#Ticklish!Dogday

[kanene-yaaay]

He started it!

Kanene's notes: I think my brain is no longer able to grasp what a 'quick, small fic' is kjhgfdfghjjhgvjhgf somebody this was supposed to be just a small drabble but the cuteness broke me. Somebody save me from the Dogday brain rot please somebody save me...

But anyway! Can't say when I will be able to post again, college just started and so my days are going to be very full :') Still! Hope you all like this!

Warnings: Plenty of raspberries, nibbles and teasy nicknames. Around 3,500 words. Ticklish!Dogday and Ler!Reader. Other than that, nothing, this is pure tooth-rooting fluff. Rip da boi. Also! Once again, I'm obsessed w Felix's writing style where the dialogues and narration are mingled together so all the hugs and thank you's to her :D

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Dogday had started it.

Of course it was him. Just like a ray of sunshine, your own personal star, shining and chasing the dark shadows away, he did and now there was no other way this could’ve played out. 

“A-angel, please!” His voice glitched, getting lower at the end of his plea, however immediately growing higher again as giggles began filling the space, crackling and buzzing in both despair and delight. “Think about what you’re about to do!”

You hummed and smiled at his squeal, fond and sweet and absolutely devilishly as you remembered how this entire game began.

Every single corner of this factory was dangerous. Even so, there were hostile places where any kind of sound, whisper or even a poorly suppressed gasp could attract the worst kind of attention and immediately break in pieces the fragile peace that warily followed you and Dogday in your path. At the time, you both had been walking through one of these areas for far too long, bathed by complete silence, careful to keep your steps silent and with an alerted kind of tension clinging to your form with each passing second. 

That was when, for some reason, Dogday decided that enough was enough. It was his moment to shine.

Where even did the idea come from? Has he been bored?  

“You just seemed so stressed!” His tail was wagging so much you could feel the wind it created hitting your legs. An involuntary coo left your mouth at the playful, a tad proud glint in his eyes, which only made his smile bigger and loopier. He tried to tug his hands away to hide his face. Needless to say, it was an unsuccessful attempt. “No, no, no! Don’t!”

Anyway, it had been confusing at first. When the giant sentient toy turned in your direction, making fingerguns with his paws and pretending to be firing at something, you immediately spun around in a quick and swift movement, grabpack and firing hand ready to attack pointing in the same direction as him, eyes searching for the danger he was gesturing. 

… Stopping to think, he did almost laugh at you that moment, didn’t he? You bet that if you both didn’t have to conceal any and every sound his crackles would’ve rang free and joyfully across the whole factory. 

You took an exaggerated deep breath and blew slowly in a faux disappointment, feeling his muscles under you tense and shake with barely concealed titters, a tiny protesting half whine and half plea flying around, his torso squirming.

(Away or closer to the sensations? Both of you knew the answer very well.)

Tsk. You hummed again, only to hear that adorable squeal once more. It took everything to not let him go and dig, to listen those high pitched squeals over and over again and see how many of them you could collect, letting them dance in harmony with his glitching laughter and rumbling chuckles until happiness and joy were the only thing filling his mind and actions, until his smile were wide enough to light up the dark pathway ahead and each tiny, almost imperceptive wiggle, scribble or twitch of your fingers was followed by the lovely, lovely melody of his tickly delight, prompting more and more expectant titters and pleas without you even having to lay a single finger on him.

But the game couldn’t be over so soon. And it was quite fun to see how much giggles you could get even though you weren’t actually doing anything.

(Yet.)

So you pushed down the adoring smile that tried (again) to take over your features and let it morph into a sad expression, slowly shaking your head in a fake disappointment.

Tsk. Tsk. Tsk. Such a good friend and he almost laughed at you like that… After everything you both have been through, after all the fights and the talks, the hugs and the vents… You see how that is.

“P-please! Angel, just, please!”

No. Nuh-uh. You went back to your previous position, shoving your face in that soft fur. Don’t start with the sugarily sweet nicknames. You were brooding. Moping. Sad. Devastated. Betrayed. In absolute and total pain. There was no angel available right now, please return later.

His only answer was a series of even more glitched squeaks and titters growing stronger and giddier at any second with your silliness, especially when his body involuntarily jumped, already in alert for any attack and still not doing anything to scramble away. 

That could be your fault, but in your humble opinion, it wasn’t very clear. Okay, maybe he couldn’t just bring himself to stop and stand still when you kept using every opportunity to nuzzle and mumble on his belly non stop, easily following his torso and quivering stomach around as he wiggled and squirmed in the same place, trying with all his might to not lose himself already with all the ticklish shocks that bolted across his entire midriff with such a simple action. Words (and teases) continue to fall like waves from your lips.

Maybe he just had been bitten by an awful ticklybug! Who would know?

“There is no tick-” Dogday gasped and snickered when you blew air against his fur again, freezing for a second in preparation for a raspberry that didn’t come. Realizing that, he let his head fall on the floor and trashed even more. He tugged his arms again, playfully growling when you kept your hold firm on them and wiggling even more as he turned to stare back at you, a funny kind of energy and antecipation racing each other in his nerves. “There is no ticklebug! It’s you!!”

Oh well. 

A pity.

Anyway. Back to the story. That had been how everything began. He later explained his idea for the game, when you were able to exchange words again. From that moment, in total random occasions, one of you would make a gesture in the other’s direction and they would have to quickly react to it. In the most silly and unexpected way, preferentially, as long as you didn’t make any sound while at that.

See, Dogday? No sound.

He yapped in protest, letting out a single surprised, an offended yelp at the accusation. “We don’t need to be quiet here. You’re just teasing me!” Dogday’s hands fell to his sides, no longer trying to pry you away, shoulders shaking with every giggle and eyes watching your every action with joy and expectation. 

You keep going.

The playful exchange became a habit between you two at this point, even filling the moments you didn’t exactly need to be quiet. It was a nice way to interact when there were no more words, memories or promises to be exchanged. That is why Dogday didn’t even bat an eye at you when you called his attention by innocently offering both of your hands in his direction, tail lightly wagging as he immediately placed his own paws on yours, a fun, tiny grin appearing on his previously serious and protective expression when you intertwined your fingers.

Which quickly morphed to a wide stare when you locked your grip and jumped on him, bringing both of you to the ground.

So, yeah, Dogday was the one who started it. And now he was trying to shoot his shot again, pulling out the saddest, sweetest puppy eyes in your direction. 

“Angeel, please. Mercy!”

Awww.

(That was a bit adorable, you couldn’t lie. It kind of melted your heart. Just a tiny, little bit.)

(Ok. A lot.)

But that was the thing, Dogday, you were being merciful already. Because if your hands were free, you would give him the entire special attack. You would just claw and knead on that cute, truly adorable tummy, taking some precious time to give your attention to his sides and all the scribbles and scratches to his ribs, being sure to go and tickle aaaall of his favorite, ticklish spots over and over and over again, for as long as he wanted. 

Wouldn’t that be nice? And, of course, during this your hands would be very, very busy, so he would have to keep his arms nice and snug out of the way. But he could do this for you, right? Even if he was laughing and squirming and crackling his heart out, not even pretending to not love every single moment of this game, or that he wanted it to be over any moment soon. 

“Eek! Wait, wait!” 

You grinned. See? That was what not being merciful would be. But, stopping to think, those are not bad ideas at all. He really couldn’t stop getting any more adorable, could he?

“Sweetheart!” He squeaked and shook his head, partially in a way to disperse all the restless energy taking over his body and partially in a hopeless attempt to make his big ears cover his flaming face.

Oh. 

(It was quite endearing, actually, how he didn’t exactly blush. His smile would get wobblier and the light in his eyes fuzzy and lightly trembling all while he couldn’t decided if he tried to hide his face or kept staring at you with a gaze so full of complete trust, an excited desperation conquering all his features… Honestly it was just as crystal clear as if his face got completely taken over by a strong shade of red, truly.)

Your entire demeanor softened. That nickname was a new one.

(You wouldn’t mind listening to it being giggled out like this again in the future.)

You decided to return the favor.

Yes, gigglebug?

For a piece of time, Dogday froze with wide eyes and a slight ‘bzzz’ sound escaped from his voicebox. Then his squirming grew anew, no longer being able to look at your soft gaze and trying to press his dazzling, gigantic smile on his shoulders, now with his entire body bouncing with barely suppressed snickers.

His tail hit the floor with an endless and quick pace of ‘thump thumpthumpthump’. The confusion in your expression immediately gave place to a wicked smirk.

Hm.

Gigglebug?

He jolted with a yelp.

Silly giggly gigglebug?

Dogday snorts and tries to pry his hands away from yours with a bit more energy than before. Still, his efforts were still half heartedly at best. In turn you just hold them a bit tighter, thumbs lightly rubbing the back of his paws as your tipped your head to the side, - not unlike he himself watched you from time to time - chasing his gaze and maybe or maybe not giving his belly a tiny - so quick and small that it was over in less a blink - nibble until he turned back to watch you with wide fuzzy eyes.

Nope. No hiding that beautiful smile, huh?

His ears perked a little bit and his wide eyes captured yours for a moment, then jumped to your kind hands, your amused, playful glare, his defenseless belly, his captured paws, your suspecting eyes and, eventually, your eyes again.

Then, without breaking contant, he shut his mouth, firmly pressing his lips in a tight line as he lowered his head to his shoulder, successfully hiding, indeed, that beautiful smile.

Ah.

You see how that is.

Dogdayy ~

He let out a muffled giggle, only pressing his face even more on his shoulder, turning away from you.

Well, since he was insisting so much…

You discreetly adjusted your position, took a deep breath and immediately attacked his lower belly.

His entire torso spasmed, almost throwing you out of him with the sudden move, a loud peal of laughter instantly filling the air as the horrible, awfully ticklish vibrations fuelled his trashing, the raspberry spreading across every single of his nerves, leaving each and every one of them tingling and buzzing.

Another deep breath. Another long, long raspberry and a crackling squeal was ripped from his voicebox, more and more following suit as you chased every sensitive path of fur non stop, not losing a single opportunity to shake your head to increase the sensations, giggling a bit at how that never failed to glitch his words and bring more squeaks to the lovely melody of his laughter.

You spared a couple of tiny raspberries for his sides, literally feeling how they made him arch his back. That only gave you even more access to plenty of sensitive, ticklish spots that you were more than happy to latch on and tickle as if the future safety of the entire world depended on sending him to a total madness and increasing your collection of “cute-sounds-that-Dogday-does”.

You experimentally began nibbling that spot that connected his back and side, right below his belt, if you were not mistaken this would…

Snorts took over the giant toy and in a blink his back immediately clued back on the floor, torso trying and failing in curling into a defensive ball. The new round of raspberries vibrated across his side and teased his entire ribcage, tickling each bone and nerve. 

Dogday tried to muffle his reactions on his shoulder, but with each nibble, each raspberry, tease and nuzzle he felt his mind getting more and more overpowered by the realization that it tickled. It tickled so, so, so much and there was nothing he could do to stop it. Not when his face seemed to be set aflame and his entire body kept getting closer and closer from giving up completely from his squirms and wiggles to let himself succumb to the joyful, insane, funny and fun sensation. Not when his angel kept looking at him with so much amusement and fondness that only succeeded to make him feel even more ticklish and the fact that his giggles weren’t the only ones filling the room made him feel extra silly and made his heart melt with delight. When he was able to just laugh and squeal his heart out, carefree and loud and happy.

How could anyone blame him, then, when he saw with the corner of his eyes you lift your head and so he decided to push his luck more, continuing to hide his big, gigantic, loopy smile.

Ohoho.

So, your dear gigglebug was trying to keep all those sweet reactions away from you, even after you worked so hard for every single one of them? Now, that really wasn’t fair, was it?

You gave him a break, no longer tickling him. Still, having your voice so close made his torso instinctively try to wiggle away, which in itself seemed to only re-alight all the reminiscent tingling on his skin, making the tickly sensation it go back to buzz and dance on his nerves, increasing the phantom tickles, each passing second and taunting word making them feel worse than before. All of this only kept Dogday stuck into an infinite sea of unstoppable, hysterical titters and snickers.

Do you think this is fair at all, gigglebug? 

He shook his head and stopped, then nodded and then shook it again, giving you a glimpse of shiny eyes for a second before it disappeared once more on his fur.

Well, you think this isn’t fair at all. But that is fine. You both can stay here all day long if needed, as long it takes until you get to see that beautiful blushy face and dazzling smile. Yep. That sounds like a good, no, perfect idea! He would love this, right? To keep giggling and laughing and squealing here while being tickled silly forever and ever? 

“Sweheheart!”

Oh! You wonder who said that! It sounded like your dear friend Dogday, but it couldn’t be him, right? No, not really. He was too busy hiding away from his best friend, as it seems.

Aw, that was a pity, truly. He was such a kind, awesome presence in your life. With a personality able to brighten everyone’s life and a trustful companion that was incredibly kind and strong. Always ready to help without a second thought or a blink of an eye, to give a hand, a comforting hug or a remark that would bring you straight to reality. 

Besides, he was kind of cute, too. Like a sweet, excited puppy. He had this loud, booming laughter that, when you got him laughing for long enough, started to descend into a series of crackles that never failed to make him snort and bounce around in joy until his voice box began to glitch in the most endearing and funny way. 

“No more teasing! No more!” Dogday’s titters grew to hysterical high pitched giggles and he scrunched up his neck, trying to best to curl up and disappear as more and more heat spread across his face. His tail would make a hole into the factory’s ground at this rate.

See? It was the most adorably adorable thing, honestly. 

Actually…

You adjusted yourself again and his bubbly giggles developed to chuckles, paws tugging from your grip once again. He knew very well what that tune of yours meant.

You kind of missed listening to his laughter…

And so, with a swift move you freed your hands, fastly shoving them on Dogday’s armpits before he could even react. 

Without wasting a single second, you digged.

A shriek took over every other sound in the place. And then other as you pushed your face right in the middle of his tummy, nibbling and pressing raspberries on it without mercy all while your fingers scratched, scribbled and drummed on his pits with no abandon, nimble fingers dancing on the spot for a few minutes before jumping to other one, to prevent him to get used to the sensation.

Dogday just fell limply on the floor, his shoulders, torso and belly shook with the force of his laughter, and his arms kept jumping from hiding his face to cluing on his sides in a futile attempt to stop the wiggling from worming their way, once more, to his ribs or neck. Each snort, squeal, yelp, snicker, crackle and every other sound swirled freely in the air, especially when a raspberry found a new sensitive spot that even he didn’t know about - since when his collarbone was so ticklish? - and focused all their attention there until all his cute and fun reactions slowed to a string of bubbly, hysterical giggles and his friend went on the look for another sweet tickle spot.

His neck, ribs, armpits, stomach, even his own ears had not been safe from the playful attack. A few pieces of time passed until it slowed to an incredible, horrible kind of soft tickling that led to a series of tittering sniggers to spill from his lips and to a beginning of tears to gather in the corner of his eyes.

At this point, his paws came and gently rested on your hands, engulfing them completely, glimmering eyes finding yours as the light scribbling instinctively squirm lazily from one side to other.

You stopped, entire form melting, the playful smirk plastered on your features losing the sharpness of its corners as a proud fondness took over. You freed one hand to caress the fur of his head, chuckling with drops of amusement and care when he closed his eyes and all his muscles relaxed completely at that, his tail now going back and forth in a tired but content wag. He nuzzled your hand. 

There is it. My beautiful smile.

He groaned, pulling his ears until they covered his face. “Angel… You’re ruthless.”

Hey, it’s not teasing if it’s true!

Another groan. He muttered something under his breath but didn’t shy away from your touch.

The silence fell like a soft blanket on you, bringing to that dark, horrible place a feeling of safety and care that used to be just a pointless, futile dream, before.

(This was nice. Safe.)

Suddenly, two paws flew like a blur of movement in your direction and you felt your entire world tumble and turn upside down. 

You blinked and as your eyes focused, only to find a giant sentient toy who resembled a dog and slowly became your trustful companionship on the last days (hours?) in this factory. Someone you knew that would be right by your side and fight for your safety almost as much as you fought for his.

Although, by the way his mischievous gaze found yours and big arms embraced you in a firm, but still gentle, hug, you must admit you weren’t feeling that safe anymore.

…Dogday?

“No. You’re in friend hug jail. Paying for your friend crimes. You can’t get out.”

You snorted. Glad that you had the sense to start that playful game in the safe area you and Dogday had been clearing and taking care for some time since the ‘You Got To Be a Human and Rest’ episode.

Getting comfortable, you let out a relaxed sigh, snuggling closer, letting your hand softly run on his back in a soft, nice rhythm, not taking too long to feel him melting under the caring touch. 

Well, you may be in jail, but your consciousness was clear.

Dogday had started it.

[starlightglimglam27666]

Tickling the Leader

Summary: Player and the others plan a tickle attack on DogDay.

After Kickin regained his energy, thanks to Crafty, Hoppy smirked at DogDay, who was unprepared. She jumped on him and held his wrists above his head. She started tickling his underarms.

"Tha-that tickles!" DogDay said. Seeing this Player tickled his ribs, Bubba, Picky and Bobby his tummy, Crafty and Kickin his sides and CatNap his neck.

"Tickle, tickle, tickle!" Crafty said, as everyone tickled their leader.

"STAHAHAHAHAHAP IHIHIHIHIT! I'M TOHOHOHO TICKLISH! PLEHEHEHEHEHEASE NOHOHOHOHOHO MOHOHOHOHOHORE!" DogDay said through his laughter as he was being mercilessly tickled by his friends.

"Coochie coochie coo! Coochie coochie coochie coo!" Picky teased as she wriggled her hooves on his tummy.

"STAHAHAHAHAHAP TICKLING MEHEHEHE! PLEHEHEHEHEHEASE! I CAHAHAN'T TAHAHAHAHAKE IT!" DogDay pleaded through his laughter. The tickle words his friends were using were driving him crazy.

"According to us, your belly is the most ticklish!" Bubba said. Bobby wriggled her paws on DogDay's tummy, making him overwhelmed with hysterical laughter. Even Player had never heard him laugh so hard.

"PLEHEHEHEHEHEASE STAHAHAHAHAHAP IHIHIHIHIT! NOHOHOHOHOHO MOHOHOHOHOHORE! THAHAHAT TIHIHIHICKLES! THIHIHIHIHIHIS ISN'T FUHUHUHUHUHUNNY" DogDay found it very difficult to get any words out without being dissolved by laughter.

After twenty minutes of nonstop tickling, feeling like hours for DogDay, everyone stopped tickling him and let him go. DogDay thanked them for stopping as he was catching his breath.

[kanene-yaaay]

I can't get over how cute this is!!! Their both tails wagging is just the most adorably adorable thing and when you come and add to that Dogday's gigantic smile and happy expression?? I am on the floor! This is just perfection fr ♡♡♡

I made a GIF with a lil tickle animation i made. It’s not much but hey, it’s what my brain could comprehend right now

THEM (Dognap, Evening, Sleepyday, Catday, Sunnynight)

[kanene-yaaay]

Hey Kanene, I have an amazing Poppy Playtime tickle fic idea for you: A sequel to your spectacular fic where the player gets revenge on DogDay by giving him the same treatment he gave them.

Heya heya! Aaaa that is such an adorable idea! Gonna be honest tho I think Dogday wouldn’t last too much in the game afwftecehsuwgyw I feel like he would try to at the beginning, but as the light tickles and the teasing just keep going his joy would get too much to contain and he would explode in giggles even if you weren't actually tickling him at all! Imagine how cute! The antecipation just got to him so much that he can't stop squirming, entire body shaking with both his laughter and how much his tail is wagging around like crazy. A gigantic smile in his face and an uncontrollable fit of squeaks and snickers and only a few pokes here and there are enough to keep him in that hysterical fate. Glinting eyes watching your every move and still doing exactly nothing to stop as you decide to finally tickle him silly. So yeah! I don’t think the game would take too long to end but fun and laughter would just be there still :D

Tho, that reminded me of an idea of a tickle game that appeared to me in a dream (literally akvafwjwvege) and I've been wanting to write for years: a game where the tickles starts at your ears and ends on your toes, teasing and tickling every tickle spot in between! The person has to hold their laughter as long as they can because the moment their barrier break and they laugh then all the spots that were left un-tickled are a free game to be tickled by the ler as much as they both want! :D

I'm not very good at explaining but let's say that the ler starts tickling the Lee's ears and that is fine, they can keep their giggles in! That is not a so bad spot! And then they go to the neck, shoulders, armpits, ribs.... but! The moment the latch on the Lee's laugh they can't keep it anymore and start to laugh! So every tickle spot from the sides to his feet are a free game to tickle and all the above are not :DD which can bring interesting scenarios of the lee laughing before the ler pass across their fav tickle spot or they asking for the ler to go back and tickle them there! Oh, and ofc the lee wins if they manage to not laugh until the end and then it's the Ler's time to giggle and blush :D

Anyway, really like this idea and I like to picture that Dogday has super ticklish ears so he would probably lose even faster in this one but ajegtevekevete I don't think he would be bothered at all, I mean, you saying that he gets a fun bonding moment between him and his angel, laughter, happiness, comfort, playful fun AND tickles? He is heaven

[jaladwolf]

Featherary Day 21: Chase

Cast: Hoppy Hopscotch, DogDay, CatNap, CraftyCorn

Summary: Hoppy is in a Ler mood and the unfortunate DogDay is her target… “DogDay~!”

The sing-song voice of Hoppy echoed through the hallway of the house as DogDay backed away from the young bunny who had her hands raised, fingers in a claw-like stance. The girl was in one of her Ler moods and unfortunately for the sunny leader, he was her choice of victims…

“N-now Hoppy… let’s talk about this…”

But the green rabbit didn’t listen as she suddenly pouched, however DogDay managed to step out of the way before running down the hallway and into the living room. Hoppy followed suit, giving chase as she wasn’t gonna stop until she got her hands on her.

CraftyCorn, who was coloring, looked on in confusion and worry. She’d never seen Hoppy so focused on tickling someone. CatNap, who was sitting on the couch reading a book, looked at the chase in slight amusement.

“Leheave me alone!”

Hoppy just chuckled at her friend’s nervous laughter.

“Nah! And I’m not gonna stop til I get… what l… want~!”

As soon as she said those words, she suddenly charged towards him, tackling him to the ground.

“Ha! Gotcha!”

DogDay looked up at Hoppy with a nervous expression, his smile wobbly as he chuckled nervously.

“U-uhm… truce?”

Hoppy just rolled her eyes as she began tickling his sides, chuckling evily as she watched DogDay squirm in an attempt to get away.

“Ahahahaha! H-Hoppy! Stop it!”

“Stop? I just started, why should I stop?”

She moved her hands up to his armpits, causing him to try and clamp his arms to his sides as he laughed, but it just made things worse.

“Or are you just too scared because you’re so ticklish~?”

DogDay let a yelp as he suddenly felt Hoppy fluttering her fingers underneath his foot. His face was already a bit red from the teasing as he tried to get her to stop.

“Wait waihihit- Hoppy not there-!”

She just ignored him as she placed his foot in a headlock before she began tracing the sun-shaped paw pad and she suddenly got an idea. She looked over at DogDay as she smirked mischievously.

“Hey DogDay?”

The poor pup looked at her, his face still red.

“Whahat?”

Her mischievous smirk suddenly turned to an evil grin as she began giggling. She then turned back to his foot and began playing “this little piggy” with his toes.

“This little piggy went to market… this little piggy stayed home…”

DogDay let out another mirthful yelp as Hoppy began tickling his toes, reciting the nursery rhyme and she did so. When she got to his pinky toe, she looked back at him with a chuckle.

“And do you remember where this little piggy went~?”

DogDay couldn’t even get a proper answer in as he felt her fingers flutter near his pinky toe.

“Ihihi- I don’t know!”

“Wrong! This little piggy went wee, wee, wee all the way home~!”

DogDay let out a squeal as Hoppy traced his foot, trying to pull it out of the hold as he squirmed and laughed.

“Hahahaha! W-waihihit”

He waves a defensive hand at her, the other covering his red face.

"Truce! TruhUHUHUHUce!!" Hoppy stopped tickling his foot before looking at him.

“A truce, huh? Hmmm… sure, we can do a truce…”

She suddenly placing her hands on his stomach as she smirked.

“But only after I’ve had my fill. Sooo until then...”

DogDay looked at her with panic as he sees her hands on his stomach.

”Wait-waitwaitwaitwait! H-Hoppy! No-Hahahaha!”

His protest was cut off by Hoppy’s fingers tickling his belly, ruffling the fur as he banged his fist on the floor. One thing’s for certain, she’s not gonna be stopping anytime soon…

And donezo! Sorry if this is lazy, I’m a bit tired… Still, hope y’all like it!

[smileheart110]

He's doomed.

“Okay?”

CatNap stood still as he was surprised by DogDays response.

“Y-yeah.. I’ll join you… I’ll bring the intruder to you.. I’ll even kill them.. just.. please.. no-no more.” DogDay dangled from exhaustion.

“Hmm… Your response seems genuine.. and your tone sounds like your sincere..” CatNap thinks for moments as DogDay waits patiently for his decision.

*SLASH! *

CatNap cuts one of the restraints on DogDays leg.

“Hey wait! What are you doing?! Nonononono! I-I said I’ll work for you! Let me go!”

“Well I can’t just yet… there’s one more button to press to see what your true intentions are..”

@fluffymary almost forgot to tag you for the paw design

[starlightglimglam27666]

Ending the Hatred

Summary: The Smiling Critters attempt to end Mommy Long Legs' hatred of them.

One day at Playtime Co, CatNap was just minding his own business when CraftyCorn came over, clearly distressed. CatNap could tell by looking at her. He came up to the unicorn to see what happened to her.

"CraftyCorn, what's troubling you?" he asked, trying to calm her down.

"Why does Mommy Long Legs hate us so much?" CraftyCorn said in a saddened tone, making it clear that she didn't like that MLL hated the Smiling Critters so much

"Good question," CatNap said, even though he had no idea why MLL hated them so much. "I have no clue, but... we could end her hatred towards us, and I know the perfect method!"

Later that day, CatNap told the other Smiling Critters what had happened and how it affected CraftyCorn.

"Oh, you poor thing," Bobby BearHug said, going over to CraftyCorn and hugging her.

"Why would Mommy Long Legs be so cruel to us, when she's nice to Poppy and her friends?" DogDay asked, obviously confused about the situation.

"I have a plan," CatNap said, intriguing the others. "We would use advanced methods to get her to see that we can be friends."

"I know what you mean by 'advanced methods'" Bubba Bubbaphant stated. "But do you think it'll work?"

"I've seen it work on Player, so it'll work on Mommy Long Legs as well," CatNap said, giving him a look of disbelief.

"Let's do this then!" Hoppy Hopscotch said in her usual energetic tone.

The Smiling Critters made their way to Mommy Long Legs' location. When she saw them, she did not look happy.

"What are you Smiling Vermin doing?" she said sourly, but CatNap just smirked.

"First of all, it's Smiling Critters, and secondly, we're here for a little bit of... NOW CRITTERS!" CatNap said and with that, KickinChicken tackled MLL and pinned her down.

"What are you doing?" Mommy Long Legs asked, unable to get herself free. "And how are you so strong?"

"Well," CraftyCorn said, using her magic to gather paintbrushes and art sponges. "After you hurt my feelings with your hatred, CatNap decided to end it once and for all!"

"What are you going to do to me?" Mommy asked, now sounding nervous.

"We'll be nice, at first..." PickyPiggy said, smirking. "And from what I've heard, laughter burns calories and it's also the best medicine."

"What do you mean by... eep!" Mommy started to question, but was cut off when DogDay started moving his paws across her sides.

"What was that reaction?" he said, tempting the others to join in.

"S-sorry, I guess I'm a little... ticklish," Mommy said, but because of KickinChicken holding her down she couldn't defend her sides.

"Did you say that you're... ticklish?" PickyPiggy said. "Well that makes our job a whole lot easier."

"Like this!" CraftyCorn said, using her magic to position her paintbrushes at MLL's sides, while DogDay straddled her waist, his paws positioned at her stomach.

"How does it feel to be tickled for once?" Bobby BearHug said in her sassy tone, which is what she uses on others and she also referred to all the times Player has been tickled in the past.

"I ohohohonly dihihihihihid tht fohohohor fun!" Mommy tried explaining, but her giggling was making it difficult. "And hehehe wahahahas too cuhuhuhute!"

"Yeah, but you're cute too when you laugh," CraftyCorn said, using her paintbrushes on her sides, tickling her.

"Plehehehease dohohohon't!" Mommy Long Legs tried to ask for mercy, but the Smiling Critters had other plans.

"Begging for our mercy only gets you nowhere," KickinChicken said, not letting go. He's been trained to restrain others, having done this to the other Smiling Critters before.

"I guess this is one of your weaknesses, huh?" DogDay said, moving his paws across her stomach, causing her to break into laughter.

"Same as Player," said CraftyCorn, making the paintbrushes go faster.

"NO MORE! NOHOHOHO MOHOHOHORE! STAHAHAHAHAP IHIHIHIHIHIT!" Mommy pleaded through her laughter. "I'M TOHOHOHOHO TICKLISH FOHOHOHOR THIHIHIHIHIS!"

"WHEEEEEEEE!" Bobby BearHug said as she and the other Smiling Critters joined in.

"You might not as ticklish as Player, but you're still pretty sensitive," said PickyPiggy, making a point. "If we keep this up, you could burn more calories."

"I'LL DOHOHOHO ANYTHIHIHIHIHIHIHING! I WOHOHOHON'T HAHAHAHATE YOHOHOHOU ANYMORE! JUST MAHAHAHAKE IT STAHAHAP!" Mommy found it very difficult to get any words out without being dissolved by lsughter.

After twenty minutes of nonstop tickling, feeling like hours for Mommy Long Legs, the Smiling Critters stopped tickling her and let her go. She thanked them for stopping and then smirked.

"Why don't we see which one of you has the most adorable laughter, hmm?" she said as the girls backed away.

[tkfanz428]

“NONONONONO!”

He felt a pair of clawed hands scratch across his torso. Despite the others seizing their attack, the clawed traces along his underarms and belly was enough to multiply the sensations by two.

“PLEAHEEHEHEHEHEHEASE! NOHOHOMORE! “

CatNaps tail began twirling along his armpit as he raised his hand to his elbow.

The hysterical dog jerked and tugged at the restraints leaving his ticklish spots vulnerable.

“WAHAHAHAIT! STOHOHOHOP IT IM BEHEHEHEGGING HERE!” All the laughs cutting his statement off made it nearly misunderstanding.

“HYAHAHAHAHA! LEHET ME GOHOHOHOHO!”

The cat watches him be beaten to pieces by such a harmless method. Such a sight, CatNap began laughing with him.

“Oh dear, dear DogDay. Like I said before, only way to stop this is to work along side me-“

“OKAY! OKAY!”

[berrymilkwithsugar]

Ticklish little brat~ ♡ (Lee!Catnap and Ler!Dogday)

I love these little sillies so much.

(Anyone ordered a bratty Lee!catnap with a teasy Ler!Dogday as a side?

Another VERY indulgent fanfic.. raspberries warning as well I cause that makes peeps uncomfortable…. Also I wrote this at 1 am, apologies for typos/grammar errors/repetition)

Catnap bolted across the hall, with his canine friend hot on his tail, it was a simple game of “truth or dare” with his friends. Dogday was dared to be tickled by catnap for five minutes, driving the poor pooch up the wall, now he’s chasing catnap with a vengeance. “Get back here, kitty!” Dogday yelled, nervous giggles were pouring from the cat’s mouth like a faucet.

“Come and get me puppy!” Catnap turned around sticking his tongue out to blow a raspberry at him before he suddenly tripped over one of his dog friend’s squeaky toys. Dogday watched as catnap tripped, he smirked and began to run slightly faster to catch up to where the feline was now laying, Dogday was right beside Catnap almost instantly “Now I got you, ya little brat~”

Dogday pins the cat down on the soft carpet, causing said cat to squirm and pout. “No fair!” Catnap whined. Dogday chuckled at this, “Did you seriously not expect me to get revenge on you, especially after pulling that stunt on me?” Catnap stuck his tongue out at the dog. “You chose dare! Not me!”

Dogday rolled his eyes and chuckled lightly at Catnap’s childish gesture. “Sure, fair point, I chose dare and not you... But still, you HAD to at least see this coming, right?” The orange furred dog asked his cooler toned companion, a swift “Shut up” was all Catnap could reply with. Dogday couldn’t help but chuckle more as Catnap simply dismissed him, especially since he was used to Catnap having a witty or sassy response to almost anything he said.

“Aw, you sound a little bitter that I'm right, huh~?” Dogday said with a smirk, Catnap tries to squirm out of his grasp. “No, you’re not.” He responds with a childish pout. Dogday rolls his eyes again with a smirk, his grip tightening around the cat’s arms to ensure he couldn’t squirm out of his grasp.

“Uh huh, sure I’m not. Keep telling yourself that all you want, won’t change the fact I’m telling the truth, silly~”Dogday teased.

This smug son of a- before Catnap finished that thought, he sticks his tongue out and blows a raspberry at Dogday, which gave the canine an idea. A smirk slowly crept up on his face. Catnap looked down at Dogday when no snide remark was heard from the canine, “What cat got your- h-hey, what are you doing?” Catnap asked nervously as Dogday seemed to adjust himself so his face was near Catnap’s tummy.

“Oh, nothing much… just admiring the view that I’m currently looking at~” Catnap squirmed at this “W-What view?!” Dogday chuckled as Catnap began to squirm around, “Why, the very interesting view of fluffy tummy, of course~!” The dog said in a chipper tone. Catnap gulped “Yeah what about it. Nothing special.” His tail began to wag in excitement at what his friend was about to do.

Dogday smiled wider at Catnap’s attempted nonchalant and dismissive tone, Dogday knelt down and began to get closer to Catnap’s stomach, his face was only inches away from Catnap’s soft looking fur. “Oh really? Well then, if there’s “nothing special” or “interesting” about your tummy… then you wouldn’t mind having me take a closer look at it now, would you~?”

Knowing what that was code for, catnap began to shake his head “Nononono pleasepleaseplease not that.” He said, yet there was a bit of excitement hidden behind his panicked tone. Dogday chuckled at Catnap’s panicked response, and began to feel a small bit of satisfaction at Catnap’s frantic response over him wanting to get close to his belly.

“Now why are you so panicked over me just getting a little closer? Could it be that you’re a little… ticklish, perhaps~?” If words could kill, catnap would be a dead man. Catnap bit his lip, muffling any nervous giggles and proceeds to hide his face in his paws. Dogday’s smirk grew wider at seeing how desperately Catnap tried to hide his face in his paws, Dogday could practically feel the anxiousness radiating off Catnap at this very moment, and he was enjoying every second of it.

“Aww, is that your attempt at hiding your face? So cute… but what’s even cuter is that you still haven’t answered my question… are you ticklish, Catnap~?” His question was laced with so much saccharine it was sickening. Catnap refused to answer the question, so he stayed quiet. Dogday chuckled at Catnap’s silence, it was very telling of the answer to his question due to Catnap’s refusal to respond in the first place.

“Ah, so it IS true… you really are ticklish, aren’t you~?” The canine asked, his smirk still plastered onto his face. Catnap stayed silent, seeming to be enough of an answer for the dog to continue, Dogday slowly moved his face closer to Catnap’s tummy and began to speak in a more quieter and calmer, but still playful tone

“So then, since it IS true that you’re ticklish… you wouldn’t mind if I take… a closer look~ at your cute stomach, would you~?” Catnap squeaks “W-Wait Dogday, let’s be rational about this- EEK!” Too late, dog day already started his assault of raspberries on the poor cat’s tummy, sending him into a fit of bubbly laughter. “EHEHEHEHEHE D-DOGDAHAHAHAY!” Catnap kicked his legs as his Dogday blew a raspberry near his ribs. “Tickle tickle kitty~!” He teases as he blew another near his sides, driving the cat up a wall. “D-DOGDAY! EHEHEHEHEHE C-CUT IT OHOHOUT!” With that, Dogday suddenly stopped. Leaving the cat confused and a bit disappointed. “Alright. That’s enough.” Dogday said, backing away from the cat, only to look at him puzzled.

“What? Did I do something wrong?” The dog asked, with genuine concern. Catnap looked away flustered, Dogday stood there dumbfounded before it clicked together, his smirk grew twice as large. “Oh~ did a certain kitty like being tickle tickle tickled~?” He teases as Catnap’s cheeks turned a darker shade of purple. “Well why didn’t you say so~?” Dogday slowly extended a hand forward and placed his fingers gently onto Catnap’s stomach. Catnap writhes “Thahahats not it and you know it!” He giggles. Dogday smirked at Catnap as soon as he began to writhe at his fingers making contact with his belly. “Oh really~? And what exactly did you want me to do, hm~? Did you want me to do THIS~?”

Dogday began to move his fingers around in a circular pattern on Catnap’s stomach, causing Catnap to shriek. “NOHOHOHO!” Catnap squealed as he shook his head. Dogday chuckled as Catnap shook his head, Dogday found it adorable and comical how flustered he was getting even by the slightest of touch to his belly, Dogday continued to use his fingers to move around in a circular motion on Catnap stomach, he then began to speak in a teasing tone.

“Aww, but why not~? You don’t want me to tickle your cute tummy~?” Catnap replied with “NAHAHAT WITH YOHOHOUR FINGERS!!”

Dogday chuckled and stopped movie his finger in circular patterns on the poor cat’s tummy, he gave a mischievous smirk before responding in an almost mocking manner. “Why not my fingers? You don’t want my fingers to tickle your soft and sensitive stomach~?”

Catnap groaned at this, he should have know he was gonna pull this on him, “You know what I’m asking you to tickle me with!”. Dogday chuckled again at the cat’s impatience and smirked even wider as he knew exactly what Catnap was referring to, Dogday spoke in a slightly teasing yet mocking tone “Oh, you want me to use my nose to gently nuzzle and rub it against your soft, bare stomach~? Is that what you’re asking me to do~?”

Catnap shakes his head Oh for the love of. He blows another raspberry at the dog, hoping that would be enough of a hint, Dogday chuckled at Catnap’s second raspberry that he blew at him, he smirked and rolled his eyes slightly in a mocking manner as he spoke to Catnap “Aww, you’re blowing raspberries at me again now, how cute… but I’m still not getting what you’ actually want me to do, silly~ Maybe give me another hint, and maybe I’ll get it this time~”

Oh that son of a- “Just blow raspberries on my tummy already!” Catnap snapped, finally growing impatient yet he was still flustered.

Dogday chuckled as Catnap finally flat out admitted what he wanted him to do, he smirked again before responding in a slightly mocking tone still, just to get under Catnap’s skin a bit, “Oh, so you want me to blow raspberries on your tummy, huh~? Is that what you wanted all this time, you silly, impatient little ticklish brat~?”

Catnap pouts which drew a chuckle from Dogday, he found the pout to be both cute, and hilarious at the same time, “Aww, look at you pouting… how cute… but you never actually answered my question, you silly boy~ Do you really want me to blow raspberries on your cute, soft, ticklish tummy~?” With a sigh Catnap mumbles a “yes.”

Dogday smirked at getting Catnap to finally answer his question after all that stalling, he chuckled at Catnap’s response before he responded in a slightly teasing tone still, “Did you just say “yes”. So adorable~ But would you mind repeating that a little more clearly, you little brat~?” Dogday said, Catnap couldn’t explain why, but this was making him flustered, with a red face he answered with another “Yes!”

Dogday chuckled again at seeing Catnap all flustered and red, he liked the sight of it, a lot, and he loved seeing Catnap so desperate for him to blow raspberries on him. “Aww, is someone embarrassed by having to admit that all they want is for me to blow raspberries on their soft, ticklish tummy~?” Dogday cooed. This caused Catnap to look away from him, which in turn made Dogday chuckle, he thought Catnap’s efforts at hiding his flustered and embarrassed face were adorable and comical, “Oh, is the cute, impatient, and ticklish brat embarrassed at admitting that he wants me to blow raspberries on his cute, soft, tummy~?” the dog cooed some more, Catnap nods. Dogday found it funny how Catnap wasn’t even speaking anymore, just nodding silently, of course he had to tease him about it.

“You can’t even speak anymore, huh~? Is someone’s voice caught in their throat at the thought of me tickling their cute little tummy with my lips~?” Catnap’s nods are more frantic now. Dogday chuckled again, it was hilarious and adorable how embarrassed and flustered Catnap was getting at the thought of Dogday tickling him with raspberries.

“Someone’s nodding more frantic now, huh~? Is someone getting excited at the thought of my lips coming into contact with your cute, sensitive, ticklish belly~?”Dogday teased, Catnap started to kick his legs “Just get on with it already!”

This drew a chuckle out of the canine, he loved seeing the feline get even more impatient and desperate, and Dogday wanted to tease Catnap even more than before, he spoke in a slightly mocking tone, “Awwww, is someone getting even more impatient now~? Does someone need to be more patient and stop demanding that I “just get on with it already”~?” At this point Catnap would even beg for it to happen, the anticipation is killing him “Please! Just please, if you’re gonna do it, do it!” He begged. Dogday chuckled at Catnaps’s desperate pleading, he found it hilarious and adorable how desperate Catnap had gotten for Dogday to do this, he smirked one more time and spoke in a slightly teasing and mocking tone once more “Aww, is someone saying “please”, huh~? Is someone finally asking nicely for me to blow raspberries on their cute, ticklish stomach with my lips~?”

Catnap finally caved in, he admits a weak “yes” as he nods his head, Dogday chuckled once again as Catnap finally caved in and admitted a weak and nervous “yes”, he found it hilariously adorable how his friend finally broke down from all the build up, and was now nodding his head obediently.

“Awwww, was that so hard~? It took a while, but you finally admitted it~ But one more thing before we get started… you gotta promise me one thing first~” Dogday said as the cat huffed.Catnap pouted “more?” Dogday chuckled at his annoyed and pouty pout, he smirked before replying in a slightly teasing tone yet again, “Oh, is someone getting more annoyed now~? Well someone better start being a cooperative little brat and hear me out on this little proposition before I get to blowing raspberries on that cute tummy~” this made Catnap stop his pouting Dogday chuckled at this, he found it adorable how Catnap had quickly changed his attitude from annoyed and pouty to obedient and listening. “Good boy~ Now then, to get to blowing raspberries on that cute tummy of yours, there’s one thing you gotta promise me~” The warmer tone counterpart said, Catnap cocks a brow causing Dogday to smirk again, he was loving the adorable expressions the little brat was making, and he spoke in a slightly teasing and almost mocking tone once again “Oh don’t give me that look, silly boy… you better promise me that you won’t try to jerk away from me or roll over if you get too ticklish while I blow raspberries on your cute tummy~” Catnap hummed in thought before responding “Okay… I promise.”

Dogday grinned he decided he was now fully satisfied with Catnap’s level of obedience, he responded in an approving tone, “Good boy~ Are you ready for it… are you fully and completely ready… for me to blow raspberries on that cute, soft, tummy of yours~?”

Catnap nodded. Dogday smirked at Catnap’s little nod, he was absolutely loving how obedient and compliant Catnap was being at that point, Dogday spoke in an almost excited tone, “Alright then little brat, you better not break that promise you made to me… be a good boy and hold STILL… for me~”

Dogday smirked at Catnap bracing himself for the inevitable and slowly leaned his head closer to the cat’s tummy until his lips were practically touching Catnap. “You ready… you little, ticklish brat~?” He teased

Dogday spoke in an almost excited tone one last time before finally blowing a raspberry on his tummy. A squeal came from the cat as he bursts into melodic giggles. “EEK! Ehehehehe!” Dogday chuckled at Catnap’s second adorable squeal and lifted his head off of Catnap’s stomach once more, he spoke in a slightly mocking and teasing tone again “Awww, that one tickle even more~?” He asked as he blew another raspberry, he also started nibbling on the cat’s rib cage in between raspberries to keep the cat up the wall.

“D-DOGDAHAHAHAHAHAHAY!!” Catnap kicked his legs, “Yes my little ticklish kitty?” The canine teased, causing the cat to flush an even darker shade of red “IHIHIHIHIHIT TIHIHIHIHIHIHICKLES!” He thrashed his head from side to side, trying desperately to keep his torso still. Dogday shook his head and clicked his tongue, “I warned you.” He said before he lowers down and places tickly kisses all over Catnap’s belly, making the cat squeal again.“EHEHEHEHEH N-NO NAHAHAHAHAT KISSES!! THEHEHEHEY TICKLE SO BAHAHAD!” The feline squealed, his thrashing became more harsh, as his tail was thumping against the ground, showing that he was at least enjoying this. “Tickle tickle tickle kitty”

“SHUHUHUHUT UP!” The cat squealed causing the dog to smirk, Catnap had finally breaking out of his submissive and obedient attitude and was snapping at Dogday, and to be honest, he found the outburst both adorable and comical to see, Dogday laughed at Catnap’s reaction, “AHAHAHA~! Awww, is someone snapping at me now~? Losing their composure and breaking out of their submissive little brat phase that you’ve been in since I started blowing raspberries on your adorable little tummy~?”

“YEHEHEHEHES” Dogday couldn’t help but coo at Catnap’s adorable, unrestrained laughter and continued talking to Catnap in a teasing, mocking, and playful tone, “Is someone laughing a little loudly now~? Does someone’s tummy REALLY not be able to take too many raspberries~?”. Catnap shook his head, which Dogday chuckled at, “Nuh uh, your tummy is DEFINITELY really, REALLY ticklish huh~? And you REALLY can’t take too many raspberries on this cute little stomach of yours, huh~?” He said, his voice dripping with saccharine, this caused Catnap to break, “EEK!! OKAHAHAHAHAHAY YES!!”

Dogday chuckled at Catnap’s reaction, he responded in a teasing tone, “Awww~ You finally admitted that your cute little belly is SUPER ticklish huh~? AHAHAHAHA~! You gonna be able to handle any more of my raspberries on this adorable tummy~?”

“NAHAHAHAHAHA PLEHEHEHEHEHEHEASE!” catnap begged, his face was a deep purple as he frantically nodded. Dogday chuckled again at Catnap’s frantic nods and beet-red face, he loved it when Catnap was getting all worked up and desperate because of the tickling, “Aww~, you were getting soooo worked up and panicked by just a few small raspberries on your cute little tummy, huh~? Poor little ticklish brat~”

Finally Dogday let up on the poor cat, leaving him a panting mess of giggles. Dogday offered a hand to the cat “You alright buddy?” He asked in a chipper tone. The cat reached up and grabbed his hand, only instead of belting Dogday pull him up, he dragged Dogday down to the ground, quickly using his tail to secure his wrists. “Did you seriously think I wasn’t going to get back at you?” He said in a mocking tone, calling back to Dogday’s retort. The canine groaned “no fair.” As the cat proceeded to start tickling his ribs.

Let’s just say the cycle repeated for the rest of the day.

[mako-asmr]

~Adorable Ticklish Puppy~

Here's the preview to the exclusive Dogday audio that's been uploaded, I hope you guys enjoy and I look forward to posting again next Thursday ^^

[bigdreamerpeach]

I need some lee dogday

There we go !!

Cute , Ticklish puppy needs the tickles

[kanene-yaaay]

EVERYONE BE QUIET RIGHT NOOOOOOOWWWWWW!!! IT'S THEM!!! THE PRECIOUS CINNAMON ROLLS!!!

Oh gosh, this is such a brillant, bright, colorful, cute, amazing and delightful drawing!!! The smiles - both from Dogday and player - here are so joyful!!!! 💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛 so so cute and nice aaaaaaaaa

[kanene-yaaay]

The Benefits of a Restful Sleep (and other things that a friend can help you with)

Kanene's notes: In my defense, Dogday is way too cute and kind. That was his mistake. Now I just HAD to make an entire story where he is alive and the Player is both the most stubborn bean ever and the biggest softie to set a foot in the factory. That is it. That is the entire story. Warnings: Mentioned death as a form of reset, angst and mention of injury and blood. It's discussed but not too deeply and isn't the main plot of the story. Raspberries, nibbles, lots of teasing, hurt/comfort and roothing fluff. Reader is adressed with they/them. Around 9.500 words. Heavily inspired by @fluffymary 's wonderful, incredible stories. Take a look at them too :D

[~*~]

You were exhausted.

That was a problem.

Sure, tiredness wasn’t really a new feeling in your life when you looked at the big scheme of things. Even before you went back to your old workplace, it used to cling on your bones, to fill your mind with memories and to pull your spirits down at any time of the day when a kid’s laughter or flowers would remind you of everything you tried so hard to leave behind.

(And look where you are now.)

The constant ‘fighting for your life’ thing also hasn't been helping a lot lately. Adrenaline and the will to keep on living were perfect for the battles but could only get you so far when the feeling of danger and fear scrutinized all of your steps, stalking in any and every corner, waiting for the right moment to strike. Days and hours became a total mess and the longer you spent on exploring and surviving, the more and more things that were once important started to fade to a background thought in your head.

Food was one of them. Water. Sleep. The debris and destruction brought a lot of memories and enemies but hardly a safezone where you could actually sit down, breathe and rest for a bit. It was fine, though. The solution was simple and quick. 

Dying.

Sounded harsh when you thought about it in that way, to be honest. 

Resetting. 

Or something like that.

Not during a fight, of course. After the first couple of times, it quickly became annoying and no fun at all to have to experience all the chase and… other things more than once. However, on other occasions, missteps into an abyss happen and sometimes a bad calculation using the grabpack could be fatal (and more frequent than you should admit.) 

You couldn’t deny its convenience. In a blink you would wake up, not hungry, thirsty or exhausted, a few meters behind your previous location and then you would be ready to go until the pain of hunger or the feeling of being in a brick of passing out appeared once again.

It was not the best, you knew, but it was a good enough solution. 

It was fine.

(It was fine.) 

Especially now, when you have someone else depending on you to survive. Saving Dogday had been tricky and much, much harder than the alternative. Keeping him alive after that, during the smiling critters chase and the aftermath, even more so. None of this didn’t really matter, though. It was worth it. 

The beginning had been tougher. With all the emotions, the changes, pain (and how to keep going after all of that), going back to Home Sweet Home and getting into more trouble trying to turn on all the generators. The fact that, not very longer after getting into the Daycare, you found a new, clean fabric and a set of tools to take care of Dogday’s injuries was the perfect help, even if the coincidence of that encounter had bordered on a miracle that made your skin prickle in discomfort as you had stared at the sewing kit localized (placed) just a few meters away from you two. There was no way that this could have been accidental. 

(Ever since you set a foot in this factory not a single encounter, voice, tape or battle seemed a coincidence and the fear of the image that this puzzle was creating haunted your every choice.)

Nevertheless, beggars couldn’t be choosers. Even though Dogday stayed unusually quiet for a really long time after his injuries were taken care of, he still insisted on using it despite both of your strong suspicions, not wanting to be a ‘burden’, anymore.

You disagreed strongly with that word, of course. Not only because his knowledge of the place and the little shortcuts or hidden spaces had been essential both to escape from the hungry toys and to make your path confusing enough to mislead any pursuers you had was essential to your survival, but also because… 

Damn. 

You just really missed this.

Chatting. Having someone truly by your side. No second intentions or guesses or working around to earn a couple of moments of dialogue. Just a companionship and a fighter if needed, someone bright who could, just with their presence and company, help to keep your focus and your objectives in mind. 

Dogday’s voice was raspy and rough but his words were light and kind. He would insist on calling you ‘angel’ and gesture excitedly around when he was talking, pulling your attention back when you began losing yourself in your thoughts. He would help solving the complicated puzzles spread through the factory and hold your hand tight to hide the tremble of his own paws when you both went through somewhere too dark. He would joke and hold and help and you wished you could put in words how no trouble in the world could make his presence here not worth it. 

That is why you couldn’t afford passing out right now. That is why you kept pulling one foot after the other and continued your path to the end of this hell.

Unfortunately, the very reason that kept you moving forward was the same one blocking you from actually managing to reset your body and get over that tiredness.

The fact that Dogday cared.

He was smart and quite smooth too. That was clear after all the times he would ‘accidentally’ get in front of you when you managed to step a bit too close from a deepless hole or how he would suddenly remember a shortcut that would have you to deviate from the giant abyss you had been eyeing for a few moments ago or when he distracted you as he followed another direction, a light pull on your wrist and a inviting conversation on the tip of his tongue, the pit getting farther and farther away.

It was a bit endearing, you couldn’t lie.

However, when a badly placed hand of your grabpack successfully made you slip from a fatal high and you only had time to listen to a surprised yelp (or more like a ‘yap’?) before a giant orange arm held you close to a fluffy chest you were actually torn between hitting something in frustration and melting in the warmth.

Dogday smiled, looking down. 

“Ops, you almost fell in there, angel.” His eyebrow was crooked and his expression filled with tension and confusion. Yep. He definitely realized what was going on. That kind of sucks.

He started heading the other direction, taking a different path to where you were going. “You‘re really tired, aren’t you? Saving everyone must cost a lot of energy.” His eyes softened. You struggled to keep yours open, body inevitably relaxing with his voice and kind touch. “And, well, I don’t think you had a lot of opportunities to rest since you got here too, right? Ehehe. That is… a bit worrisome. Humans need plenty of sleep and we have been walking for a long time already!”

You have survived longer without it. It was fine. There were more generators that had to be turned on before anything else. Those were your priorities.

Dogday acknowledged the end of your sentence before shaking his head vehemently, his ears flopping around in an endearing way. 

“The generators have been turned off for a long time now, a few more hours won’t hurt. You are our priority, angel.” Dogday tried to not let his tail wag in adorableness when he pulled you closer to his chest and you let your head and eyelids fall with a really tiny, quiet sound for a moment too long before opening them and watching him in a stubborn manner. “And I think I know somewhere where we can hide for long enough before continuing.” 

He watched as you deviated your gaze, thoughtful. Almost there.

“Besides, my kind angel” he let his posture go, just a little. The exhaustion from… everything showing from the light of his eyes to the darkness of his mouth. Trusting had been what got him stuck but also what freed him. He could offer this human a bit more of it. “I-I really think I need time to recover. Sometimes it just… hurts.”

He looked down and you didn’t need to follow his gaze to get what he was saying.

Oh.

Oh.

That was what settled it. You nodded. But he had to put you on the ground. 

You kept your expression firm and ignored his playful chuckle and the way he only pulled you closer with your words, because if he kept holding you, there was no way you would not fall asleep instantly and you both couldn’t afford that until he got to that safe place.

With a huff and a beginning of a pout he acquiesced and put you on the cracked floor, getting your point. He had to hide his snickers with his paw when you wobbled on the same spot for a second before eventually gathering your strength back, feeling a million times more tired. 

Urg. Relaxing was a mistake.

“Don’t worry, it’s not too far from here. We will get there in no time!” 

(...)

Took longer than he expected for you to finally lay down, but it was worth it. The place was one of the old dorms so there were a lot of pillows and mattresses thrown around, a few somewhat still holding a good condition for use. With the help of some furniture and moving around, you managed to barricade the door and build a sort of nest hidden in a farther corner so that it would be really difficult to notice through any window. 

The human seemed ready to pass out at any moment, yawning and giving the door a last look, watching every creek and tear on the walls for anything that could be dangerous, even after all their previous care to make this place as safe as possible. Silly dear.

Dogday has always prided himself in being perceptive. Both because of the kids he once needed to watch and take care of and also because it’s important to notice and understand the details around your teammates so he would know when to help them.

(Old habits die hard, as it seems.)

And, yeah, maybe it had something to do with how long he spent without seeing a human or how he missed having someone (anyone-) who cared so much around. But he couldn’t really help to watch, prod and pick every little detail and gesture of yours around as if he was collecting flowers in a garden. Humans were so… expressive, and this one wasn’t different at all. 

Angel was fierce and determined, going silently and non stop through the facility and all their objectives with a focused mind and precise movements. Their senses and general environmental awareness were good, too, catching hints and dangers just a second or two after Dogday himself caught them, which, considering their small ears and eyes, was an incredible feat. 

Still, like a true angel, strength and kindness walked side by side with them. Dogday didn’t say that only because that person was the literal reason he was alive today, but simply because it was clear as water how much of a true softie you were inside. It was in the way they fired only around the small smile critters, avoiding to actually burn and kill them (even though he didn’t really know how he should feel about it), on how they carried and treated his wounds and how all their features - tensed, anxious and angry - softened everytime they looked at him. 

It was on the way that they walked slower to accompany him, amusing his rambles with pokes of fun and interesting additions and in how each touch or word was filled with tenderness and respect. He didn’t feel like a toy with them like some old employers had made him feel before or a failure as… others made him believe.

So, his companionship was extremely captivating and maybe that was why it hadn’t been really hard to notice how the little tiny hints and actions came together to form a quite worrisome image of how disregarding about their own safety they were. Jumping into fights, crawling into dangerous, small spaces without thinking twice (he couldn’t get them there, if he needed he couldn’t get them there-), following strangers’ orders and running over cliffs as if their life wasn’t the thing that mattered the most and Dogday would always be there to catch them when they fell.

(What did they use to do when he wasn’t?)

Even now, he huffed as the human slowly took off the grabpack while still not even lowering themselves on the mattress or trying to get comfortable even though they seemed ready to slip into unconsciousness at any time now. Alert to the very last second.

It felt a bit nostalgic, if he was being honest. At least helping someone to go to sleep was a kind of problem that he knew how to solve. 

With no further ado, he let himself fall on the soft pile with a ‘oof’, slowly rolling around the cleanest pillows they found and hugging the mattress as a loud, relaxed sighing fled from his mouth. His entire body seemed to untense with the unexpected comfortable feeling. How long had it been since he could just enjoy being surrounded by softness and safety like this?

His tail began contently thumping on the pile, another sigh leaving his mouth and making him forget for a moment his objective as he rolled more and more on the spot, the pure feeling of bliss taking over his senses until the sound of amused chuckles brought him back to reality.

He opened his eyes only to find an incredibly fond gaze looking right back at him. The absurd weight that haunted his friend’s shoulders seemed to have disappeared for a moment and, if he really concentrated enough on those kind eyes, it was like the rest of the world became unfocused. That is right! Dogday shook his head, as if cleaning it from his distracting thoughts. He had a mission to accomplish! Get the human to rest! No more fooling around!

“Hmmmm, It’s so, so, sooo comfy here!” Dogday controlled his voice so his playful tune wouldn’t show too much and give away his plan. He got a pillow and shoved his face on it just to highlight his words. “Like a kingdom made of clouds, where all the citizens get to lay down and rest all day, everyday and their favorite hobby is to cuddle and snuggle. Sounds like a nice place, don’t you think?” 

You agreed, snorting when two expectanting lights turned around and Dogday patted the spot right beside him, only smiling bigger when you pretended to roll your eyes and finally, finally, laid down, barely touching the pile before your body crumbled the rest of the way.

It was… really soft. Even more than you expected from such old furniture but that could be the exhaustion talking. A relieved groan filled the place and before you could process that it came from your lips two arms came and carefully pulled you to a bunch of even softer fluff, which automatically made you snuggle closer, hugging the pillow (friend?) and relaxing, body aching with how much tension flew away from it so quickly.

A sweet voice said something in the background, but all of your senses melted together with your muscles when a hand began rubbing your back, drawing light circles on your spine and following it to your neck, briefly massaging it before going back to the back rubs.

That nice voice kept talking and you could briefly distinguish the words ‘deserve’, ‘rest’ and ‘good’ before the hand got a bit too close to your side and you giggled. The hand stilled but it was okay, it just tickled, that is all. No need to stop. 

This was really nice, you kind of missed it. 

You snuggled more.

All of it. It’s been a while.

As the darkness of the unconsciousness started taking you away, an amused, fond ‘aww’ was the last thing you heard.

(...)

You woke up with a scare.

Nothing necessarily happened, but your body immediately tensed, in alert. Blurry eyes traveled with speed around the room in search for any kind of movement, the silence helping to amplify the sound of any enemy that could be closer. 

One second, two seconds…all you could pick up was the paused, calm snoring of Dogday still being deeply asleep.

Right. Safe. You were both safe.

You let go of a breath you didn’t even realize you were holding, blinking rapidly to scare the sleep out of your sight as you looked up, mind finally getting time to grasp the memories from last… (night? hours? day? irrelevant). The quick beating of your heart started to slow down to a normal pace and you laid down again on the mattress, now wide awake.

Dogday was still sleeping. That was good. He deserved all the peaceful rest he could get after everything that happened.

And, to be honest, it was quite amusing to watch him sleep. Each time he snored his big ears flopped just the slightest bit around and from time to time those little muffled barks would appear on the back of his throat and his tail would wag a bit, not so different from a real dog.

(He truly was a marvel of science.)

At one time you could almost swear he said a name, but it was so low that you couldn’t quite catch it.

Beyond all of that, you couldn’t deny how right Dogday had been, resting really did wonders to your body and mood. You could feel your mind clearer and your muscles less stiff, even if still quite sore. Also, it was made in a rush, that is true, but the soft pillow pile really was comforting enough that it didn’t make it any easier to get up and go on about your day.

Still, as always, there was work to do. It really wouldn’t hurt to get up in the vents and walk around a bit to see if there was any murder toy wandering close so you could attract them away before they could interrupt Dog’s sleep. 

It wasn’t anything really that urgent, however,… It felt weird not doing anything in this place, to deliberately choose to stay instead of to move. Letting your guard down last night had been literally the only thing you could do with how exhausted you were and having a trustful friend close by your side, but now? When you were more rested and nowhere close to the exit? The jittery feeling was already catching up to you. 

You tried to get up, only to be stopped by an arm closing on your midriff, a nose being pressed on the top of of head and nuzzling it with care before a raspy voice - you really needed to find some kind of oil or toolbox to help with his voicebox, sometimes it felt like he was always with a sore throat - glitched for a half second before coming to life in a quiet, slurred “Angel?”

Good morning, sleepy beauty.

Dogday huffed in amusement. Silence washed over you both once again.

A while passed and no more words were exchanged. Uh, probably went back to sleep already. You tried to carefully extract yourself from his hold. 

“Mm? What happened?” Dogday yawned, sounding a bit more awake this time. “Do we have to go?” He propped himself in one elbow, using his enormous height to peak over the hiding place and watch the door and windows, ears perking up in a search of any strange sound. “I’m not listening to any danger. This is a good spot.”

You agreed, feeling a tad bad that you woke up your companionship unnecessarily with your unrelenting thoughts. Nothing really happened, you assured, he could go back to sleep if he wanted. You could stay with the guarding shift.

Rubbing his eyes and yawning more, the sentient toy then changed his focus to you, noticing the slight drop in your tune, mind becoming clearer as he added to that detail the stiffness that went back in your shoulders. His brain tried to connect the dots.

“Did you have a nightmare, sunshine?”

No, not really. 

“What happened?”

It’s all just… too much thoughts. You wouldn’t be able to go back to sleep like this, not without a distraction. It would be the best if you got something to do, so he could go back to his nap. It was fine, you would stay awake in guard.

“I see.”

He laid back down, however, instead of letting you go and immediately go back to sleep, as you expected, he began massaging your shoulders, mouth turning into a pout when that didn’t make you melt completely in blissful slumber like last night, but at least got some of the tension out. 

Even if it felt like the human continued to hold onto every last drop of stress for some reason, refusing to close their eyes or fully relax. Knowing their current situation, Dogday could understand. But still, his friend should be able to enjoy this little chance of a rest that they’ve got. They were both so tired and finally had a good place to spend some good old lazy time without being worried about running for their lives or seeing nightmares at each blink of eyelids. It was not the best spot that the factory could once offer, of course, yet nowadays it was like a piece of heaven.

He wished he could help his angel to enjoy it. Yesterday they seemed so happy. But unless he could think in a good distraction…

A sudden thought then popped in his head, a memory from what happened the previous night. An idea.

Hm.

“Sunshine, do you like games?”

Games? Like… hide and seek or catch? 

Dogday nodded, looking eager. 

Yeah, you did. Even so, you don’t think that making up some ruckus will be good to keep up their hidden spot, well, hidden.

“No, no! This one doesn’t involve running or anything that could give up our location. Actually, you won’t even need to move from where you are to play it.”

Really? Well, it was worth a shot, then. 

“Alright. Do you remember what happened when we found those old rags in one of the corridors a few days ago?”

Yes, you did.

You watched as Dogday chuckled, like he knew something you didn’t and, with a crooked eyebrow, you stared at him, trying to remember the mentioned moment better. 

Nowadays his fur was no longer the bright orange that it once was like the old cardboards and tv episodes showed, but at least it got a resemblance of a cleaned state after using some good-enough rags you found on the way to one of the generators. You both did the best to take out the debris, dust and blood from him. It took longer than it should because the taller toy kept squirming and wiggling around in an adorable inescapable fit of giggles, not really being a big help as, in between his laughter, he kept claiming that it really, really tickled. 

As a good friend, of course, you just grabbed the rag he let fall after a bit of lil cleaning on his poor ticklish tummy and racked both hands up and down his sides, scribbling away while he hid his smile behind hands, muffling his loud crackles. The cleaning didn’t stop there and hunted each tiny spot and slight hint of dust off him with plenty of scratches, prodding and drumming everywhere your hands could reach, catching all the titters, snickers and snorts that danced in the rhythm of your fingers. Your own giggles did not take much longer to follow them. 

Dogday’s paw continued to run in a light touch on your back and suddenly a bolt of electricity jolted you up when your mind connected the memory of his playful demisse to what he just said.

Your eyes widened and his expression opened into a smirk, sensing the very same moment you got to the conclusion that you were about to get absolutely and utterly destroyed with tickles.

You tried pushing him away, one hand twisting behind to catch his wrist as the other hand fought to snatch his free one, which kept flying away from yours in a game of mouse and cat. 

“Wait, angel!” He couldn’t help but laugh, especially as your movements got more and more uncoordinated the longer they kept this little game, even before he truly attempted to do anything. A wobbly smile was already taking over your face, only growing bigger when every swipe he did in your direction - only to be deflected by your hands - made your entire skin tingle and prickle in anticipation. Each adorable reaction only assisting in making Dogday more determined that he choose the right distraction. “Don’t you want to know about the game? I bet that you will love it! I used to play and win all the time so I can teach you every special trick of mine.”

No, no, no, no! You knew exactly what he was doing! There was no such thing as a game!

“Gasp!” You were sure that Dogday would be dramatically putting a hand on his chest if it wasn’t for the rough housing, but sudden noise was successful to break your concentration. He used his trapped hand to sneak a quick jab on your side, ripping out a delightful screech before you slammed your back again on the mattress, both hands now in front of you, no longer moving, yet still ready to defend and attack. “I would never lie to you, my beautiful, beautiful beacon of light, the only and one sunshine, my angel.”

He was not going to succeed in distracting you again with those sugary sweet nicknames! You knew exactly what he was doing and you wouldn’t let him get you.

“No, no, you got me wrong, angel.” Dogday booped your nose, seeming like he couldn’t control himself with excitement and a smug kind of joy that only grew the longer you both stared at each other, waiting for the moment to strike. His tail wagged and he pretended to lounge at your stomach, stopping inches before touching it and drinking the way that a squeal escaped from your mouth, body stuck into a position between laying down and curling on itself, giggles quickly filling the room. Actually, you could feel yourself getting giddier at each second, completely aware that there was no way for you to get out of this and no other option besides wait for the next attack.

The way that this thought only made butterflies go crazy on your belly should be illegal.

Dogday continued as if nothing happened. “This isn’t the game. The game only starts when I start to tickle you, silly! And it is called ‘Try To Not Laugh’.” He managed to waltz through your defenses, his index finger and thumb catching your side in a grip way too light to even be considered a pinch. It made you try to squirm with a snort to the other direction, as if he just had unleashed a ruthless attack of squeezes on the spot. 

His grin glimmered and he let you go, chuckling. You could feel the phantom touch still. 

(Why did his paws have to be so fuzzy!?) 

“It means that you can’t giggle, squeal, snicker, chuckle, snort, chortle, shriek or laugh! No matter how much it tickles, itches or ‘feels funny’.” Dogday counted each reaction pulling up a finger and you tried to not let your face melt as he just kept talking, looking more and more delighted with how each word seemed to make you twitch on the spot, his paws clawing in your direction when he was done. 

Before you could think, he went for your neck, fingertips barely, just the slightest bit, grazing the skin before you catched his wrists and pushed them away, scrunching your neck as tiny tickly sparks spread like fire across your nerves. A sound akin to a keysmash left your lips and Dogday looked like you had just given him the best news of his entire existence.

He tilted his head and watched his own captured paws for a piece of moment before shrugging. He continued on with his explanation.

“In turn I will try my true best to make you laugh. And that can mean anything! I can fill your entire cute neck with aaaaall the raspberries that it could ever want, wiggle my claws on your ticklish armpits, play your ribs like a very lovely piano, squeeze your sides non stop until you’re dancing around like a wiggly worm, maybe even give your tummy a few scratches and scribbles, or, or even better! I can play ‘This little piggy’ with your toes over and over again until your sweet laughter fills this entire room like the sweetest melody. And then we can do it all over but with you giggling and snickering ringing free the entire time! Doesn’t it sound like a fun idea, my angel?”

Oh, you were going to die. Whether he decided to tickle you right away or keep the teases for who knows how long, you don’t think that your face would survive being under so much heat for so long.

Besides, this is not fair at all! He will win it anyway, you couldn’t hold on your laughter forever while he t-, while he attacks you.

“Aww, but, sunshine, tickling is hardly an attack!” His face got closer and suddenly you realized that he did not need any free hand to accomplish his first promise of tickles. 

With wide eyes you tried to roll away, but to do so, you would have to let his paws go, and you knew very well that the moment this happened, it would be a game over for you. For the way that Dogday grinned in your direction, he reached the same conclusion as well. “Also, I can’t even touch you, right now! I think you can win this.” Dogday wiggled his paws in your hold, as if proving his point. 

With (an eager) trepidation, you watched as his face continued to get closer, prying a couple of titters when his floppy, fuzzy ears brushed your own ears. He chuckled at your reaction, a mix of fondness and playful, fake frustration painting his words. “Sunshine, you’re already giggling? I will have to take my last words back, then, I don’t think this game will last too long, anymore.” 

Oh ho ho, he should just wait, because when you get him back you then he was going to see who was-

Dogday shoved his face on the crook of your neck and immediately began nuzzling the spot without a worry in the world, successfully cutting your threat short.

Wait! Wait!

“Don’t mind me, angel, please continue.” He huffed and puffed on the spot, shivers running in a hilarious cacophony across your every sense, almost ripping a squeal from your lips. Actually, just like his words hitting the skin, you could feel the way that snickers began pooling in your throat, waiting for any tiny chance to escape. You clamped your mouth shut, a muffled snort taking over. You were going to at least try to hold them in and try your chances at winning this childish game, for your own pride, if nothing else. 

He didn’t have his paws to tickle, right? I mean, how bad could it really be?

Dogday hummed, each word vibrating on the skin in an almost unbearable manner, making you want to jump away and at the same time let yourself get lost in the sensations. “What were you saying, angel? Please, don’t stop because of me! You know I always love to hear what you have to say.”

You shook your head, partially in an attempt to somehow escape from the tickling and partially to dissipate the energy that was building up on your system. Anything to not focus on the snickers bouncing freely in your chest.

“No? Not a word? Aw.” You could feel the fake pout the sentient toy did right before letting his features go back to that dangerous, mischievous grin. “I have a question for you, then! Do you know what is the tickle puppy favorite’s fruit?”

You knew a trap when you saw one, so you kicked your legs, trying and failing to let out any protest because you were sure that if you stopped pressing your lips in a tight line for even half of a second, there would be no stopping from the waterfall of laughter.

“Raspberries!”

A shriek almost made you lose when he unleashed the first raspberry, more and more of them being quick to follow right after. On the base of your neck, your collarbone, under your chin and in every inch on the unprotected spot. There was nowhere safe from the awfully buzzing that made every other feeling disappear, seeing to tickle every nerve and making tingles to run crazy in absolutely everywhere. He even grazed the back of your ears with a couple of raspberries, cooing when you tried to shrink and hide the spot by pressing them on your shoulder, only succeeding to leave the other side of your neck completely free for more nuzzles and tickles, an opportunity that Dogday was fast to take, taking turns in bashing every side of your neck in a tickly attention. 

Another quiet, muffled squeak painted the air.

Dogday lifted his head again, entire demeanor completely melting for a piece of time when he saw you (oh my stars, look at this amazing smile!) before that joyful light was back in his eyes. Once more, he tried wiggling his paws out of your hold, but your grip continued to be as firm as ever, your wobbly smile shining in a challenge.

Oh, you’re just so fun!

“Gasp! It seems like I am stuck! Oh no, angel, what will I do now?” His gaze then traveled to your stomach, and all the hints that softness had ever been present in his features instantly evaporated as his face became something more playful, even a tad devilish, with a hint of hunger. 

“My, my,” you didn’t exactly know why, but his voicebox glitched, jumping between a light taunting tune and his usual lower one. “Is that a delicious tummy that I see? Poor thing, it must be so cold to be shaking like this. Well, and what kind of friend would I be if I didn’t offer any help, huh?”

Your friend was quite tall and kind of clumsy when he walked around, too. Now, how that clumsy toy was able to, in a span of less than a blink, take a gigantic breath and immediately attack your stomach with it was a true mystery that you didn’t had a lot of time to think about when your entire body took a screenshot for a long, long second, ticklish sensations exploding in a frenzy, before your entire torso instinctively beginning to trash, loud peals of laughter jumping freely on the tip of your tongue, begging to be free. They cheered in excitement and only grew stronger when other smaller raspberries took their turn to explore every spot, every sensitive creek or place of your stomach, breaking more and more of your barriers, little by little. It took every single ounce of strength to not lose the game right here and there.

Dogday didn’t even pretend to be holding back, anymore. Right as you survived another tiny raspberry that got way too close to your side to be an accident, a nibble appeared, catching you so out of guard that it made your arch your back, legs kicking with adrenaline. But the tickly, light nibbles weren’t diverted, intertwining with tiny raspberries in a mischievous dance that increased your internal laughing into a tenfold.

That was when one of them hit the spot closer to your bellybutton and you couldn’t take it anymore. Your hands let go of his wrists to push his stupid smiling - so proud and so bright - face away, body squirming and eyes crinkling on the corners with mirth.

“I am free!” He laughed, pretending to not hear the tiny low titters flying from your mouth as you regained your strength, taking the breather as what it was. His ears twitched with every cute little giggle and he kind of wanted to immediately go back to bash every sweet, soft spot in tickles you until that beautiful laughter was ringing loud and free across the entire room and that soft, relaxed state you were in became so much common that he wouldn’t see you stressed ever again.

But he was going to wait for you to rest a tadbit first, that was the main objective of their game, afterall.

Feeling calmer, you looked at your friend, who jolted in the same place, seeing to get out of a trance. He recovered quickly and lifted his paws, easily slipping into the tickle monster persona as he slowly clawed in your direction.

“Now that my hands are free, I wonder where I should attack next…” He looked thoughtful, slowly bringing his paws closer and closer to your torso, wiggly fingers softly scrapping the ticklish skin, but not really drumming on it, not yet. “Maybe I should try your armpits first? Aw, but you were so jumpy when I squeezed your side that one time! And you seemed really excited when I mentioned tickling your ribs… Ah! So many options, so many options… We will have to try every single one of them, of course. What do you think, my giggly angel? Which one do I tickle first?”   

None! Absolutely none of them!

“None?” He tilted his head, knowing very well how cute he looked like when he did that. “But then … Oh! I see!” Dogday snapped his fingers and you were pretty sure that if this was a cartoon a lamp would appear shining right above that absolute, silly, mean, goofball. “You want me to tickle your legs!” 

What!

At your wide stare and sputtering pretenses of protests his smirk turned sharp, which didn’t quite help the anticipatory bolts of electricity that suddenly left you feeling even more ticklish than usual, trying to curl and hide your legs but feeling him dig more on your torso every time you did so. He continued. “That is why you didn’t stop kicking and squirming the entire time I was tickling your neck and tummy, right? Aww, sunshine, if you wanted my attention so much, you could’ve just asked!”

That was literally not the reason at all! Dogday!!

He hummed in an answer, turning around and easily pinning your legs by holding your ankles down, his touch so gentle that you were pretty sure that if you really wanted and struggled you could escape from it.

(And if that didn’t make everything even more endearing, you honestly didn’t know what would.)

Without wasting any more time, Dogday started squeezing the sensitive spot right above your kneecap, skillfully jumping from one leg to another unexpectedly, digging on the skin and following your leg around with no problem as a new round of kicks started once again, keeping up with the tickling. The ticklish sensations made your head spin, tingles spreading across your muscles and teasing all the nearest tickle spots, leaving them prickling in anticipation and a funny kind of energy that made every nerve of your knees crazy as more and more squeezes and pinches continued unmercifully assaulting the spot non stop. 

A sudden move and you yelped when your legs were lifted, his curious hand worming its way under your knee to lightly scratch the sensitive skin there. The touch was so incredibly fuzzy, so adoringly soft that the sudden change from the rough to light technique almost ripped a series of snickers from your throat without permission, the hilarity and urge to laugh taking over your every thought. 

Dogday continued scribbling and drawing shapes, leaving a couple of pokes here and there just so he could listen to those delightful muffled snorts.

(He would really love to listen to them more clearly, though.) 

“You really love this, don’t you, angel?” 

You barely sputtered out an answer before being obligated to clamp your mouth shut, uncontrollable laughter making your shoulders bounce as he took the chance to crawl his fingers upwards to your thigh, skittering them there for a couple of seconds before spidering them right back to under your knees, repeating the cycle for a couple of times before mirroring them on the other leg. 

“When I tickle you.” He scratched under your knee. 

“When I tease you.” He squeezed your calf.

“When I fluster you.” He swiped at the space right under your toes.

“It’s really adorable!” His paw stopped right on your sole and he pressed it, firmly enough that it didn’t tickle, still, for some reason you couldn’t stop your smile from becoming even more wobblier, the giddiness growing stronger and spreading in your every cell just like the heat that seemed to take over your face. 

“Especially because I can’t wait to hear aaaaall those cute giggles and beautiful laughter that you have trapped right there.” Suddenly, he raked his fingers up, from your heel to under the toes. A squeal filled the air. Dogday’s eyes shone, like an arrow findings the target. His fingertips curled, kneading on the skin. “That is why I have to apologize, angel, because I lied to you. That is a game that I just have to win.”

He then attacked.

It was less than a half of a piece of time, but suddenly your soles were being overcomed with scribbles, scratches and wiggling everywhere they could reach. There were digging fingers under your toes and a spidering that followed them to the pads, tweaking and scritching them all while curious pokes payed attention to the entire path of your arches, even if shouldn’t be possible for him to be tickling both places at the same time. Nevertheless, Dogday’s paw was so big that he was able to torment both of your feet at once while still holding them through all the resulting kicks those created.

And the teasing… Of course there was also the teasing.

“There we go! Oh my, oh my, look at you! You just can’t help being so adorable, now, can you? Awww, angel, you always get this… sweet expression when you are happy, so I like to call it your happy face! It’s delightful. The corner of your eyes gets all crinkly and your face gets all soft and your smile… your smile is the best part, it’s so bright! No matter the size or the time, it really feels like we have our own special rays of sun down here.”

He found a rather sensitive spot right above your heel and immediately concentrated on it with all his might, drumming and prodding there as if the salvation of this entire factory depended on making you laugh.

“That is why it was so easy to see how much you love tickles, sunshine. First when you were tickling me a few days ago and now. Since we started that game… you didn’t even ask me to stop and all while you simply never ceased looking so adorably full of joy like this! I could really spend the entire day just here, you know? Tickling you silly over and over again.”

That did it. The barrier broke. Loud peals of laughter were fished from your lips. Every sound and reaction filled the air in a frantic, unrestrained melody of mirth. 

Now, with them flying freely in the room, there were uncontrollable, hysterical giggles when Dogday decided to knead your calves up and down, those only being taken down by an unstoppable crackling, painted with one or two snorts, as his paws wiggled away to squeeze right above your kneecaps, taking his sweet, sweet time to give the ticklish skin under it a few swipes before moving away.

Finally, he let your ankles go, both paws resting on your sides, unbothered by all the squirming and protests that this simple act created, drinking in every reaction with a so fond, so tender gaze that it bordered on dotingly as you got another break.

You tried to take big gulps of air, but everytime your gazes found each other, titters grew anew, distracting you and leaving you in a constant state of a silly, giggly kind of joy.

M-Maybe he should reconsider! You laughed already, he won the game! That should be the end of this, right!

Dogday chuckled, fingers tuttering in their spot, curling and uncurling slowly, content to feel the trembling on the skin under them. 

“The end? But we just started! And you still got so much beautiful laughter trapped right here to show.” With his index finger, he highlighted his word by tapping on your belly, right in your bellybutton, ears perking at the screech this brought. “So many cute snorts and melodious shrieks that I would love to meet. What kind of friend would I be if I didn’t help to let them out, huh?”

A flow of words, more unintelligible than anything, fell off your lips. A mix of pleas,  threats, high pitched giggles and some indistinguishable sounds that could only be considered a true keysmash rather than a sentence. Dogday hummed in agreement and nodded his head as if it was all a well constructed and understandable sentence.

“I knew you would eventually see my point, angel. You’re such a delight, you know, that?”

He smiled, so kindly and caring, and then he digged.

His paws, big enough to cover your entire midriff drummed non stop, squeezing the lower part of your stomach while scratching everywhere they could reach. He stayed there for a while before his wiggling fingers crawled up, scribbling and pinching your sides unmercifully. They looked for any weak spot, any lovely place that would make you snort and squirm away and latched there with pinches and kneading until your back arched, only then moving back to tickle your stomach until you went back to try to curl yourself in a ball, starting the cycle over and over again. 

You felt almost high with laughter, the thought that it tickled, it tickled so so much and more than anything ever taking over your brain in sync with the loud, high pitched squeals and belly laughter (ha- Dogday would love that pun if you could say it to him) that chased after each other. After so much teasing, every tickle seemed to be accompanied by the brush of thousand of tiny phantom feathers that still tormented your stomach even when he moved away to your ribs, carefully pressing down on the bones and quickly scribbling with so much skill that it should be illegal the actual, loud crackle such a simple action created.

Your hands flied to hold his wrists, caught between pushing them away and pulling them close and, at seeing that, the sentient toy couldn’t help but feel himself melt and snicker fondly, barely controlling the urge to shove his face back on your neck and nuzzle and nibble the daylights out of it in a pure attack of cuteness. His tail was wagging so much that it dislodged a few pillows from where they were.

“Such a good friend. Such a cute, nice friend for me. For us.” The praises fell from his mouth naturally, your companionship too focused on keeping those happy reactions to really think too much about them. “You do so much to all of us, to me, and keep going above and beyond just to accomplish what you set your mind in. You’re brave and one of the strongest humans I’ve ever known. And there is so much kindness in you that I could talk the entire day about it! You saved me, you cared and tried and sometimes down here it feels like a nightmare but you… you make everything so much better, like a true angel. That is why I love this nickname so much. It really fits you.” 

You tried to answer, to say how much especial, strong and essential Dogday was for you as well, but every time a single coherent word slipped from your lips he immediately reinforced his attack, fully aware that if you said anything sweet he would inevitably let his guard down and you would be able to turn the tables, and he really needed to say all of that to you before that. 

His tickles were now focusing on keeping up the flow of starry laughter, watching them grow up to chortles and tune down into snickers as he scribbled in between each bone, keeping track of every special spot that pried a shriek from your lungs only to randomly attack it with prodding and poking, slowly fishing all kinds of joyful sounds that you could make.

He then buried his paws in your armpits, swirling the fingertips there for a few moments before digging energetically, fingers dancing and prodding every inch they could reach, which immediately made your arms come down with a loud chortle, head shaking and legs kicking at the sensation.

How was he so good at this?

Dogday gasped dramatically (not again-) and lightly pulled his paws in faux alarm, not really stopping his attack. “Oh no! Once more, you have trapped me!” Such a goofball. Such a silly, mean goofball and you could not wait to put your wiggly hands on and see how flustered you could make him be. “Dang, I really didn’t want to resort to this but I guess that I have no other option but to keep tickling and tickling and tickling on your poor ticklish pits forever and ever until the end of our days.” He then winked when he found your shining eyes. “But you would actually love that, wouldn’t you, my giggly sunshine?”

That was it. You were going to die. Right here and there. The playful tickles, the unrelenting teasing, the fond stares and gentle words… you could actually feel your entire body about to melt.

With a strength you didn’t even realize you had, you pulled your arms up to hide your flaming face, a pitched ‘eee’ sound mixing with the hysterical, absolutely uncontrollable laughter, your body rolling to the side and curling, shoulders bouncing with the force of each of your giggles.

Dogday let go of you, giggling together with your reactions, resting his hands on the ground and just observing, amusement and care clear as water in every trace of his features.

After a while, you felt a paw lay on your back, retracting for a bit when just that made you wiggle away, a new round of chuckles spilling, before it came back to rub your shoulders, touch kind and too firm to tickle. “Okay, okay, sunshine. I’m done. You can calm down for now.”

Laying down on the floor giggling yourself silly didn’t feel so embarrassing when Dogday’s own quiet snorts and snickers were quick to accompany you, especially since the rubbing really felt relaxing, making you melt on the touch bit by bit. 

After a few minutes, when a comfortable silence had fallen on you both, you rolled on your back, finally being able to stare at your companionship without feeling like you would explode. Dogday smiled bigger at your direction. He lifted a paw to gently wipe a tear from your cheek, not thinking too much about it.

“That was so fun! I didn’t know you were so ticklish, angel. You are almost as bad as m-” He stopped right in his tracks when a gasp and a new string of titters fell like a waterfall from your mouth and you pushed his paw away, fastly rubbing your cheek so the feeling of fuzzy tickles would go away. It was like the softest makeup brush had just touched your skin, and you had no idea that just this could tickle so much.

Dohohogday! You sahaid you werehe done! 

But your companionship didn’t answer. Astonished, he stared at his paw before looking at you again, gaze jumping from one to the other like he was watching a tennis match.

Suddenly his entire face brightened like the sun and he looked at you as if you had just said the funniest, most brilliant pun he had ever heard in his entire life.

“Aaaangel!” Every letter was bathed in pure, disbelieved delight.

No! You knew very well what that tune meant! No way! Nononono! Don’t you dare!

“Are your cheeks…”

Dohohogday! Don’t you come closer!

“Ticklish?”

Before you could push yourself from the mattress and jump away, there were two thumbs softly scratching on your cheeks, scribbling so lightly that it immediately made a giant smile take over your expression. Titters started to fill the air once more.

“Oh my… angel! This is adorable!” Dogday looked like he was about to bounce around the room with how much excited he was, his voice getting higher and glitching in excitement. “I can’t believe how fun and cute… You just… Ah, sunshine, I can’t help but!”

And before you could even blink, he shoved his smiley, stupidly fuzzy face right on your neck again, nuzzling there without a single worry in the world. His fingers kept  tickling your cheeks, sometimes even slipping to tease the back of your ears with a few scratches as he giggled in joy since he could literally feel the rumbling of your snickers. They twirled and spun in the air for much minutes more until his tickly attack from cuteness overload was finally finished and you both just kept layed down on the comfy pile, cuddling in between content sighs.

Dogday listened to your calm breath, saw how relaxed your entire body was and, according to the few sneaky peaks he had, saw that happy, full of mirth, smile was still in your face, leaving him melting in contentment, entire body relaxing as well. 

Perfect. His plan had worked.

Not that it was that big of a deal, but it had been such a long time since he had the opportunity to…

He was just glad that it worked. That he still got it in him. 

(Being playful. Happy. Helping the others. Being there when they needed him. Matter when it was necessary. Being silly and fun)

He was so lost in his thoughts that he didn’t sense the hand coming until it laid on his head, playing with the fur there and scratching on that place right behind his left ear that never failed to make him embarrassingly become a mush of pleased hums and wagging tail. A low, sleepy voice crossed the air.

You said you would take him out of here. It’s a promise, Dogday.

How his angel knew exactly what to say was a mystery to him. And, it didn’t quite hurt, but his entire being ached at those words. His smile was sad and he was glad that the human couldn’t see as he blinked quickly, eyes suddenly moisty. “Alright.”

There would still be some revenge when you woke up, though. Be ready.

And that reminded him so much of others playful, sleepy conversations he had before everything happened that it ripped a surprised laugh from him. He tried to look up to see the very much likely mischievous glint in his friend’s eyes, but a few more purposeful scratches turned him right back to a content puddle. He nuzzled the human a bit more. “Sleep well, angel.”

You too, Dogday.

(And sleep well they did. Lost in a peaceful rest as the entire world outside left them be.)

[~*~]

Random fun facts!

-There is a parallel I made by mistake between CatNap and DogDay and the whole 'trusting and following the being that saved your life'. It's not too deep and Dogday isn't as bad as Catnap but that was an interesting thing I noticed :D

-Different from the reader, Dogday is more used to the time down there so he has a good grasp when day and nights happens in general.

-I am actively ignoring the plotholes here about food and water here. Ya know when you have to poke holes in a lid so the bugs in the container can breathe that is what I doing kjhgfdfghyhgfd

-Nothing to do with the fanfic but I kept listening to this song when I was writing it and I think it's cute.

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Hihi!

This is a roleplay blog for CatNap from Poppy Playtime :3

I saw my s/o make a poppy playtime blog so why not?

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Facts about my version of CatNap!

• He has autism

• He doesn't really talk much, unless he's around his friends

• He's Bisexual and Asexual

• He's Nonbinary

• He goes by He/Him and They/Them pronouns

• He's dating both Bobby Bearhug and DogDay

• He can be rather protective over his friends

• He likes to play with balls of yarn :3

• He sleeps for almost the entire day

• He likes to hide in places like in trees, or in high up places in the factory.

• He's ticklish

• He may or may not have trauma-

• Very stubborn, doesn't really want to open up to people cause he can't really explain how he feels sometimes.

Trigger warnings under the cut

This blog will sometimes contain things like depression, self doubt, mental breakdowns, panic attacks, violence, swearing, mental health issues, and other stuff. Please look away if any of this triggers you.

Some official Catnap art :)

That's everything! Thank you for visiting my blog! ^^

Other smiling critters blogs. Go check them out!

Bobby: @bobbybearhugs-blog and @bearhugs-from-bobby

Hoppy: @hoppyhopscotch1

DogDay: @that-sunny-pup (big and small), @dogday-shines-bright

Kickin': @the-cool-chicken @kickinchicken-thecoolkid

Bubba: @bubba-bubbaphant

Picky: @picky-and-corrupted-picky

Crafty: @the-crafty-unicorn

Peggysis: @peggysiswritingcorner (:O)

Bigger CatNap: @acat-foryournap

Okay bye :p

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Smiling Critters Ticklish Headcannons (Extended)

CatNap- CatNap is the most ticklish of the Smiling Critters. He will literally double over in laughter if someone tickles him. He is also the most evil ler anyone will ever meet. He mostly tickles people if he wants to hear their laughter. His most ticklish spots are his tummy, sides and ribs.

DogDay- He's the second most ticklish of the Smiling Critters. He will kick his legs and wag his tail if anyone tickles his tummy. He secretly loves it, even though he begs for mercy everytime. As the leader, he knows all his friends' tickle spots, including CatNap. He will pin his lee down and he's relentless. His most ticklish spots are his tummy and sides.

PickyPiggy- Oh she's a total lee, her exposed tummy is an easy target for anyone. DogDay tickles her to make her laugh and Bobby has targeted her a few times. She is a devious ler, though. She knows what tactics to use and tickles her lee until her desire for laughter has been satisfied. Her most ticklish spots are her tummy, hooves and back of her neck.

CraftyCorn- She's the most ticklish of the girls. Anyone can just brush her side and she will go into a giggle fit. Her ticklishness tops the charts when someone tickles her. She is an evil ler, though. As the only Smiling Critter with magic, she uses that for assistance and to her advantage. Her most ticklish spots are her tummy and sides.

KickinChicken- Oh my god, he's too ticklish for his own good. If anyone even slightly touches his tummy, he doubles over in laughter. His laughter is wholehearted and his friends take advantage of that. He's a gentle ler, he respects others' boundaries and asks if he went too far afterwards. His most ticklish spots are his tummy, sides, legs and ribs.

Hoppy Hopscotch- She's more of a ler than a lee, but she is ticklish. She will burst into laughter if someone gets her tickle spots. However, this girl is prone to many ler moods, and when she's in those moods, that's the cue for her lee to run. Crafty barely has enough time to think about teleporting since she's too busy running and often forgetting that she's a unicorn. Hoppy"s most ticklish spots are her tummy and ears.

Bobby BearHug- She's very ticklish, especially on her hips. She loves gentle tickles, and she'll go to CraftyCorn for those. She's a gentle and merciful ler. She will stop once her lee asks. She only tickles people if they look like they need some cheering up if her comfort hugs don't work. Her most ticklish spots are her hips, tummy and sides.

Bubba Bubbaphant- He's not ticklish, like, at all. The others have tried and have all failed. He's too tough for that. It doesn't mean he won't tickle his friends. Being the smart one, he knows all the tickle spots, ones even DogDay doesn't know about. Bubba's knowledge makes him an excellent ler. He will literally tickle his friends just to make them double over in laughter. His expertise in tickling comes in handy whenever CatNap is involved. He tickles CatNap on a regular basis and always wins because of how ticklish CatNap is.

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“MMNPH!!”

Dogday flinches just by the touch of CatNaps claw tracing at the sole of his paw.

“Huh.. I barely touched you and you squeaked. You must be very ticklish here I take it?” Catnap smirks.

“No-n-no. I just sneezed is all! Just don’t touch me!” Dogday still flinched as Catnap traced the sun pattern on his feet.

“Oh really? So will you sneeze again if I.. do this?”

Catnap scratched at his paws with no mercy. The dogs paws were being tormented, the sensation took time to reach his head.

“NYAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAA! NOOOHOHOOOHOHOHOHOHO! NOT THEHEHERE!!!!” Dogday squealed, he jerked everywhere. Catnaps tail was back, wiggling at Dogday belly.

“LEHEHET ME GOHOHOHO!!” Dogday was begging for mercy.

“GET ME OUT OF HERE! SOMEONE! HEHEHEHELP MEHEHEHEHEHE!”

“As expected. You caved in under pressure, you’re no follower, nor an ally. But.. you’re too cute to kill..

“I think I’ll keep you for the time being…”

“NOOOHOHOHOHO! SOMONE HELP MEHEHEHE!”

The end…

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