#Poppy Playtime fanfic

[fiber-optic-alligator]

Including short allusions to the reader’s past within A New Safe Haven’s chapters: muahahahaha I’m making lore🤩

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[dodgeballstuckonthegymceiling]

A continuation of this post

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Doey & Player who's not all there

★ Doey is very concerned when he first sees the state you're in. He closely watches your behavior, just to be careful. You don't seem dangerous, only a little unstable and deeply troubled.

★ When Poppy wants you to keep going, he puts his foot down. There is no way you're going outside the Safe Haven, not when you're like this. He stands his ground and refuses to let you leave. This starts an argument with him and Poppy.

★ But before getting into it, he brings you some small comforts. A blanket to sleep with and a cup of water. He personally delivers them to your tent. Then going into the generator room where he and Poppy talk.

★ "They're not just tired, Poppy. They're exhausted. Just look at them! They need time to recover." Even though Poppy doesn't like it, she can't do much to go against him. And there is no denying that they all could use a break.

★ When the Player roams the Safe Haven, they sometimes forget what they were doing. They might start searching for Doey but get distracted by the toys, losing track of their goal. Then start doing something they did as an employee.

★ You fret over the small toys, all of them are so dirty! Despite everything that's happened, you're still incredibly gentle with them. Carefully wiping down the hard plastic surfaces and bushing out fur.

★ Doey really appreciates it when you try to tidy up the Safe Haven, he can never find the time to clean. Chances are you don't remember doing it. But it's appreciated nonetheless.

★ Occasionally, you have moments of clarity where you tell him about wanting to go home. Reflecting on what got you into this mess. These moments break him. He knows what that feels like. All of them do.

[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.

.

.

.

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.

[jellyfishoreo1206]

This is very self-indulgent after I just watched Pezzy playing Poppy Playtime Chapter 4. MY BOY DOEY DESERVED BETTER 😭😭😭

Platonic fluff! Sorry if this seems so short y'all

WARNING ⚠️: SLIGHT SPOILERS FOR THE NEW POPPY PLAYTIME CHAPTER

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Every day that passed within the walls of this hell hole facility was filled with fear–everybody was on edge, with the smallest of sounds from the outer area of the Safe Haven sending terror throughout the toys, even you. You've seen what was out there, seen what awaits behind those gates–waiting...waiting for the chance that everybody's guard is down.

With a pained sigh, you push yourself up from the bedroll despite the ache that shoots throughout your chest–no use in sleeping when the growing hunger and dark memories are plaguing your thoughts. But what to do?

The Medic said you should rest, but no matter how many times you adjusted yourself or stayed still, sleep was nowhere to be found...and when you did sleep, the nightmares plagued every inch of your unconscious mind–fallen friends you could've saved, the Prototype finally getting into the Safe Haven, succumbing to the starvation...

Or worse, becoming so hungry you eat your friends.

...

No. That won't happen. Never will happen.

With a quick look outside the tent flaps, one thing you noticed was the dimmed lights–"nighttime" within the Safe Haven. Normally the other toys would be too anxious to go to sleep, but it seems like it was one of those rare days where everyone turned in for the night.

Though, one light seemed to have stayed on...the generator room's light, a stark contrast compared to the dim setting of the Safe Haven.

The only people who hanged out in the generator room were two people–Poppy, and Doey. With another quick scan of the Safe Haven, you spot Poppy and Kissy in their tent on the other side of the room, huddled close to one another. So that left one person left.

It's very usual for Doey to be in the generator room often anyway–anxiously checking if the generator had succumbed to anything bad. But never at this hour does he check.

...At least you hoped he didn't.

The amount of pressure Doey had been under for the last few days has left you more worried for him than ever. You tried to help shoulder the weight of all the responsibilities that weighed him down but he was stubborn–believing it being a burden that no one else should carry but him, the person who everyone looks up to.

Though the more responsibilities that pile up on his plate, the more he likely he'll drown in the stress and worrying of everyone's safety.

That's Doey for you, always worrying and caring for others before himself.

Well, might as well find out what he's up to.

Climbing out your tent, taking a quick moment to breath when the pain in your chest flared, you quietly made your way over to the lit room. At the doorway, you could hear the distinct mumbling of Doey and the sound of the generator door hinge softly closing shut. It seems he was checking on the generator, but why at this time?

"Doey?" He jumps at the sound of your voice, turning around in surprise to see who else was up at this time. He looks absolutely exhausted –you didn't even know the doughman could even have eyebags. Just how long has it been since he's last slept?

"Y/n! What are you doing up? You should be resting!" He frets in concern, fully turning away from the generator and towards you to check you over for any injuries. Always worrying for others, typical Doey. "Especially since that recent scouting mission of yours." He adds, doughy hands on his hips as he gave you a look of disappointment and anxiousness.

The mention of what you gained while scouting gave a dull pulse along the skin of your chest, but you ignored it in favor of what was happening now. You quirked an eyebrow at him, "You're worried about me? Doey, you of all people should be asleep right now." Hell, his eyes are barely open! They look like they are several seconds away from closing shut.

"I'm fine."

"We both know that's full of—"

"Language!"

"Sorry, sorry–it's just," You struggle to find the certain words to describe what you are trying to say, the both of you had this argument conversation several times before! And everytime he brushes it off as if his well-being doesn't matter, "-I just hate seeing you like this. I-I know you wanna make sure the others are okay and I understand that! But you're also ignoring your own needs!"

You gesture to his face, "Hell! When was the last time you got proper rest?" He opens his mouth to respond, but flatters, mulling over the question in his mind.

"I'm...not sure." He hesitantly responds, looking back towards the generator with slight confusion. How much time did he spend checking the generator?

"Then let's get you to bed, big guy." Placing a hand on his arm, you attempted to gently coax him out the room and into the direction of his unused tent, "Can't think if you're too tired to come up with a single coherent thought." You jest lightly.

Doey's face is unreadable–was he going to interject again? But he merely gave a heavy sigh, exhaustion clearly seen in his expression and body. "Maybe you're right.." Yes! Finally you got through to him and that thick doughy head of his!

"Let's get you to bed, big guy."

He merely mumbles, eyes slipping shut before rapidly blinking open, following your led as his foot steps fill the haven with the soft sound of thuds.

"Y/n?"

"Yeah?"

"..do you mind staying with me?"

"Don't mind at all, Doey."

"Thank you."

"Always happy to help, Doey."

[hyperfixatorofweirdthings]

Saver of the Haven

This will be my first post ever hope it's good :3

Chapter 1: The beginning of a long story

You wake up cold sweat dripping down your back as you take deep raspy breaths. Swinging your head side to side sporadically. You realize you are laying on a couch. A nightmare you couldn't remember exactly having awoken you so suddenly. You dig through all your thoughts.

Panic sets in as you wonder if the factory was just a dream, or a nightmare depending on how you think of it. You hoped it wasn't, you helped all of the toys in Safe Haven escape. Though Yarnaby caught your leg, you had kept moving on helping every toy you could escape that awful place.

As you went to stand up pain shot through your left leg as the realization hit you like a brick wall. You whimpered in pain as you tried to stand. You looked around the room which was pitch dark except for the green glowing light of the fan lights and a small night light the younger kids convinced you to turn on. You walk slowly and gingerly to your bedroom but before you could you hear a quiet voice. "Angel?" You were called that at the factory..no it can't be. You look towards the voice seeing Dogday laying on the floor in a sleeping bag staring sleepily up at you. You almost cried, it really wasn't a dream.

He looks up at you, concern spreading across his face as he tried to read your expression. You decide to reassure him kindly, a smile spreading across your face, "I'm fine, just go back to sleep Dogday." He nods slightly his face not changing but he did shift positions.

You grab a flashlight from your bag that was next to where you were just asleep. You glance at the kitchen seeing the glow of the microwave clock "4:30". You click your flashlight on making sure not to step on toys. It all flooded back to you the toys being to scared to sleep in your guest rooms insisting on sleeping with you in the living room. Them being so scared but excited to be in a loving home once again. Even the toys playing around energetically.

You limped your way to your room wanting to take care of this scratch when you hear another voice soft but stern, "Now what are you doing with a injury like that?" You immediately realize it's Doey. He was siting by a smiling critter, a Bobby Bearhug as he glanced up at you. His normal silly smile on his face. His smile was so infectious you couldn't help but smile back. "I'm fine Doey I'm an adult I think I can handle a little scratch." You respond. He grimaces he knows just as well as you it isn't "just a scratch" but you were stubborn so he just shook his head slightly. "I really think you should rest you haven't had the time to in weeks." He insists as you try to walk away.

You roll your eyes, again saying you were fine and perfectly able of dealing with your little problem. He dropped the argument not wanting to wake anyone up, he watched as you walked away. Inside himself Kevin was just screaming at you for walking on your leg. Jackie was worried sick. Matthew wanted to continue trying to convince you to relax but it was no use for now.

You make it to your bedroom opening the door as quietly as you possibly could. You slip in locking the door behind you with a relieved sigh. You decide to take a shower and change, it had been weeks maybe even months since you showered. You unwrapped your scratch on your leg cringing at how bad it looked. You turned the hot water on and stepped in. It felt heavenly. You try to take a quick shower but also enjoy the warm water. You finish the shower as quickly as you dared. Putting on a t-shirt and jeans. You rewrap your leg in bandages trying to be as careful as you could so as not to irritate it to much.

You walk out of your private little bathroom feeling refreshed. You stumble over to your closet wondering if you have a pair of crutches maybe even just one would help. You rummage through it trying to stay quiet. You eventually find one letting out a tiny cry of triumph. You immediately walk over to your night stand grabbing your phone. You were so glad you left it here you probably would've lost it already or broke it had you brought it to the factory. You slip it into your pocket walking out of your bedroom. You were ready for what the world was gonna throw at you, your first day back home after so long.

As you walk out of your room you nearly run into Doey standing right in front of you. His usual silly goofy smile stretched into a thin line as he looked down at your leg. You let loose a nervous chuckle as you try to walk past him. He let's a heavy sigh escape him as he watches you hobble your way to the kitchen. You gotta make the toys something to eat after all.

After going through the fridge, cabinets, and the pantry you come to a conclusion. You'd have to go to the store to get something sufficient. But you really couldn't leave the toys alone. Not yet. You eventually find a box of goldfish. Not even opened. You count how many toys you were gonna have to make bowls for and get to work.

You made bowls for everyone. But yourself. You didn't mind not having one, you'd survive. Doey walked over as you were finishing up tilting his head slightly. "What..is that?" You gasp he hasn't had goldfish before!? You look at him terror across your face. "You're kidding right?" He shakes his head wondering if he had said something wrong. You practically melt at the thought. You decide to ask, "Not one of you has had it? Not even Jackie?" Doey is nervous at first about you referring to one consciousness but shakes his head again. You let out a sad sigh.

You grab a bowl shoving it into his hands as he looks down at it. He stares at the crackers for a minute before you grab one plopping it into your mouth. You motion for him to try one. He grabs one slowly putting it in his mouth. He hums with delight at the taste. Eating a few more. All three boys decided this was the best thing they'd had in a long time. You chuckle as they eat the whole bowl. He then clears his throat setting the bowl by the sink as he looks at you. He counts how many toys there is before counting the bowls. He comes to the conclusion you don't have a bowl. Before he can argue with you about it something touches his leg.

A mini Kissy Missy looks up at him. His usual smile appears as he picks them up sitting them in a chair. He then realizes they are a bit small. He grabs a few pillows to give them a bit more height. They laugh as he does this. They see the bowl of goldfish stars in their eyes. "What's that?" They ask after a while. You respond with "That's goldfish, go ahead have some." They immediately start eating the bowl. You chuckle as you go to wake up some more of the toys, gently lifting them up or tapping them on the shoulder. More and more of the toys woke up looking up at you. Doey gets to work grabbing pillows and blankets to make it easier for them to sit at the table and eat. Everyone slowly woke up eating and chatting happily as you watched. Dogday eventually sat up rubbing the sleep from his eyes.

He stood up and came to stand next to you, making you jump slightly. Everyone was sitting and eating as you watched, a smile on your face.

You can do this.

[backtothedrawingboard]

Take A Break part 2 but it turns into a tickle fight

Take a Break Part 2

Switch!Doey + Switch!Reader

Summary: You plan on doing one of Poppy's tasks again, even after agreeing with Doey to take it easy for a while. While the two of you relax, chaos ensues.

CW: Tickle fic, cussing, mentions of starvation

TW: None

AN: Part 2 of this fic!

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The wiring was annoying as hell. You growled and tore out the useless stuff. Poppy's instructions to fix the lighting pissed you off. You weren't even an engineer. Why did she always give you the mechanical stuff?? You held the flashlight in your mouth so both hands were free as you fiddled with the lighting.

It had been a couple days since Doey forced you to relax. You appreciated his care for you...but it just led to a more difficult job of fixing the damn lights. Just those two days caused the system to break down more and melted the wiring together. You took the parts retrieved from a scavenge and replaced the old broken down pieces. You flinched when bright lights filled the lobby. Finally.

You stood up and rubbed the back of your head wearily. Now to find food. You headed towards the infirmary to exit through the sewer system. As you walked, a large hand grabbed your shoulder.

"Hey, wait," the deep, comforting voice said. You turned and looked up.

"Oh. Hey, Doey. What's up?" you asked.

"Are you doing more scavenging?"

"Yeah. Gotta find some food. Why?"

Doey's expression turned serious. "I'm coming with you," he growled. "I don't like you being out there by yourself. And besides, I can carry more than you."

You smiled. Ordinarily, you would decline the offer. But the company sounded nice. "Alright. I was thinking we could look by the offices. There could be some snacks we missed last time."

You led the way out of the Safe Haven and started the trek to the office wing. It was risky with the Prototype out there, but there was a good chance of finding something there.

The scavenge proved more than successful. Doey had accidentally bumped into a large chunk of debris and revealed a door neither of you were aware of. Inside, there was a decent store of canned goods and snacks. The two of you collected absolutely everything. It was enough for everyone in the Haven to have a small portion and put the rest in the pantry to ration.

The success put both you and Doey in a good mood. You arrived back at the Haven and dumped the goodies on the ground. The kids all excitedly swarmed. No surprises there. You, Doey, and Kissy helped separate portions for everyone. The sickest and those that were starving got more than the rest. Their survival depended on it.

You put the remaining rations in the pantry. Before leaving, you snatched yourself your share: a couple pieces of canned mango. You headed back to the lobby and settled on your sleeping bag. Doey was next to you on his pillow pile, nibbling at a piece of peach and some chocolate. You grinned at him.

"Trying to savor it?" you teased.

Your friend smiled sheepishly and nodded. "Ehe. Yeah. I haven't had anything sweet in a long time."

"Yeah. Me neither." You sucked down your mango pieces ravenously. Doey laughed.

"Jeez! How did you not choke?" he giggled.

"I dunno!" you giggled with him.

The doughman finished off his rations and sat back with a sigh. "Thank goodness we found food when we did...I don't know how long most of them would've lasted," he muttered.

You sighed and nodded. "Yeah. Hopefully Izzy will be alright now..."

"I'm sure she will be. She's always been a fighter"

A comfortable silence fell between the two of you as you looked out at the rest of the lobby. With a little food in their bellies, some of the toys played a game of soccer with their newfound energy. You sighed and stood. Doey looked up at you in confusion.

"What're you doing?" he asked.

"Ugh. Poppy told me to-"

"Poppy told you to do something? Seriously?"

You looked down. "Uh. Yeah," you murmured.

The doughman shook his head in exasperation. "Y/N. We talked about this. We both need to relax for a while. The lighting had to be fixed, but I know for a fact nothing else is required now. A couple days isn't enough to recover from a mental breakdown." He set a hand on your back. You nodded a little and leaned against him, settling your head against his chest.

He sighed and played with your hair gently. "Does this mean you'll relax a little?"

"Y-yeah..." you mutter. "I guess I could still use a break..."

"Good. Cause I always know a method that'll work for you." You could hear that silly tone in his voice. It always meant he was up to something. You looked up just in time for his fingers to dig under your arms.

"Eee! Wait! Doeheheheheeey!" you giggled.

"Hehe! Yeeees?" He wiggled his pointer fingers, causing you to squeak and kick a little.

"Heheheeey! Whyyyyy?"

"Why? Cause you need a laugh!" Two more hands sprouted from his torso and grabbed your waist. You squealed and jumped as the fingers squeezed your ribs and hips.

"Doeyyyahahaha!" you cried. You bucked and squirms from the left and right and gripped the hands on your hips frantically.

"Hehehe! No escape! Unless you tell me to stop!" He grinned down at you and narrowed his eyes. Your face went red. You didn't protest, just laughed and squirmed.

Doey giggled and tweaked your ribs. You squeaked and jolted at each pinch.

"Awww! Is that a bad spot?" he teased. You giggled and nodded, hiding your face in your hands.

"Heyyy! Dont hide your face!" He halfheartedly pulled at your hands but didn't force them away. You squealed and kicked.

"No no! Not there! Kkkehehehehe!" You squirmed. His fingers were pinching in between your ribs and sending jolts of tingles through your body.

"Oh? Not here? How about here? Or here? Or here?" He pinched different ribs, causing you to lean against him further and giggle madly.

"Eheheee! Doeheheheeey!" You kicked yourself somewhat free and managed to turn and face him.

"Whaaat?" he teased. "I'm just cheering you up!"

"Yeah? Wehell take THIHIHIS!" You squished his belly in your hands. You didn't know if it would work or not but-

"Heheheey! D-don't do that, pal!" Score.

You grinned and kept squishing. "Oh? Why's that? A little ticklish?"

"Yes!" Doey giggled. "Very! Hehehehe!" He squirmed against you. His hands clutched the sides of his head rather than pushing at yours.

"Awww! What're you doin' bud?" you snickered.

"I don't- hehehe!- I don't wanna hurt you!" he cried.

"Awwww. I appreciate the concern. But now that just means I can do this!" You skittered your fingers up under his arms. A wheeze escaped him and his hands slammed down to his sides.

"Oops! Guess I'm stuck here now!" you teased. You wiggled your fingers vigorously. He wheezed again and kicked his stubby legs a bit.

"Oh my gohohoHOHOOOSHHH!" He squealed and twisted around. His laugh went up and down in pitch.

"D'awwwww! You have a cute laugh bud!" you giggled.

"Shush! I do nohot!" He covered his eyes with his hands.

"Yes you doooo! Just the cutest laugh!" You pulled your hands free and skittered your fingers all over his torso.

Doey squealed with laughter. His little legs kicked every which way and he rolled from side to side. "You little-!"

"What? Bitch? Is that what you were gonna call me?"

"Hey!" Your friend tried to sound serious, but it was hard to through his giggles. "Don't cuss!"

"Yeah, yeaEEE!" He grabbed your sides and poked them repeatedly. You toppled against him and giggled against his chest.

"That's what you get for cussing!" He squealed when you kneaded his sides.

"And that's what you get-" You were cut off by your own snort. "-for fighting back!"

Doey laughed, both at you and because of the tickles.

You felt four hands poking and skittering all over your sides and belly, occasionally wandering to squeeze your knees and lower thighs. You couldn't help but flail against him and laugh, but you held strong and squeezed his belly and sides.

"Doey! Nohohot theheERE!" You couldn't stand the hip and rib squeezes.

"Then gihive up!" Doey teased. You stopped tickling him and squirmed madly, trying your hardest to wiggle away.

"OK! Ok! You wihin! Stahahahahaaaap!" you cried.

The doughman let go of your ribs and hips, retracting his extra set of hands back into himself. You pulled you close and rubbed your back gently. "Hehe. There we go. Glad you took that break?" he murmured.

You nodded and yawned. "Yeah. Thanks." You leaned against him and settled with your head on his lap. He smiled down at you and rubbed your arm.

"Remember, pal. It's alright to take it easy every now and then. Your health matters just as much as any of ours," he said softly.

"Yeah. I know...Thank you..."

[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.

[kombispace]

Freedom

Doey:uhg...where..

A dull light opens in front of Doey, with 3 shadows under it, the first was slender, thin and had hair down to her shoulders, the second was small, younger and was holding a toy in her hands, the third was the second biggest and was wearing a vest over his shirt

Doey: Who...are you?

The oldest child approaches and calmly addresses

Mathew: Don't you recognize us, Doey? - the oldest said

Kevin: We were you for a long time - the second oldest

Jack: But now we're not anymore...we're going there - the youngest pointed to the radiant light

Doey: But, I don't understand, I hurt you...your parents...I.ho god...forgive me, please...

Doey was on his knees before the 3, who were now coming towards him

kevin: it wasn't your fault, the three of us were trying to live in a body that was never ours

Mathew: they forced us to live like this.

Jack: but now, Doey, we are free, and you can have a real soul, the world will give you proof of redemption

The three children hugged him and at the same time said something that sent shivers down his spine

*Thank you for saving our souls*

And so they went to the light leaving him, as they advanced, the light got stronger until it was impossible to see.

In the end...redemption

*SIGH*

Doey: COUGH! What a headache...I'm alive, how, ..... the voices...they're gone...

[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.

[thewandererh]

baldaby has been my pride, joy, and primary coping mechanism today through stresspicked bloody lips and tears. i’m doing a lot better now after new music discovery, a shower, and some food, so that’s a win for the team! it’s been a tough time adjusting back to school recently, but i’m conquering each day one by one.

info: over the course of today i think i nailed how to draw this oversized creature through awesome dynamic posing i’m really proud of! this design and interaction with the doctor is apart of my funky au (masterpost) where both doctor and yarnaby live and…hide. from whom? well i’m writing a big multi-parter fanfic about it all, which you can check out pretty soon ^_^!!! angst, comfort, panic, bonding, bloodshed! i’ve been hyperfixating on it for a while and am excited to share. I’M ALSO NOT POSTING IT ANYWHERE BESIDES TUMBLR so keep ur eyes peeled!!!!

here’s some more sneak peaks… (previous sneak peak!)

[fiber-optic-alligator]

I wonder what the boys (jack, Mathew, Kevin) would react if they found what poppy did to the player at the end of chapter 2 and 4(Poor kissy missy-) and also found out what Ollie really is? And if the player got her period as well and met poppy again after chapter 4?(If it even happened in your AU?) Also love your fanfic ❤️

The boys already aren't fond of Poppy as it is. I don't think we ever received the full details, but apparently in the past Poppy abandoned Safe Haven to ascend the factory's upper floors, and I think Kissy went with her? Or maybe she found Kissy while she was traveling. Idk, but Doey and the rest of the toys took her departure as a clear betrayal and are NOT happy with her when she inevitably returns like nothing happened. So yeah, if they were to find out that Poppy essentially trapped you in the factory with the destruction of the Game Station's train, they'd be pretty mad. Matthew sees it as Poppy basically using you as a tool to take out the Prototype because she can't (an impossible task he believes for anyone to accomplish). Jack sees it as Poppy treating you unfairly simply because you are human, and being human for some reason means you are expendable. Kevin really doesn't care about how Poppy treats you and just hates Poppy regardless.

I don't think any of them really know who Ollie is? From what I've read and the multiple playthroughs I've watched of the game, it seems Ollie was strictly interacting with Poppy alone. This is probably because the Prototype wants to get to her the most. I think they've only learned about Ollie recently, and none of them are really surprised with the big reveal of who he really is. I mean, a strange voice talking to you from a telephone who somehow knows EVERYTHING about the factory, despite only appearing to be a child? Yeah, seems pretty obvious something is up. But they don't blame you for trusting Ollie; after all, before them, you only had Poppy to rely on for survival. At least, Matthew and Jack understand. Kevin would just call you an idiot lol.

I don't see myself ever really writing about the bodily functions the reader has to go through. I want to keep them gender neutral, and I also don't really want to get into stuff like that in this fic. Yes, it's realistic to think about what would happen if the reader went through a particular bodily function, but it just doesn't feel like a needed detail for the story.

Thank you for reading!! I appreciate your support!

[evange1ineee]

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

[dodgeballstuckonthegymceiling]

ALL TOYS REACTIONS TO FINALLY HAVING A FRESH BATH AND MANY FRESH FOODS AFTER ESCAPING THE FACTORY

Along with them getting bandages and such for the wounds, etc. They'd be crying with tears of joy and thanking their angel a lot for it

(Prototype and Doctor is dead in that forsaken factory)

This! This ask is the kind of stuff that makes me love writing!

If you like my work, please consider commissioning me :)

Player who helped the toys in Safe Haven escape the factory

★ After the Player brings everyone into their house, an uneasy silence fills the room only drowned out by quiet murmuring. Nobody is sure what to do. Most had forgotten the warmth of a real home, having spent so long in a hostile environment.

★ Poppy is the first to speak. "Are…are you sure we can stay?" The Player nods, their gentle smile providing the comfort everyone needs. One of the other toys shyly asks, "Do you have snacks?"

★ They are all hungry, starving even. Fortunately for them the Player has a pantry stocked up with snacks. The toys, who had been surviving on scraps, are overwhelmed by the sight of so much food.

★ Since none of the toys know how to cook, the Player takes the lead in preparing a proper meal. It's been so long since they've had actual food. Not raw, questionably sourced, meat.

★ The kitchen becomes rather crowded, with the smaller toys peeking over countertops to watch the Player cook. Doey cried when he got a plate of food all to himself. It's been so long since him and his friends could all eat there fill without worries. No empty stomachs or dirty, unwashed plates.

★ Kissy was one of the last toys to enter the kitchen. She's hesitant, her eyes darting around the room, still not fully believing that they are truly safe. she examines each item in the room, curiosity getting the better of her.

★ She can feel her body relaxing for the first time in ages. The feeling of safety and comfort is almost surreal. Several of the other toys lean on her while getting comfy after their meal. A small cuddle pile forming.

★ You hate to ruin the fun, but all of them where in desperate need of bath. You couldn't let them stay dirty. By the time everyone is done getting washed up the bath water is a murky brown and the Player has run out of towels

★ The Player tends to any wounds, applying bandages when needed. Doey helps them with the band aid part. He doesn't think it's fair for the Player to do everything alone.

★ There is a lot of work to do before everyone feels some semblance of okay. Some of the scars won't fully heal, but that's a problem for tomorrow. It's been a long day and you need rest. Tonight, everyone is safe and sound, curled up in all the blankets you could find.

[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.

.

.

.

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.

[ghostgirl101]

Gonna start writing for…

POPPY PLAYTIME

(characters from ALL chapters)

…cus I just played it and am obsessed 😎

And ik I’ve been gone for a second again but it’s the last year of college and chaos and crap and I’m still here

Anyways requests will be open for them soon or now if ur impatient 💃

I just have a really cool concept of the reader being a kid that’s been stuck down there and narrowly avoided the hour of joy and being stuck as a bigger body and now they’re growing up trapped and protected by the prototype and catnap and everyone and stop it I’m rambling