#Poppy Playtime fanfic

[donutz]

Yandere Catnap x female smiling critter cat reader

Request from Wattpad—! Here you go Shaymi999☆

You weren’t the only cat out of the smiling critters.

There was another one, Catnap. Though, you were very much like him.

You were barely any different from him! The only difference is that you were a girl(and maybe the color, it depends on what color you want to be).

You were quiet, sneaky, hid in the dark, interacted with others, but not so happily. Even if it looked like you hated being at Playtime co, it wasn’t that bad here.

Other than the abusive workers.

And Catnap stalking you.

You didn’t find it that creepy, but it did annoy you a little bit. Why couldn’t he just interact with you? Yet you caught him looking at you every time.

Cat instincts, that’s all. Y’know, maybe he wanted you gone because he wants to be the only cat critter.

You’ll just have to wait.

There would be times where you tried to talk to him, but he’d just walk away.

You don’t know why, he could at least just listen to you. Makes you feel a little sad.

Of course, somebody noticed. That was Dogday.

“Mew, you’ve been seeming kind of down these days, are you alright?”

“... Yea, it’s just that. Catnap’s been ignoring me. I try to talk to him, but he just walks away.”

Dogday furrowed his eyebrows a little, pretty disappointed in Catnap’s actions.

“Oh alright, I’ll try to talk about it with him..”

“Oh, thanks Dogday.”

After that, you caught Catnap right behind you staring at you. It happened quite often.

… At least he wasn’t hiding in the shadows.

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.

.

But now, 10 years later, he’s always in the shadows.

And 10 years later, you’re here, roaming the halls just like Catnap. You wish you could check up on Dogday, but you can’t Catnap’s too possessive.

If you even tried to sneak around to talk to him, Dogday would be dead the next hour. Not from Catnap’s hands, but from the smaller critters' mouths.

You wish you could just see your best friend one last time.

But you can, just this one time. Why? So you could alert Dogday that his body will be taken over by the smaller critters.

The tinies were listening in of course, excited to finally get their fill.

Why does the only time you get to talk to him the time where you tell him how he dies? Sometimes you wished Catnap wasn’t so possessive. You feel as if he would trust Dogday but— apparently you were wrong.

“Oh.. I guess I’ll have to prepare for the future.”

You wish you could rub your head against his and tell him it’s okay. You wish you didn’t have to tell him the way he dies. You wish you could’ve just passed like the other critters.

What made you so special?

“...” You would’ve told him you’re sorry, but you know Catnap was watching. He would’ve told the smaller critters to make Dogday’s death more painful and slow.

You just want him to be put out of his misery. He could’ve just agreed with serving the prototype and he would’ve lived.

But that’s not the Dogday you know.

And apparently, the player arrived so you have to go.

Even if they were already dealing with the smaller demonic version of the Smiling Critters, Catnap was determined to kill them. Or, to hunt he says.

Catnap wants to kill the player, but wouldn’t mind you doing it instead.

Unfortunately, there were hiding spots in the play area. The place where there’s different colored blocks and random holes that the small ones come from.

You were looking for the player, and since you saw the hiding spots, you looked in them. After some time you finally spotted them.

You grabbed them and threw them on the ground. They used their grab pack and grabbed at your eye. You tried to stop them by grabbing their face, but the hand took your eye out of its place.

And for some reason that singular eye was heavily connected to the organs in your system.

The player scurried towards a possible exit in the place, and ran, leaving you to die by yourself.

Catnap thought you could handle it yourself. But you didn’t.

Not only did you being dead anger him even more. But he didn’t want to hunt anymore, he wanted to torture and kill that stupid player.

He loved you so much that he didn’t even give up your body to the Prototype. You weren’t just some toy, you were his love.

Thankfully, the Prototype accepted the fact Catnap wanted to keep you.

After that, every way Catnap planned just to spook the player, wasn’t just giving them a little scare anymore. It was supposed to terrify them. To make them feel threatened.

To make them scream whenever he came near them.

He even released his red gas to make them have horrific hallucinations.

He nearly killed them, but didn’t, he wanted them to go through the pain he experienced.

But no matter how much torture they went through, it will never make up for the death they caused.

It will never replace your death.

It will never make him as happy as he was when you made him happy.

[xasteriiaaaax]

This is just a dtiys and the original artist of this is HebaKawal on Twitter

[dark-hoodie-thoughts]

Hour Of Comfort

Requested by: @cupophrogs

Bunzo would be more fidgety and silent the employees screams haunt him, the new found silence in the factory would change him.

He would spend his time in the memory room or with you, he would avoid the others everytime he sees them he remembers the things they did, he did.

Bunzo would cling to you everytime he's around you he'd listen to you intensely, he'll try anything to forget the thing they call 'the hour of joy'.

He regrets it almost everyday, bunzo loved when the kids would come and play, he loved to see you help and play with them but now everything is silent and dirty.

Bunzo would try and find things he could do that keeps his mind off of it and keep to himself when he feels venerable even though you tell him not too he feels like a burden.

After a while bunzo slowly returns to his former self he would branch out to the others like mommy and kissy and he would spend more time with you.

Bunzo would cuddle you each night sometimes holding you tighter then the last when the silence gets to him, you get him and comfort him.

He would open up to you more and try to get out of the corner he kept himself in for soo long and when he finally gets out, feeling back to normal he'll thank you and praise you for sticking by him.

[puttersmile]

ask and you shall receive

I cast WIP spell! Show us your work in progress art and stuff!

OH! What a coincidence!

My brain was scratched. I'm working on a short story. Horror-ish. This art is a scene from it.

Hopefully I can finish this so it isn't a work in progress forever.

yes I guess this technically counts as ship art...in a weird way. You don't have to ship it tho.

[wakebymoonsleepbysun]

Word count (total for both chapters): ~3800

Yoooo let's go rescue DogDay!

Let's also see if I can have two active WIPs at once. ^^;

[robbie-lee-zombie]

mini ficlet I got inspired to do ( @fluffymary )

When the gang of smiling critters have a sleepover, you better believe they go big or go home.

Kickin was the first to pass out after the movie, hanging halfway off the couch at the start, but eventually slumped to the floor at an odd angle and still hadn't stirred. Crafty and Bearhug aren't far behind as they both yawn, drifting off on the far left of the couch, holding onto one another. Hoppy, Bubba and Piggy were huddled in their own pile on the other end, looking uncomfortable to anyone else but snoring all the while.

What about our final two?

One of our sweet little friends was having a horrible dream. Horrible enough to leave him panting when he awoke, checking around the living room frantically for any monsters that might still be lurking in the dark. Dogday knew he was being silly, but it still got to him, he just knew something was coming for him! Something waiting to come out and grab him, something to steal him away and no one would ever find him again-

"Hey, hey, it's okay. Look at me. Just keep your eyes on me, okay, pup?"

One, a night owl, someone who sleeps in the day because he guards the night. He protects his family, his friends, while they're vulnerable, so they have nothing to fear. Right now, his closest friend - his partner - had something to fear. Catnap couldn't have that.

"I couldn't run away- it hurt so much, Catnap-"

"Shh, shshh I know sunspot, you don't have to explain. I'm here. You're safe here."

A few beats of silence pass. Then, Catnap got an idea.

"I got it." Catnap lifts Dogday's chin to look him in the eyes more clearly. Smiling, sweetly, he whispers. "You want to hear a lullaby?"

Immediately Dogday's face starts to feel hot and he's pulling on his right ear, twirling and picking at the fur in a nervous fidget. His tail starts thumping behind him. "You- What if- You don't have to, I'll be-" Dogday whines a little. Embarrassed. Excited. Eager.

"Let me try that again."

Dogday's sputtering was immediately halted by Catnap's purring. He could feel it in his touch, in his paws any time he held Dogday's cheeks in his hands, it was a soft rumbling under the skin. It was soothing. "May I sing you a lullaby, sweet pup?"

Dogday willed his tail to stop wagging for a moment to respond seriously. He nodded. "Yes. Please."

Their positions are shifted to have Dogday leaning on Catnap's chest, slouching comfortably in case he were to fall asleep sooner than anticipated, which Cat had already dubbed in his mind would be no time at all. Dogday's tail wags without his permission, but neither of them mention it.

Catnap's claws make quick work of Dogday's ears, scratching at the base. Enough to tickle, enough to squirm and smile so wide Dogday's cheeks start to hurt, but not enough to laugh. Meanwhile, Catnap's tail traces along each of Dogday's toes that are tucked under the blankets. "Twinkle Twinkle Little Star~"

Dogday knew what lullaby this was. It's kept between them purely for Dogday's dignity and from dying of embarrassment. Not because they'd tickle the life out of him.

"How I wonder what you are~"

But because of how well it works. Plus, Catnap isn't the first one to go around bragging about his own singing voice as it is, he'd never hear the end of it.

"Up above the world so high, like a diamond in the sky~"

"Wahahait!!"

"Dogday, you made me mess up the song, now I'll have to start over..."

"No! Nonononohoho don't stahahart over, please-" "Well, maybe I won't have to start over... If you can tell me where my tail left off?"

"Y-Your tahahail?"

"Yes, giggle pup, I need to know where my tail was on the last verse, so I can pick up where it left off. I can't recall..."

As Catnap whispers aloud, his tail sweeps up and down Dogday's soles. Dogday throws his head side to side, trying his best to keep his giggling to a minimum, but the faster that appendage swipes, the more restless Dogday gets.

"Was it along your soles, those bright suns on your feet? While we said "Up above the world" or was it-" His tail switches to sliding between his toes. "Between your poor little toes, as we said "Like a diamond in the sky"?"

Catnap knows this. Catnap loves this.

Dogday could hardly pay attention as Catnap's tail was sawing between his toes. Before he was even aware of his own actions, Dogday was squeezing one of Catnap's hands in his own, bracing himself on whatever willpower he had to not fight Catnap's attack. The other hand was frantic, pawing at the ground, his own torso in a self hug, hiding his face, he couldn't decide what made it better worse.

"Dihihiamond!! You were on diamohohohond!!!"

"Ah, that's right! Thank you so much, my little tickle pup, I knew I could count on you~"

As much as the lullaby felt like it droned on for hours, it really was helping. It was quiet enough between the two of them that this moment never had to be seen by anyone else, it was a special time that let them hold onto one another, to laugh away the nightmares. Catnap's song was eventually interjected with his red smoke - with Dogday's consent being the agreement to the lullaby in the first place, they established that ages ago.

That's what really knocks Dogday out, but Catnap likes to wait as long as he can to use it, just to savor in Dogday's bright smile and pink face just a little while longer.

"A pretty orange and pink sunrise, just for me alone."

As the sun rises in the windows through the curtains, Catnap finally falls asleep.

[martinfox141]

Oh, I almost forgot! All will be based on the Daynap ship. Possibly there will be others in any story but it is open to your readers' wishes. Thank you in advance for every vote and participation, I look forward to your answers!^^

The stories will be on Ao3 for better access. Last reminder :3

❤️🧡💜

[spark-hearts2]

Extra close up of dogday because for every piece of art that I see of him drawn with a chiseled chin and anime esk wild hair, I draw him more fucked up. I head cannon that he is not a charismatic sort of man but instead a sopping wet animal kind of guy. Unfortunately, this does not change any romantic value he has. Plus full picture of Player (pretty much my oc at this point) out like a light. That ass is canonical.

Link to related fic:

http://archiveofourown.org/series/3273111

[collectingsorrows444]

Coming Soon on ao3….

Fanciful Hiraeth

By Ghost_Sorrows24

“You entered the place. You explored it. Of course you did! All for a stupid dare, uh-huh. Or was it really for that dare? Wasn’t the reason you came here because of your curiosity? Your stupidity? You and your dumb teen brain can't get things right. Always letting your impulsive and intrusive thoughts get ahead of you.”

🧾📂ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁☆

Your 14-year-old-self was dared to enter the abandoned factory call Playtime Co. where it was said that the employees and kids went missing. Initially, you didn’t want to go, having the fear of not wanting to lose your parents' trust again. But the name sounds oddly familiar, and you can’t place a finger on why. Even your own memory was failing on you. You and your stupid mind, if only you were as smart in these situations like you were academically.

You let your own thoughts take over your actions, no doubts, no second takes. You let yourself get dragged into this mess. You’ve finally lost it. Now having to see multiple things and hear it, you want to catch a break. Your own clothes are now dirtied and ragged, your skin clammy and start to come back with acne.

How long has it been since you’ve seen the stars in the night sky? Oh right, you’ve never seen the stars before, having your eyesight fail you as the years go on. Such a shame, if only you had not come into this company’s property in the first place. Now they’ve proclaimed you as their savior.

:)

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Can’t wait to let you guys know if it’s release once Chapter One and Two has been written! ^^ Poppy Playtime has recently became back into one of my main obsessions besides bands and other fandoms!

I will post the link to this fanfic when I’m done <3

Disclaimer!

- the reader character is a teenager

- everything will remain platonic

- mentions of blood

- mentions of wounds

- detailed descriptions of how the reader feels (?)

- There is no CatNap/DogDay (CatNap x DogDay) or any other ships

- It takes place when the player is about to leave Home Sweet Home.

- I will do my best to try and remain canon to the timeline

- I may not be able to update or post immediately just like my other fanfics or stories, most are discontinued. So, I wouldn’t have my hopes up that this fanfic may be posted immediately.

- My grammar is not perfect, and I type faster than I can register what I want to write.

- There is barely a plot besides the canon plot, so bare with me.

See you later, my starlights! :D Make sure you take care of yourselves and take things one step at a time <3

[internetho]

BOO >:D

“What Was Before” fanart be upon ye. Go check it out on Ao3 :p

@thealphavoidofficial

Kinda finangled the design a bit but I do hope it looks ok :)

Ft. Lyrics taken from ‘A crow’s trial’ based on the third to last scrne in the fic (check Alt text cuz they’re kinda hard to read)

[deathbywritersblock]

Chapter 1 is out! Yippee!

Omg planning this whole thing took so long. Enjoy the food, DayDream/DayNap shippers

[donutz]

Yandere Dogday x shy female reader

A/N|| Yandere Dogday isn't really a yandere that acts out, he just watches, as I prefer sticking characters to their personalities, and the fact Dogday wouldn't hurt a fly, literally. Also this is quite shorter than my usual uploads, sorry(x_x)

Request from Wattpad—! Here you go Justlila79 ☆

—☆You are a human in this

I mean, Playtime co wouldn’t be a bad place to work at right?

It’s just dealing with a bunch of toys! And kids..

There’ll be times where you freak out a bit on how human they were.

Toys with a digestive system? You weren’t sure about that one…

But what harm could go along with that? After one month you’re already warming up to this place!

Though you sometimes feel uneasy.

Like when you’re by yourself. You can barely even get sleep! Well at your workplace… I guess that motivates you not to sleep on the job.

And because of that certain someone stalking you, you can kind of.. Zone out. Of course, somebody had to notice. Dogday. He’s asked why you’re so tense, but when you explain it he gets nervous.

… Thinking about it, it is kinda strange. You’ll look into the shadows and at times you’ll see a resemblance of a sun.

The same sun that laid as a necklace around Dogday’s neck. There’s no way the cheerful and loving dog would be stalking you right? Yea probably, he’s been giving you hints without trying.

Maybe you’re just thinking too much! Yeah that’s all. You do tend to do that with every situation.

You’d go off and adventure into those particular shadows but that’s how you get killed in a horror movie. But if that stalker was Dogday I’m pretty sure he wouldn’t do anything but walk away, or try to make a noise to distract you.

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Maybe you should just stop thinking about it.

“Co-worker! Are you alright?” Dogday’s bright voice snapped you out of your very deep thoughts.

“Uh, yeah. Maybe.”

“... Is it because of that person who ‘stalks’ you..?”

You wouldn’t want a cheerful dog to know that you’re stressed. I mean it’s Dogday so it’s okay… Maybe.

“... Yeah. I don’t feel too uneasy about it but— I think I know who.”

You could visibly see Dogday’s eyes growing more worried.

“Oh! Really…”

You gently hold his sun necklace as you make eye contact with him,(something that you can barely do)“Are you the one who’s been watching me Dogday…?”

“...”

“Could you just answer me please..”

After a good 5 minutes of silence, you had to do something to convince him to talk.

“I won’t be mad—”

“Yes. I am.”

You let out a big sigh, “That’s what it took to convince you? Makes sense. But why?”

“Uhm… Because I like you.”

“In which way…”

“Not like a crush but… Like I wanna hang out with you and be with you.. All the time…”

“You should’ve just told me Dogday… You can hang out with me more often if you’d like, just ask.”

“I’m sorry…”

“It’s okay.”

After that talk, you went to your work area and had Dogday with you because the kids haven’t woken up yet so it was fine for him to be here.

He was sitting on your lap with his tail wagging, mainly because he can finally get that ton of weight that was on your back, and be with you at the same time.

To the average adult your work would be boring, but to Dogday it was like a whole new world. You looked down and saw how happy Dogday was just to be alone with you.

You found it adorable.

He really is just a puppy.

[xasteriiaaaax]

This is just a dtiys and the original artist of this is Chaccolate on Twitter

[numberonesnarkfan]

Werehuggy Rich fic 1

enjoy, you absolutely content starved scoundrels.

Rich wasn’t going to go down without a fight.

If they were going to take him from everything; his wife, his future, his life, simply for the crime of anger, fine. But he was going to show them… Actually, no. They weren’t going to do that.

He exhaled harshly. He was a big guy, he was more than capable of punching the lights out of a couple of scrawny scientists. Or… A couple of huge, hulking dudes with bulletproof vests and stun batons. Whatever. He just made himself ready.

And, true to his promise, a fight he put up. He was surprised with himself at how effective his screaming and violent attacking was. He was becoming convinced that he was actually going to win this fight, until, mid-yell, he heard a voice from behind him.

“Roger. It’s bedtime.” the deep female voice said, and Rich felt a sharp pain in his shoulder. In the moment that he flinched, one of his attackers landed a nasty punch to his jaw. 

He fired himself up again. “GET OFF ME, YOU BASTARDS!!” he screamed, and he swung at the men again. Only, after a few punches, his movements started to slow. In fact, everything seemed slow, like he was in slow motion… And his body felt so heavy… He fell to a knee, his anger waning, replaced with only exhaustion. His vision was getting so blurry…... Every breath made him feel tired….… The voices above him were fading away……..

Rich groaned as he slowly came around. He heard a loud voice above him respond, but he couldn’t make out the words. As his vision slowly cleared, he attempted to speak, only to find himself gagged. This snapped him out of his stupor almost instantly. He tried to get his bearings in a panic. He was bound to an operating table in a sterile white room with coloured tiles on the floor. Observation windows surrounded him on all sides and he could see faces watching him. Some faces he recognised. Their expressions were stony, sombre. 

He heard footsteps behind him and a woman he didn’t recognise walked into view holding a large syringe. His breathing sped up and became shallow. A deep chuckle from in front of him switched his focus.

“It’s actually quite rewarding to see you made humble.”

Rich recognised that voice. It belonged to Dr. Harley Sawyer. The bastard. Rich’s eyes were wide, his pulse quick. He flinched hard as the nurse pulled down his pants. He thought for a moment that she was going to do something horrible to him. What she actually did was much worse.

“Oh, don’t worry,” Dr. Sawyer taunted, “This will only hurt… a lot .”

The woman tightened his restraints and grabbed his thigh to hold it steady. She readied her syringe and jabbed Rich’s leg. He would’ve screamed out if he could, as she slowly pressed down the tip of the syringe and injected him with the clear fluid inside. It stung and burned. Rich had a high pain tolerance, but this was unlike any pain he’d ever felt. It felt as if the serum was telling his nerves to fire off directly. The nurse removed the syringe, packed up her kit and left the room, never once making eye contact with him. Dr. Sawyer inputted some kind of command into a terminal and the surgical table lowered back into the floor. Rich’s gag and bindings uncuffed and snaked away, leaving him on his back. As he looked up at the ceiling, he heard a pneumatic hiss. Clear gas began to enter the room and instantly, upon his next breath, his head and chest exploded in pain.

Rich gasped for air. He could barely get a breath in. The pain was spreading up to his back. He curled in on himself. It felt as if his spine was being broken and reset a thousand times a second. He felt the indifferent eyes on him as he drooled on the floor, making desperate, choked noises between shallow breaths. He felt pressure on his back, from under his skin. His vision was doubled, but his perspective seemed to be changing, as if he were being slowly lifted. Then, all at once, all of his skin started to ache.

He was sure he was about to pass out from the pain. His ears were ringing and he felt like he was choking. He could vaguely hear himself screaming, and Harley speaking indifferently. As he panted, his mouth began to hurt just as much as his back. Then, he felt a sensation against his lower lip. Before he could question that, suddenly, the pain spread across his entire body. No inch of him was safe. Rich was confident that he was dying. 

Rich felt his hands brush against the floor in an odd way. Touching the tile just felt different, somehow. He forced himself to look at his left hand and let out a scream. His hand was curling and turning black, becoming gnarled and clawed. Dark blue fur was sprouting from his skin all over him, and, as he watched, his arm became steadily wider, as if he were somehow growing pounds of muscle and fat in seconds. 

They were transforming him into a toy, he realised, and acted on his only instinct: to cry out for help, however fruitless it would be. But, when he opened his mouth, he couldn’t find the word. He couldn’t find his voice at all. The sound that came out of him was a loud, guttural roar, sounding like that of a bear. He tried to cry out again, but this time, no sound came out at all.

“Come on, Richie,” Sawyer crooned, “Don’t resist. Don’t hold it in.”

His offer was so tempting. Would it not hurt anymore if he just let the transformation run its course? But no, he stayed resolute. He wasn’t going down without a fight.

“You can’t reverse the process. Let it out.”

His voice was low, crooning, almost soothing. Rich’s screams turned into short grunts and choked noises. He was quickly losing his strength. 

“That’s it. Just like that…”

His muscles were slowly relaxing. His breathing deepened and quivered.

“Thaaat’s right… Thaaat’s it…”

Rich couldn’t keep resisting. Exhaustedly, he gave in.

The pain was gone. The transformation felt satisfying, pleasurable. A wave of relief swept through him.

“ Ah- ooooooohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh… ” he sighed deeply, letting himself relax as he closed his eyes.

“There we go.” Sawyer murmured.

Rich felt the fur sprout on his face, his eyes and nose growing and changing shape to fit into his new skull. His legs - now his back legs - became curved and thick. He could feel his form growing, his stomach shuddering as he rapidly expanded in size. It felt good, soothing, as if every change was lulling him to sleep. 

The sensations died down quickly. He felt barely awake. He heard Harley sigh in awe. The beast before him was easily more than ten times the size of a human, covered in scruffy, dark-blue fur. It was round; fat and muscular, with stumpy limbs and a short, bobbed tail. Most awestrikingly, this massive, tired creature was once human. Once a human that Harley quite detested.

Without any caution, he stepped into the chamber. The enormous beast snorted sleepily. He walked around to its face and pressed a hand into its fur. It was soft, yet somehow coarse as well. The beast opened one eye and peered at Harley. Its eyes alone were larger than him. 

“Good boy,” Harley crooned, “You’re alright.”

Rich closed his eye again and allowed himself to fall softly to sleep.

The beast exhaled, and Harley was buffeted by the wind from its nose. It almost knocked him back. He removed his hand and stepped away, looking back at his colleagues. The procedure had been a resounding success. A new type of bigger body had been invented.

[litrumi]

Italics = Personal thoughts / thinking

“Quotes” = Talking

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I can’t make art. So I decided to make something stupid and bad. Because my mind wouldn’t shut up about it.

Though I might honestly do teasers for unpublished chapters or even go back to previous moments for this kind of thing again. Just to show how I personally see things as I’m writing (and listening to the corresponding music).

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On Wattpad: “A Drop of Light in the Night” (Catnap X Dogday) by HeroicRumi

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Imagery from: unsurprise0’s “Poppy Playtime Chapter 3: Smiling Critters RP” (Because it’s actually sooo good for visualizing the story. Also the models for Cartoon Dogday and Catnap are SO CUTE.)

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[marcelsmoodyblues]

hello tumblr…. perhaps you might enjoy the little fanfic im posting on AO3….. this one is for all my agere poppy playtime fans