be familiar with their controversies, ranging from the awful but mundane to disturbingly bizarre.

The most well documented part is the endless lawsuits. As early as 1955, the company had been faced with near endless legal battled with employees current and former, over various complaints of unsafe work conditions, wage theft, and workplace harassment. In 1982, they had to recall the Owen the Oven toy for causing third degree burns on the children that played with it, and in 1990 the company was forced to pull a character from its Smiling Critters line, CatNap, for expelling a chemical that induced violent nightmares in children.

Additionally, the company has been linked to a number of disappearances and mysterious deaths, though admittedly reporting and records on these are scarce. The most well known case is that of the day the factory shut down, in which hundreds of people disappeared en masse out of seemingly nowhere during operational hours. In spite of pressures from the families of those reported missing, the company has still yet to come forward with any explanation at all as to what happened.

In fact, the more I look, the more it seems like the entire company just up and vanished the day the factory shut down.

The purpose of this archive is to provide an all-in-one resource for the controversies of the Playtime Company, as well as a venue for the friends and families of the lost to tell their stories where they may have been ignored or silenced by mainstream media.

Links:

About

News Clippings

Survivor Testimony

Contacts

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This website was made in dedication to Teddy and Mari, may your truth be found.

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[Not to spoil my own AU, but let's just say, there's a good reason Playtime Co. hasn't silenced Sam's investigation attempts. It may or may not have something to do with their business partners overseas and Leith Pierre's interesting decision to move operations to Chicago.]

[iamnathannah]

And noticing the very heavy decline in children's networks as instead of trying to come up with better things to entertain and enlighten kids, broadcasters and studios are just choosing to give up and let them all go to YouTube, Roblox and Fortnite, which is not what anyone should be wanting at all.

These days Nickelodeon is a death march of Paw Patrol, SpongeBob and bad sitcoms, Disney is shows from the 2000s and I am NOT even going to get into anything about Cartoon Network (because that fanbase is angry) except that Adult Swim shouldn't be starting at 6pm ET and the actual network that gives the network its name should not be airing for less than half the day. NBC is giving up on Universal Kids because when they did try to make fresh shows nobody watched.

Then there's broadcast 'educational/informational' programming (NOT PBS), which is hilariously bad and not even focused towards kids any longer. It's basically the most insipid content like 'baby animals for a half-hour, generic 'save the earth' programming we found insulting in the 90s, or bad reality shows for adults that had an 'educational expert' squeeze out a couple of generic 'being part of a team is fun!' and 'never question anyone with a uniform on or you will die' lessons. And all of them are surrounded by advertising for seniors, so it's very clear the actual target audience is 6-13 year old kids as it should be, but senior citizens stuck with nothing else to watch in a nursing home day room and toddlers who haven't had iPad exposure yet.

And you'd think the streamers would be trying to grab that audience, but David Zaslav strip-mined most kid's content from Max (including Sesame Street) because of his insane lust to not give out residuals and get tax benefits for not airing shows, Netflix had killed its own kids show budgets and even Disney+ doesn't create much for children on its own.

So it's off to YouTube and its hilariously ineffective kids app (whose passwords are easily figured out), but bad parents don't care and just give them a tablet with regular YouTube unfiltered...and thus my niece and nephew get exposed to things meant for teens like 5 Nights at Freddy's, Poppy Playtime, and the Amazing Digital Circus. My sister and brother-and-law can only do so much, and even though I have YouTube Premium, they always use it in guest mode; it's why I hated Sniperwolf well before she did sketchy stuff because of all the screaming that kept them entertained in a much sadder manner than me as a kid getting excited for a new Garfield and Friends or Super Mario Bros. Super Show (also a LOT of Saved by the Bell; I'm so a Jessie because she's like a more calm Paris Geller somehow outside the amphetamine abuse that one time oh I have to write that one time with Paris).

The web? Forget that! Distractions like Candystand where we played so many games in the 00s and all the network websites are gone, along with Flash, replaced with demands to download their tablet apps or streaming, because these days it's more about data collection rather than entertaining children and they don't want to develop new games. And it's so damned sad. Creativity is starved when artists can't create and show new things to children to entertain, and the spirit of the Nickelodeon I grew up with, where 'kids rule' was the network motto and they definitely did, has long been replaced. We don't even have the fun of the 2010s with Victorious (in furious spite of Dan Schnieder) any longer, replaced with a soulless and now somehow dark for some reason Henry Danger remake. It's all about content, not fun, learning and entertainment.

Thank God for PBS and actual children's entertainers like Ms. Rachel, because they're fighting the hardest battle against crap like Cocomelon and other literal brainrot while the FCC and FTC (at least until Monday, when they'll be impotent against anything except GOP slander) feebly throw them small fines that are just more expected operating expenses than actual punishment for not fulfilling their broadcast obligations.

I don’t have children so take this with a grain of salt but I hate when you can tell people like the concept of their children more than their well-being. Parents like the concept of an all-beige nursery that’s photogenic more than they care about the development of their kid’s brain. They like the concept of a cutely dressed kid in designer clothes more than they care about their comfort and personal desires. They like the concept of a child who never eats poorly more than they care about the happiness that can come from a child eating some candy now and then. People need to stop treating their kids like little dolls