#cardboard playhouse

[lespetiteartistes]

How To Organize A Great Playdate For Your Kid

Is your child requesting that you organize a fantastic playdate for all their friends? Are you confused about what a creative yet productive idea for the playdate can be? Just letting the children watch their favourite movie would not be a good idea. It just adds to their already high screen time. So you should think of something such as a date involving cardboard play toys. For instance, children can play while creating their cardboard playhouse. Let’s understand how you can organize a great playdate for the children.

Learn the interests of their friends

The first thing that you should do is understand what the interests of your child’s friends are. Some children may enjoy a cardboard plane, while others may like dinosaur costumes. So, getting to know their interests can help you plan perfectly.

Arrange some snacks to munch on

When children are working on their cardboard play toys, they will probably spend a few hours together. So, you should get enough snacks to keep them full throughout the play date. Make sure to get some healthy snacks, as it is a creative and healthy playdate.

Shop for different cardboard play toys

After you know the interests of the children, you can shop for cardboard play toys accordingly. On the right website, you can find various options, such as an astronaut play kit, cardboard costumes, or even a castle house. You can also get a Princess castle playset for the girls. This way, you will have something for everyone.

Let the children create and play together

Once the playdate starts, the children will be astonished by the cardboard play toys. So, all you need to do is let them have lots of fun while assembling their toys and playing together. They may want to work together on a single toy or may want to do something on their own. Let it be their choice. So, they can explore their creativity and enjoy it.

Celebrate and appreciate their work

Once they are done creating their cardboard play toys, you must appreciate the work that they have done. While assembling those toys may seem easy for adults, it is difficult for children, and they should be appreciated for it.

About Les Petite Artistes:

Les Petite Artistes is one of the leading websites that can provide you with a wide variety of cubby house cardboard for children. So, you can shop for cardboard toys or play sets based on different themes that your child can enjoy assembling.

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[hometoursandotherstuff]

I found the plans for free, on Pinterest, for a fabulous DIY Gothic cat castle (they sell the plans on Etsy). It's made out of carboard, then you can cover it with carpet, cork, etc., if you like.

[mondaymisfortune]

Chapter 1

The mattress cradled my sleeping form. The cold air of my new empty room battled to beat the fortress of blankets and quilts that weighed down on me like a cocoon. My heavy eyes blinked awake, and I was bitterly reminded that I was no longer home. Everything was new; this state, this house, my room. The floors, the walls, the ceilings, even the smell. Nothing was familiar, nothing was comfortable. Numerous boxes crowded the empty space of the fresh four walls before me, reminders of how my life could easily be packed away and shipped across the country just like everything else. These plain tan boxes were honestly an insult to my being. The colorful art, and clothes, and games, and pictures, and hobbies that made me who I am, all trapped within identical boxes of cardboard lingering with the smell of mildew from the ever present humidity of Maine. 

Maine. Even the thought of telling someone “I live in Maine” was a stranger to me. No, I’m not from Maine, no I don’t live in Maine. All things I wished I could say, all things that were false. 

The trip from California had been a pretty smoothe one, minus the traffic and the cramped hours and the frustrated tears of constant bickering from my parents. It could have been worse. 

I had spent my entire life, all 16 years, in California. I loved the sun and the beach and never ending excitement. But everyone in my little three person family would agree, we couldn’t stay there forever. The noise, the people, the bullying. It was all too much. I suppose my family moved for my sake. Thought it would be a fresh start, a chance to reinvent myself, find my footing. But like so many others, change was totally not my thing. 

I love my parents, I really do, but I don’t think they understand that moving to the middle of a forest is NOT the move for someone who constantly imagines people that aren’t there and freaks when left alone for too long. 

The visions started when I was 11. Small things like hearing my name called when I was alone in the house, seeing a passing shadow in the corner of my room at night. All things that could be chalked up to the imagination of an only child and unmonitored access to the internet. But as I got older, they never stopped, only matured. The voices became louder, the shadows took forms. Suddenly I was being followed everywhere I went, watched from every corner. 

Though no two visions are ever identical, one element has remained the same, there has always been a man, or more or less, a large figure. Even in my earliest memories I recall a tall and looming presence, no, not threatening, just…present. My first memory of him (or it) was when I was five. We had this little pastel playhouse, just a simple four-wall, plastic thing that I decorated with various princess and monster truck stickers. Inside was the tea party spot. I held countless spectacular tea parties with all of my dolls and plushies, and the occasional parent (though I quickly learned they were far more fun by myself). I was throwing one of my famous tea parties with my plush bunny, Lucy, my Ken Barbie, and my teddy bear, Charlie. We ate TownHouse buttery crackers and sipped lemonade in plastic tea cups until the sun went down. That was when I saw him, through the plastic window cut-out, right along the fence, within the trees. He blended in, seamlessly, I convinced myself there was an eyelash or something in my eye. After furiously rubbing my eyelids, blinking, and batting, and rolling my eye ball around, I sneaked a peek through a slitted eyelid, and there he continued to stand. A tall, black, blurry blob, staring. Or what I assume to be staring as he had no eyes…no nothing. He carried no distinct features, only a static outline. As quick as my little five year old legs could carry me, I dashed inside, tears brimming and brewing. When I delivered the news to my parents, they didn’t fear ghosts or interdimensional beings, they thought I had seen a real person, a real man. My mother secured me to her chest as my dad bolted outside, ready to swing on whoever was creeping on his little girl. Wielding the butter knife he had been using to cut strawberries and the flashlight from his phone, he marched across the yard, only to find no one. No man, no figure, no nothing. Only trees. 

Pretty quickly the source of my tears switched from being the mysterious presence to having forgotten my dolls. How could I have forgotten them in such a moment of weakness? How could I have left them all alone in the dark playset with that creature? What kind of friend was I if I had run off to save myself and let them fend for themselves? Much to my pleasure and comfort, my dad retrieved the toys and brought them all back inside and any thought of the creature man quickly dissipated as my little five year old mind began to jump to other trains of thought. My parents let it go, not wanting to bring it up again, satisfied with me being in the house and safe. As I got older, I asked them about the occurrence frequently, having it set in my mind that what I saw was real. They fostered the belief that what I saw was just a trick of the light and a wild imagination, not wanting to poison my child brain with thoughts of scary monsters and figures . 

I knew he was real when I was ten. I was on the swingset, just down the street from our little pale blue house. The playground was small, a yellow, red, and blue jungle gym with chipped paint and creaky rusted bolts, next to it one giant metal slide that became a frying pan in the summer under the California sun. The playground was surrounded by a weak and worsening chain link fence that I fail to believe was even close to being up to code. A smart and warry parent would quickly mark the place as a hazard, but as a kid, I couldn’t imagine a more perfect location. 

The star of the playground was the swings. Two sets stood on opposite ends of the wood chip-filled square, one a shorter, more condensed version of the other. It held six swings, three pairs of two, sized down for the smaller kiddies and the babies. The other also held six swings but in one giant row. It reached higher than I had ever seen a swingset reach. You could swing so high it felt like you just touched the clouds. Two boys, brothers, who lived in the neighborhood swore they had been able to do a full 360 around the upper supporting bar. I believed them, I was ten. 

My favorite thing to do was head out when my parents started dinner, swing till the streetlights came on, and then dash home like my life depended on it. One evening, as the sun began to sink her way down behind the hills, I found myself swinging and swooshing to my heart’s content. I swung higher than I ever had before. If I had made the choice to jump off, I was certain my arms would transform into wings and I could soar up up and away from our little street, high into the clouds, away from the Cali heat. I closed my eyes and imagined flipping and twirling and dashing through the fluffiest of clouds, each grey huddle of droplets grazing my face and kissing the hairs on my head. I was completely free, unrestrained from the chains of the swing or the ties of gravity. 

A touch of nausea was coming over me as I vigorously swung back and forth and I re-opened my eyes, touching back down to earth, landing among my place in the universe. And there he stood. Again. Far away, outside the chain link fence, occupying the little break of empty space among the rows of trees. Watching. Waiting. For what? So I may walk towards him or so I may cease swinging and allow him to rush forwards towards me? My heart dislodged from its rightful spot in my ribcage and dropped straight down to my stomach. I thought I might throw up from how full it made me. Faster than I should, I dug my feet into the dirt and wood chips beneath me, sending splinters flying in every direction, logging pieces in my socks and skin. For a moment I stared back, part confused, part scared, part daring it, asking it, what are you going to do? When I blinked and he refused to move, I took that as my cue to haul ass back to the safety and warmth of my home. 

I launched myself from the swings, ignoring the small stabbing pains of the wood chips in my shoes, more focused on the fact that in order to make it out of the playground I would have to run towards the only opening in the chain link fence, which unfortunately, was towards the creature. I was so scared. As I ran I felt a headache more painful than I have ever felt before, even to this day. Every twist and turn in the road, I refused to look back, to acknowledge his presence. I knew he was there, still watching. Always watching. 

I sprinted and sprinted till I pretty much crashed into the front door nearly letting the scream escape my throat as I frantically searched the house for my mother in the kitchen. My vision was blurry with tears and panic, my head pounding like a jackhammer was being directly drilled right into my frontal lobe. Something wet came seeping down my nose towards my lips and nausea bubbled up inside of me. I thought I might just pass out then and there. As I came screeching to halt in the kitchen. I tried voicing for help but nothing came out, all I could manage was sobs and sharp breaths. My mother looked to me, wide-eyed and startled. I will never forget the look on her face as she stared, mouth a-jar, trembling she asked,  

“Honey, why is your nose bleeding?”

[steampunk-raven]

Marjolein for the ask game perhaps 👀

First impression

I wanted to give her a hug :3 I immediately fell in love with her I mean how could I not?

Impression now

I LOVE HER i adore her so much. I’m glad she got more confident by the end :3 even if the circumstances that caused that sucked. And I really really love hellscape!marjolein. old lady Marjolein is everything to me

Favorite moment

I love her “I will survive you thing” so much!! Honestly all of red river is my favorite Marjolein moment lol. Also every time she curses at Sarah I think she should do that more. On the angstier side her telling Jill that she won’t leave her is just. AUGHHH 😭😭

Idea for a story

I want her and Han to go on a roadtrip together. Or perhaps a heist. I’m very curious as to what their dynamic would be and when I’m interested in character dynamics my first instinct is always “shove them in the plot-relevant version of a cardboard box” lol. So. Yeah :3

Unpopular opinion

I don’t think I have those about her?? Umm. Ok, opinion that is only unpopular because the vast majority of people are probably not actively thinking about it: she should have little cat ears I think. that’d be cute :3

Favorite relationship

It is SO difficult to choose between the other second playhouse members for this holy shit. So I won’t choose :] and just say Kurt because they also have a fascinating dynamic

Favorite headcanon

You have done something very dangerous (given me an opportunity to ramble about character designs) but in the interest of actually finishing this post: Chronic pain Marjolein is real TO ME. I just think it’s especially mean to stick someone who has chronic pain into a situation where she must RUN FOR HER FUCKING LIFE and also she’s the only one who can save other people’s lives but she has to RUN REALLY FAST. (Plus it adds extra angst to when she volunteers to be chased around by Sarah :3)

[seacurse]

just because you don't understand it doesn't mean it isn't so .

name :      florine clementine hart .      age :      thirty - two , born the 19th of december .      hometown :      rochester, new york .      length of time in kilmer :      seven months .      occupation :      unemployed but volunteers at the playhouse, sewing costumes .      traits :      beguiling, sentimental, superstitious, fanciful .      aspirations :      marriage, open up the same chocolate shop her mother had, to find what happened to her sister .      skills :      sewing, playing piano, making the best hot chocolate, tending to lupines .      pets :      a small calico stray called cleo became her housemate .

a small town in upstate new york filled with an aroma of sweet chocolate, turning the noses of those who were fortunate enough to pass by the small chocolate shop; just off to the left on the street corner gowned in crimson awaiting the first person to ring the little bronze bell, but no one came. it might seem a strange way for florine to mark her first memory, stood by the staircase, aged four, with a doll dangled by the arm, eyeing an untouched golden plate of chocolates on the counter beside her mother's despaired countenance ... but not every first memory was reserved for a happy one .

the sweet scent has dulled now, the final nail on the closed sign and a new town and a new shop. the second memory comes at seven, tapping against ivory keys with her sister looking over her shoulder humming along to each note. florine won't hear the shouting this way, but she will hear the whispers so they stay up all night long, a old metal flashlight illuminating the space under the sheets where stories are told to keep away the noises. the guilt of one sister and fear of another .

pennsylvania feels like a side stop, not even six months before the chocolate shop is nailing the closed sign to the door again and florine has packed up her entire life in another cardboard box. the same on she had two years ago .

the fourth comes with the creaking of a house in maine at thirteen. this would have been florine's favorite. a small cottage overlooking the sea and covered in lupines but the shadows from the last do not follow and the new chocolate shop seems promising with locals pressing their noses against the glass the first morning. she's sad to leave here at seventeen, taking a fistful of lupine seeds she stuffs into her denim pocket .

georgia is the worst. it's hot and muggy and the chocolate melts in her hand before she can even take a bite of it. her sister moved away a month ago and now there is no one to keep those weird sounds away at night. the house creeks here too, but not the same way as it was in maine. the flowers aren't as pretty and people get annoyed when florine has her window open, playing whatever tune she can imagine on the piano. the neighbor isn't nice either, but his son is. handsome too, a little shy but quick on his feet to make a declaration .

scratch that, georgia got moved up on the worst list the day florine found herself sitting at a sewing table in michigan, unable to speak after the phone call of her mother's wailing like a banshee etched into her memory. dead. her sister, holly, was found dead at some seaside town in rhode island florine had only seen through a postcard in the mail with an ' i love you ' at the bottom in place of holly's name. kilmer's cove. holly's file was stamped crimson red with the words, cold case and slipping on a rock was the only closure they were allowed .

kilmer's cove was never supposed to be the grounds another hart family member would step foot on, though picturesque as the postcard she held in her grasp as the wheels of baby blue vintage triumph screeched to a stop. the georgia neighbor's son became a little more than just a smiling face to wave at with florine giddy she'd have a sparkling rock on her ring finger before their trip to kilmer's cove was over. a trip where his business ventures would lead them and maybe fate too. she took to the playhouse, hearing her sister's gush about it over the phone during late night calls when those creaking sounds became too loud. volunteering there for the past few months kept her occupied but every walk home she's passed by the boardwalk eyeing a ' for lease ' shop. florine always did find herself annoyed with the chocolate shop, the one her mother moved around so much it seemed like it should have wheels, but the boardwalk would be a great place for it .

summary :      chocolate shops in small towns that could never stay open, arguing parents, her life in a box with crayon flowers scribbled on it, giggling with her sister at silly ghost stories told under sheets with a flashlight and ivory piano keys made up florine's childhood. every new town was ranked in a small pocket notebook kept in her purse, now in a shoebox under her bed and kilmer's cove was supposed to be the worst, but a town in michigan was. the day her sister died, a kilmer's resident who begged florine to visit but she never came. she did, eventually, with her boyfriend, a job prospect took them out to the town but it's fate, she believes to be the reason to stay. maybe to keep the hart family tradition of that silly chocolate shop, but maybe and hopefully to learn what happened to holly and why she loved it here so much .    

friends :      a friend group can get someone through the hardest of times, a smiling face much like the neighbor's son back in georgia, someone who she just always makes hot chocolate for .      believing is seeing :      either just as superstition as florine or they allow her to indulge .      they knew her sister :      holly hart, she was about as charismatic as the name she was given, but what happened to her in kilmer's cove remains a cold case, so does someone remember more than the file ?      playhouse :      anyone who works at playhouse, florine took to volunteering there with her sewing skills .      encouragement :      they think the chocolate shop is the best idea since the town's ice cream parlor, nudging florine along to take a chance .      the other woman :      corpse bride was a little dash of inspo for florine, which means her boyfriend isn't entirely without fault, this would be the one he has a wandering eye for .      the boyfriend :      he's the reason florine even agreed to come to kilmer's cove, though devastated that last dinner by the water hadn't ended with a ring on her finger .

[crazycoke-addict]

The Smiling Critters Theory Part 1 (HoppyHop Scotch, PickyPiggy, Bubbaphant, beary bearhug)

This is a continuation from the last post. I wanna discuss the smiling critters and what I think what happened to them.

If you aren't aware, in Poppy playtime Chapter 3. A line of characters was introduced as the smiling critters. Their names are Bubba Bubbaphant, KickinChicken, Beary BearHug, PickyPiggy, HoppyHop Scotch, DogDay and Catnap. Not only we're they sold as toys with each of their signature scent. They were also given their very own tv show. However, parents start to express their concern about the catnap plushie because while making the toys instead of the lavender scent that catnap was supposed to have, instead, he was given a poppy scent That even the bigger body catnap has to make the kids go to sleep. Parents express their concerns because their kids kept having hallucigenic nightmares. We even hear this when a woman named Clare Harper talks about how one of the orphans, Marie, had a nightmare involving a colourless monster.

Just like how many of the toys were made by playtime Co. Each of them ended up being part of the bigger bodies initiative. We saw Catnap in that form as well as dogday, so it would be that far-fetched that the other smiling critters were bigger bodies as well. But the question is what happened to them since DogDay says that he is the last of the smiling critters.

We need to talk about where we found DogDay. After managing to get power back on for the school area. We manage to find ourselves in the playhouse. Ollie appears to not like the playhouse, and when we get there, we know why. While the other places have destroyed with blood stains all over. The playhouse looks unsettling, especially when we meet DogDay. He is chained to, but also, he's in a prison cell. The first time we saw the prison cells was a surveillance camera in project playtime. While finding DogDay, we do see some sort of underground lare, which is where catnap used to be in. This is where they kept the bigger bodies of the smiling critters.

Now, let's talk about what happened to each of them. During the playthrough, you come across a cardboard cutout of one of the smiling critters. It starts with them introducing themselves, and we get to know a little about their personality, but things take a dark turn where they say things that are unsettling. While cardboard cutouts have been there since the beginning that never really introduced themselves. Huggy Wuggy expresses the importance of hugs, CatBee makes bee puns, and Bunzo Bunny talks about birthdays.

The reason why this is important is because if you listen to their cardboard cutouts, you'll notice that it sounds like they are at the brink of insanity. Since CatNap was already devoted to the prototype since the prototype saved his life. He is pretty much aware that there is a plan since he tells Lieth Pierre about the prototype saving them. If you look at the promotion of the smiling critters. The other smiling critters express emotions even if they have grinning faces except for Catnap, which still keeps the same emotion. CatNap's personality revealed that he has a calming presence.

While Catnap does worship the prototype because of what he did for him. CatNap accepts the influence that the prototype has on him. Meanwhile, DogDay says that him and the other tried to resist the control of the prototype and how if someone disagrees with the prototype, Catnap eliminates them. The other smiling critters are trying to keep their personality intact, but because they are trying to resist the control of the prototype, their sanity becomes a problem.

The cut-outs even give us in-depth what happened to the smiling critters, and we may even figure out what happened afterwards. We'll start with hoppy hopscotch. She introduces herself and asks if we want to go jump on to the moon. This is basically a generic cartoon way since HoppyHop Scotch is described as being energetic and wants to go on adventures. However, the more we hear, the more it sounds like she is determined to jump on the moon. She's also appears frustrated with the player for supposedly messing it up and that looking at feet doesn't matter. When she does jump, you hear the sound of falling. Since we know that they were trying to resist the control of the prototype, it is likely that hoppyhop Scotch couldn't deal with it and she really want to go the moon so she unalive herself for the process.

Next up is PickyPiggy. Hers is interesting because It tells us what happened to 3 of the smiling critters but not hers. It is heavily implied that KickinChicken, Bubba Bubbaphant, and CraftyCorn were eaten by PickyPiggy herself. However, I see them as an offering by catnap since its a knowledge that pigs eat everything that they see as food. PickyPiggy talks about how she's still hungry despite eating an elephant. It is likely that picky piggy died of starvation because if she was eating her friends in front of her friends, they probably saw it as a punishment if they tried to escape.

Bobby BearHug is next on. We are going to look into it. Bobby BearHug is the compassionate of the smiling critters where she appears to care a lot about her friends. In her cardboard cut-out, it appears that she has abandonment issues where she asks the player if they are going to leave her. This is leaning towards that Bobby BearHug died of a broken heart. It is like that when some of the smiling critters tried to escape, which led to their deaths, they abandoned Bobby bearhug. While yes, it sounds absurd that a toy can die in such a way, but these toys have organs where they can eat, breathe, and even die. So, I don't think it would be out of the ordinary that a toy like Bobby bearhug who is known for her compassion but also trying to break free of the prototype's control would end up dying of a broken-heart.

Bubba Bubbaphant was the first cardboard cutout we saw in the game, and because of this, it is likely that he was the first to die. Bubba Bubbaphant's cardboard cutout doesn't act weird until the end when he is screaming. He expresses that he remembers the player, which could be because we know the main protagonist used to work here while also stating that elephants always remember. If you listen closely to his screams, it sounds like he's also laughing at the same time. The only time he's done this is when him and the smiling critters are given the red smoke at CatNap in that episode.

While Bubbaphant is laughing and screaming, it sounds like he's saying, "Grandma." I looked up, and grandmothers take the role as the matriarch of the elephant and make sure that the baby elephants grow into adulthood and that the mama elephant gets the support she needs. It's so interesting because it appears as though Bubba Bubbaphant was given the knowledge as an elephant itself. Since the red smoke is known for the person showing hallucinations. It is likely that when Bubba Bubbaphant got the red smoke, he may have been hallucinating an elderly female elephant, which was probably catnap in disguised, who ended up killing him and offered him to PickyPiggy.

[bionicboxes]

Other Indigo Park Observations. done in semi-real time as im playing?

a fun little detail is these cameras that follow your movement; its pretty heavily implied this is how Rambley is seeing the player.

these keychains in the Critter Corner are the only place you'll see merch of Salem (i think that is their name?) Interestingly, there aren't any keychains of Rambley left. also this is a small non-important texturing thing but Molly's uses the same texture as her cutout (I assume they all do) which causes it to have the same wear and tear on it. and the same cardboard texturing.

also ive been to a disney park so i can appreciate the format of the entrance mirroring that.

some of the boxes backstage have Indigo Park branding on them and i think thats a fun cute little detail.

also Lloyd has a bronze statue like Rambley's statue with the park owner. interesting.

no screenshot to go with this but i do think its kind of a missed opportunity that Molly doesn't stalk you in the outside 'main street' area at all. she's a bird, have her perched up on one of the buildings! an ominous silhouette, with only the light reflecting off her eyes to tell you she's there. watching. idk.

Also I gotta give the game credit for how annoyingly good they did at stopping me from Hardcore-Parkouring around in places im not supposed to.

i will also thank this game for letting me brute force the puzzle and not having any kind of 'check' for if i actually have gone through the playhouse.

I also wanna say! this game is pretty spooky! i will say i AM a little baby coward, so that helps, but i got tense going through the backstage and playhouse even though i KNOW that there's not an actual threat in either; the sound design is spooky and my brain kept wondering, 'but what if?' so thats very solid. with that said wish me luck on the ACTUAL chase lmao.

Ah. real time update. my game lagged out hard during the start of the chase and I promptly died (which was also pretty lagged out). given that and that my computer's actually starting to run a little hot, I suppose i will save that for a later time. now that the real-time stuff is over its time forrrrr:

Boxes Nitpick compilation!!

dont take this too seriously its basically just me pointing out things i think are a little weird looking but this isn't any real deep criticism of the game. a normal player wouldnt notice this stuff most of the time i only notice this stuff because im actively looking for it:

There's a few places like this where the 'tiling' is super obvious as one texture just cuts off into another one. nothing that serious but its super jarring here in my opinion. There's also a few places like this:

where the floor tiles don't align right (first image) and you can see through them. its a minor thing that really only appears in areas the player won't see unless they're looking around though. there's also a few little clipping errors (second image)

also the dirt texture here works way better than the grass texture used in the beginning area (see first screenshot in nitpick compilation) and they should probably use this instead of that. imo.

i think the trash scattered around the park doesn't really.... work? Rambley makes it apparent no one's been INSIDE the park in years, thats why there's only graffiti on the otuside, so this isn't trash from people breaking in, and from how Rambley described the shut down, it shouldn't just be... scattered lying around like this. Like i said, its nitpicky, but I just don't think this works.

I think Indigo park should be 'clean' but falling apart. There's no real reason for trash to be scattered about in the WAY that it is. papers and food wrappers and drinks, yeah, sure. but the actual trashbags and boxes?? aren't doing it for me. it inherently implies that there was stuff being moved around and then it got interupted, which doesn't really align with how Rambley described the shutdown.

The Railroad ride is just surrounded by solid black texture squares that don't reflect light. I understand WHY they did this, but i think its kind of a missed opportunity to have catwalks and such visible up above. Of course, they didnt do that because this is an indie project without a big budget, so i dont fault them for that, but its something I think would've been neat nonetheless.

they could make the invisible wall that stops you from going back on the train less. Obvious. by just putting a gate here. ive been to disney a lot of rides have that you can just put a little walk through gate.

and lastly, this isnt a nitpick but there's a really tiny Lloyd cutout near the beginning of the backstage area for some reason and i dont know what to do with this knowledge. its not a keychain those are bigger.

anyway. solid lil game, fun lil atmosphere, excited to see where it goes.

[cam-stopped-eating-candles]

top productions? :3

DAMN okay let’s go (in no specific order) and I’m not elaborating very much cause I’m tired 👍

-2015 is my favorite of the American tour years but they’re all super solid imo. Classic iconic etc

-McCarter theater. Also classic and iconic.

-4Chairs. Yes I am biased. Moving on

-Trinity theater. Script <3

-Opera Wyoming. Jane design went literally so all out also Hi bestie <3

-station theater. some fucking loser on Tiktok is wrong and I like them even more out of spite now. They literally stole my fanon Constance design and made her real wtf guys /pos

-playhouse collective. Lesbian Ricky Potts. What more can I say

-Ohio university. Literally threw those kids in a room with some cardboard boxes /pos

And idk if I’m forgetting any but <33

BONUS ask thing, send me a production and I’ll give my personal opinion on it >:)

[boypussydilf]

FINALLY. someone else who thinks 302 is boring as hell. i only ever see people talk about liking it like the majority of it isnt 2 different segments of 3 Rooms With One Music Track Looped For 45 Minutes (Or More)! that being said i love the concept and the astral projection framing device and i love that the remaster is giving maximus his stupid little newsboy hat. and of course there is the ending leading into 303 😁

ITS NOT JUST ME!!!!! oh my god ive never seen people talk about it at All i didnt even know if people liked it or not. People Like It? it’s like………. it’s All Setup. it has very little going for it on its own its just setup for the rest of the game. i’ve always wondered if it’s more fun to Play than to Watch, when you’re actually trying to Solve The Puzzles, but i do doubt it. it’s just. eh. eh. “the devil’s playhouse is such a great game one of my favorites” i say and then i consider one of its episodes an exhausting nightmare. the rest of the game is good but they did not do a very good job with that one i think. they flopped a little

BUT GOD. IVE ONLY HAD MAXIMUS WITH HIS HAT FOR 1 STILL IMAGE AND ALREADY SEEING HIM HATLESS IN THE ORIGINAL GAME JUST LOOKS SO WRONG. I CANNOT FUCKING WAIT FOR THE REMASTER AND HIS SILLY LITTLE NEWSBOY CAP!!!!!!!! THERE IS A GOOD AND JUST GOD (MAXIMUS HAT RESTORED)

this is only tangentially related but that just reminds me how excited i am to see any other changes/additions like that in the s3 remaster…. the Graphics/Lighting/Modeling/Animations updates are nice but s3 doesn’t need them as much as the first 2 did. it does extremely look like it was made in 2010, and it’s not as nice looking as the remasters, but visually it does totally still hold up, it’s Got good lighting and camerawork, no one’s opening this game and thinking “man this looks like shitty wet cardboard”. (and i’m Always going to be frustrated by the remaster having less Grit and Realistic Textures and being more smooth and vivid and cartoony. but it was a little jarring going straight from s2 to s3 and suddenly the buildings look like this game was made in gmod.) uhh i lost track of what i was saying. Oh right well anyway. aside from the Graphics Updates the other thing really fun about the remasters is all the stuff like… like giving maximus his hat from the concept art. like widening the hole into flint paper’s office and angling the camera through it. updating the Christmas Future scenery in 201 to be consistent with how they actually model that scene in the last episode. Doing all these things that they wanted to do the first time around but couldn’t because of technical limitations and now they can! So I wanna see what other things like that they might do in the tdp remaster……. this could’ve been its own post but i already got this far.

anyway hell yes for 302 having a really cool framing device and really cool ending 👍👍👍👍👍👍 hell no for how its so boring i would rather be looking at pretty much anything else 👎👎👎👎👎👎 and another hell yes for maxs dead grandpas gay little hat 👍👍👍👍👍👍

[melody-everbelle]

Pee-wee Meets Hoops and Yoyo (Crossover Fanfic)

Title: Pee-wee Meets Hoops and Yoyo

Fandoms: Pee-wee's Playhouse, Hoops and Yoyo

Word count: 399

Warning(s): None :)

Summary: Hoops and Yoyo spend a day at Pee-wee’s playhouse.

Author’s Note: Ever since I saw Hoops and Yoyo Ruin Christmas (aka the BEST Hallmark Christmas movie ever made!), I had this in mind that I just couldn't wait to share! And yes, like my other Pee-wee fanfics, this one is dedicated to Paul Reubens (May he rest in peace 💔)

Also, this is the first time I wrote a fanfic that's not an X reader/OC one.

(Yes, I made the picture above)

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"Good morning, Conky!" Pee-wee cheered as he was getting excited for what was going to happen today. "Do you know what's today's secret word?"

Conky printed out a piece of paper with the secret word on it. "Today's secret word is... Happy!" Pee-wee exclaimed. "And you know what to do when anyone says the secret word, right? Scream real loud!"

He gestured to Chairry, asking her, "Say, Chairry, how are you feeling right now?"

"Well, Pee-wee," Chairry replied, "I'm feeling quite happy."

"AAAAAHH!!!" Everyone in the Playhouse screamed, with Chairry giggling.

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door. Pee-wee answered it to find a pair of anthropomorphic animals, one a pink cat, the other a green bunny.

"OHMIGOSH!" Hoops, the pink cat, cheered. "I can't believe it, Yoyo! We're meeting the Pee-wee Herman!"

"Heck yes!" Yoyo agreed. "Oh, Pee-wee, it's such an honor to meet you! Hoops and I can't help but feel happy!"

"AAAAAH!" Everyone in the Playhouse screamed, much to Hoops and Yoyo's laughter.

"Let me guess," Hoops commented. "We said the secret word, right?"

"Indeed, you did," Pee-wee nodded.

For snack time, Pee-wee asked what Hoops and Yoyo's favorite foods were, to which they both replied "Donuts!"

"Well, today's your lucky day, 'cuz guess what I have in the fridge?" Pee-wee opened the refrigerator door to briefly view the fruits and vegetables performing a circus act, just as he grabbed a pink cardboard box from it and opened it to reveal a variety of delicious donuts.

"Yay!" Hoops and Yoyo simultaneously cheered as they each grabbed a donut from the box and took a bite out of it. "Thanks, Pee-wee!"

Throughout the day, Hoops and Yoyo spent it having a lot of fun with Pee-wee. They watched the cartoon that the King of Cartoons presented, they each took turns sitting on Chairry, and they learned to make pizza, which they all enjoyed. Just as the day was about to come to an end, Pee-wee grabbed his scooter and helmet, saying "Wanna join me?"

"Sure!" Hoops and Yoyo accepted before getting onto the scooter.

"Today was sure a lot of fun," Hoops commented about how today marked one of their best days ever.

"And remember to bring on the happy!" Yoyo said before everyone in the Playhouse screamed.

"Good one, Yoyo!" Hoops exclaimed.

Eventually, Pee-wee took off on his scooter, with Hoops and Yoyo riding along.

[wrenfea]

I had a cute lil cottage one and it was placed on a wooden platform my dad built. I quickly outgrew it as I got too tall and, it also got filled with spiders, which I was terrified of. Over the years the squirrels would start using it to store their acorns (the squirrels in my area are particularly crafty) and eventually a hive of yellow jackets moved in.

When I turned 10, my dad finally decided that winter he would get the wasps out and sell the playhouse. He confidently told me that the wasps would be sleeping and I had nothing to worry about. He needed my help to push over the playhouse, which he would then quickly spray with the hose to get the hive out. My brothers were playing in a giant cardboard box they had turned into a clubhouse (no girls allowed so I couldn't go in) on the porch. They watched as my dad and I pushed over the clubhouse and my dad grabbed the hose and started spraying.

A huge swarm of yellow jackets descended upon us. I bolted down the hill towards the house, hoping to take shelter in my brother's cardboard box. They closed the flaps and refused to open them. I got stung on top of my head and ran inside crying to my mom who couldn't believe we'd done something so stupid. My dad ended up getting stung all over as he couldn't move as fast as younger me.

He eventually was able to get rid of the wasps and sold the playhouse, but the big wooden platform remains, rotting in the small patch of woods on the hill.

I am definitely my father's kid.

u don’t touch this bitch for one (1) day and the spiders start living lavish

[artia13]

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[needlefail]

Yes there is. The cliques are divided by a preteen girl called the ringmaster. Think Eileen The Sewer Queen but with the personality do Serena.

Yeah the paints long gone by the time their around. It’s not far fetched to assume they and by extension the rest of the Creek completely forgot about the paint ballers. I personally have no intention of doing them, the ninja kids, and, Kit. The characters are all based on specific animals, notice how none of them can be found in the Creek. A big boy with a homemade mace styled after a goblin shark, a skinny girl completely covered with a chain weapon made a from jump rope and a football styled after a scorpion, and a short girl with two axes based on a bull.

Yeah the FMF aren’t so popular with The Horror Monster Kids, The Sons of Wildernessa, and The New 10 Speeds. The former is due to their anti social behaviours and the latter is because Johnny, the teams daredevil, was a former member before he quit due to calling them “uninteresting”. All 4 members are expies of the fantastic four, like how Omar is an expy of the Green Arrow and Robin Hood.

Funny you mentioned that. I’d imagine at some point the Monster kids and the FMF met at some point due to the former thinking they were real monsters.

For the record I have no plan to do an elaborate fanfic but just some drawings to practice my skills in visual storytelling. The dynamics work like this:

1)Kelsey and Mason are polar opposites with Mason being more of a lover, eager to please, and is 1 of 11 children in his home. Despite that the two get along with wanting to prove to others their worth despite their stature and energetic spirits. Granted Kelsey is more prone to violence but the two get along via physical activities.

2)Vanessa and Maxine are polar opposites with Maxine being extravert and being less snarky. Despite that the two bond over their love for animals, nature and strong will to defend the innocent. Overtime Vanessa would adopt Maxine’s more extraverted tendencies(slightly though) and Maxine would have better survival skills (After the playhouse incident Vanessa trained herself in survival tactics)and would even adopts her famous catchphrase; “Clearly you don’t know a thing about investigations Michael.”

3)Isabella and Mason are similar in both being hermits who would rather read. The key difference is that Isabella is very open to meet new people while Mason would rather be alone and rarely talks. He has a bit of a potty mouth and swears in Spanish whenever he is pissed. Overtime the two would bond over their love of literature and Isabella would even be reminded how insensitive she can be to her own little brother after seeing the reaction ship between Marco and his older sister Christina.

4)Barbara and Micheal are opposites at first glance but aren’t so different upon closer inspection. Despite Michael being more shy he does maintain Barbara love of outdoor activities(mainly bike rides) and has the same wild side she has when feeling free. Overtime she would teach him leadership skills and how to be more assertive meanwhile he shows her how to be less afraid of other peoples opinion of her and say no to her friends when she thinks it’s necessary. It’s not hard to imagine Micheal reminds her of Todd.

The scouts respect their leader but his control freak traits, prone to cheating during competitions, and being incompetent in certain areas(like getting a sewing badge sew to his body, AGAIN) gives them a low opinion of him. Even Mason agrees despite being the most eager to please him.

Some of Carter’s apprentices at Carter Industries took his “mind control tech” and used it for themselves under the service of the ringmaster. They turned Cardboard city into their personal factory forcing Carter and those who weren’t on board with their scheme into the cave.

Try and guess what M.J stands for?

Think a reimagine of the pilot with Craig dropping his staff into the sewers and he finds a little wondering them alone and when he shows Craig his babysitters house she reintroduces herself to Craig similar to how she was first shown in the pilot. Not really he would map the Creek like Craig, he just loves swimming.

OHH GOT ANY MORE INFO ABOUT THE RINGMASTER?? LIKE HOW THEY CAME INTO POWER OR WHAT THEY DO??

EACH SOW BEING BASED OFF A CERTAIN ANIMAL WITH THEIR OWN LITTLE WEAPON IS SO SO GOODDDDD I LOVE THAT SM Is there a reason in particular their based off animals not in the creek tho??

ALSO I LIVE ALL THE LITTLE DYNAMICS BETWEEN THE SCOUTS AND THEIR MENTORS THEYRE SO SO CUTE I like how they not only compliment each other but also give each character some kind of push into something different if that makes sense

AND THE SCOUTS AND TONY MADE ME GIGGLE A BIT THEY RESPECT HIM BUT WHEN TONY STARTS GOING A BIT TOO CRAZY ALL THE SCOUTS GO “alright man…” WHILE GLANCING NERVOUSLY AT EACH OTHER

Since some of the cardboard kids were under the service of the ring master, are more kids like that?? What did the ring master want out of it?? Do the other kids ever wish of taking back the og Cardboard city?? Does Carter feel guilty that his tech lead to their exile??

IS MJ A JP AND MANEG KID,, IS THAT WHAT HER NAME STANDS FOR ANON,,,

[tounderstandthesoul]

Chapter 8: Liar

It's time to pack some provisions and finally get out of the Playhouse prison! Bubba starts asking Y/N questions and it's getting uncomfortable. But the cardboard display and the giant statues of the Smilling Critters outside reveal a couple of rather hidden truths. And Kickin beats up Y/N.

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Angel Pov:

I can't remember if I ever really ate with anyone, after all, no one ever sat next to me voluntarily. It was always the looks of the other children... No, even Miss Delight. Everyone looked at me as if I was nothing more than garbage, dirt just waiting to be taken away... And later simply disposed of.

But now that I'm sitting here on the couch next to DogDay, I see things very differently, Now... Everything will be different. Picky keeps getting up from the couch to bring the 'Critters' their plates. After the first two, Crafty also gets up and helps. And now I'm sitting there, on a long couch with six people next to me, and there's this constant silence... 'Should I say something?' I think about whether there's anything I can say at all...

"So... Y/N Right?"

"Y-Yes" I answer much too quietly and Bubba looks at me for a few seconds. I think he didn't really understand me, I should repeat myself-

"What is all this down here?"   What? Why is he asking me now?

"Hey Bubba, give him some more time. He still needs to settle in here"

"N-no it's okay"   I finally manage to stop stuttering, but should I really speak directly now? I look slowly at DogDay and she smiles at me again... With her bright eyes and perfect-

CatNap? I almost didn't see it, but looking slowly away from DogDay I can see her... She stares at me It's not a normal look though, it's much worse than Kickin or Hoppy. It's that look... The look when you're playing with your food. She's not like CatNap from here, is she? Oh no, I have to-

"Y/N here!" I startle slightly and look at who has spoken to me so loudly. It was Picky, she put a plate with some kind of transparent red liquid on it. There were also a few pieces floating in it... I think it was meat. After my flinch, I feel DogDay's Paw very slowly on my shoulder and I suddenly feel...safe. I was almost frightened by the touch again, but the very gentle touch of her soft paw calmed me down.

"All this down here... It's not supposed to be for children, is it?" Shit, the word children brings back memories... The whole thing down here, all the corpses.

I don't answer at all... out of panic. I stare down at this food, frozen, hoping that no one can see me. I do my best to just hold back the tears that threaten to come out. My body feels like I'm freezing to death. *I have that fear again*

"Hey Y/N it's okay... no one will hurt you anymore..." She tries to calm me down again... I try to pull myself together and look up. Everyone is staring at me again, but not because I'm about to start crying... They want to know the answer to Bubba's question. I'm not important

"But... All of this... It was made for Those children."  I look at Bubba and realize, even if only very slightly, that tears are slowly flowing through my eyes. But I wipe them away with my arm and just look at the food again. After all, I haven't even started yet and as far as I can see, two of them have already finished eating.

"Those children? What for-

"Bubba that's enough" DogDay divorces him in between and I'm grateful to her for that. I don't think I could have answered the question well anyway. At least not without breaking down in tears.

From now on there is no more talking, everyone just finishes eating. And so I can finally start eating, take the bowl in both hands and hold it to my mouth. The liquid slowly flows onto my tongue and straight down my palate, I don't even chew... *delicious*. I take more straight into my mouth and after a few seconds the bowl is empty. I don't know if I've ever eaten anything so delicious. I can still literally feel the taste on my tongue.

"So... everyone's finished eating..." Bubba starts talking again, I don't really understand what he's getting at now.

"Can you explain where we are now?"

"Playcare"    That's all I say for now... I don't think I have the strength to explain everything. But I don't think that's enough for him, he suddenly takes out a small notepad and keeps looking at me... No, they're all still looking at me the whole time.

"You don't mind if I ask you a few things, do you?" At that moment, out of the corner of my eye, I see DogDay about to say something. But I think I have to try... Talking to people...Not being alone anymore

"No... Q-question... If you want"

"Perfect, so first of all, what exactly is all this supposed to be?"

"An orphanage"

"Uh-huh..." He's writing like crazy on this little notepad... But I only said one thing?

"So this Hour Of Joy has already happened?"

Silence, I hear nothing at all... I feel like my head is about to burst. My ears are ringing like never before, and the worst thing is the memories... I feel like I'm going to puke again. I think I should not have eaten anything

"That other CatNap..." Shit... Here comes another question like that, no... Please don't ask

"BUBBA THAT'S ENOUGH!"  My ears popped, at least that's what it felt like when DogDay shouted.

"Come on Y/N we have to keep going" I actually want to sit here but she hastily grabs my hand and pulls me up from the couch. I'm sure the others will see this as a sour gesture... But I marvel at DogDay, she always knows exactly how I feel

"W-we need provisions!" DogDay slowly turns back to me and looks deep into my eyes...I can't breathe. My heart starts beating faster and my head feels empty. And my stomach feels so warm...

"Y/N is right and I already have the perfect things for it!" Picky? What does she mean by the perfect things? She slowly gets up from the couch and walks back to the kitchen. She slowly kneels down in front of one of the lower brown cupboards. She rummages around in the cupboard for a few seconds and then turns back to us. With a very broad smile, she puts her hand in front of us and shows us what she has in it. 'Bags?

"That's a good idea Picky!"

"Dude, I don't feel like carrying the bags!"

"And what do we fill them with now?"

"But these are ugly bags!"

It's far too loud, I even have to cover my ears because everyone is just shouting into the room. DogDay just stands there and smiles... that wonderful smile.

"Hey Hey!" Everyone looks at me and DogDay... It's so quiet again, and they stare at me like that again. She makes a gesture with her right arm and I pay close attention to how slowly her paw twists in the air. 'Apparently a sign'. They all go quiet within seconds and Picky starts to giggle softly. Then she looks around and says:

"Come on, get over here and pack what we might need!" Not a second later, they all get up from the couch and slowly approach the kitchen. As they walk past me and DogDay, Bubba stares at me like I've done something, 'I don't get it'.

They take a bag from Picky and then go to the kitchen. Kickin and Hoppy take everything out of the white cupboard where the water was. Bobby and Crafty both move on to the brown dirty cupboards and quickly shove whatever was in there into the bags. They all take their time and go about it very calmly, at least no one is paying attention to me.

And then I see it, Bubba and CatNap are standing at the edge of the kitchen doing nothing at all? And why are they looking at me like that? it's that look again. They're whispering the whole time they're staring at me... 'Are they talking about me?' Maybe about my dirty face. Or my filthy clothes, some of which still have blood on them, plus all my scars and injuries. My stomach begins to twist as an unsavory thought starts to concur in my mind. 'They don't think I would hurt them'. No, I have to think positively... 'DogDay won't let anything happen to me'. But why am I thinking about DogDay again now? Shit. My pounding and insufferable heart eases ever so slightly at my attempt to bring clarity to my troubled psyche.

"Hey Y/N... Shall we grab the essentials?" I don't like the way DogDay says my name, it gives me this funny feeling in my stomach. The way she looks at me makes it even worse, that wide smile and her bright eyes. It always makes my heart beat so hard it's like I've forgotten I'm alive. She slowly walks over to Picky and grabs a bag too, then turns back to me. 'She wants me to go' But they're all standing there...

I stretch my arm several meters in front of Picky Piggy and snatch the last bag out of her hand.  She looks at me in amazement and starts to smile. Weird. I walk slowly towards the kitchen with the bag and try to learn something from the others. Some tend to just take food, whereas others are more concerned with water and serving or knives... DogDay looks at Kickinchicken quizzically as he picks up one of The Big Knifes, and speaks to him about it...

"What do you want to use that for, Kickin?" Kickin turns to DogDay, startled, and there is silence again. After a few seconds, he slowly raises the knife and aims it slowly in my direction, but looks at DogDay and answers confidently-

"Well, for self-defense..."

" DogDay You've seen these things on the tape yourself, we have to prepare ourselves."

This is the first time I've seen DogDay so desperate, she looks like she's lost faith in her friends. Shes Not smiling anymore, she doesn't even look at them anymore... She looks at the ground. But then she comes up to me and stands in front of me for a few seconds. She looks at me...me the dirty scarred boy whose name she only just learned... But right then... She just keeps walking in the direction of the door. 'Is she ignoring everyone?'

Before I run after her, I quickly approach the kitchen, they all look at me but hardly anyone moves. I actually wanted to look for some food, but then I remembered something more important...Bubba's notebook, I want to know what he's written down, 'If it's about me'. But just before I can try to take it, Bobby is standing there and she gives it to Bubba with a little whisper "That he shouldn't just leave it lying around". I should have acted faster... But that doesn't matter now DogDay is more important, I hope she hasn't gone any further. I have to go on

But just before I reach the door, I'm stopped by a hand pulling lightly on my bag...Bubba?. He looks at me and for a moment it looks like his eyes have lost the blue light from before. He holds his little notebook in his hand and holds it in front of my face, then slowly lets go of his hand and moves. I don't move a bit, out of discomfort... I don't like it when someone touches me. He takes the notebook and literally throws it into my bag. I slightly notice how it gets heavier but I don't move a bit. Now He came very close to me and whispered something to me-

"Answer the questions..." That was all he said as he simply turned around, propped up his glasses and struck up a conversation with Crafty. As if I wasn't worth his attention This is all getting too uncomfortable for me.

I walk through the door and immediately recognize her...DogDay. She is standing just meters away from the door and has apparently been waiting for me, 'Why?' When she sees me, she slowly takes a step forward and I walk straight to her side. I can already hear the footsteps of the other critters from behind, 'Some louder than others' But then the room stopped, it arched slightly upwards and there was a small metal plate. DogDay and I went on it and waited for the others, as soon as they arrived it became slightly narrow and I stood at the very edge in the corner. The entrance at the front was surrounded by a small yellow fence and we went up. For a moment I felt as if I weighed nothing at all.  The walls were white and lined with strange black boxes, now we had reached the top and I didn't understand why I wasn't being let out. They all just stand still as if one of the monsters had appeared here again. Slowly, one person after the other gets out and I can finally see what's making them all so nervous.

A DogDay cardboard cutout... Oh no. If it's like Kickinchicken's then... She shouldn't press it. I lightly bump Crafty's shoulder as I walk out, which makes a small noise when I touch it. 'She shouldn't push'.

"Wait!"

"DogDay says... Fetch!"   Damn, she's already pressed once. And only now do I see her, she's standing right in front of the cutout and is already raising her paw to press again.

"Go! Go! As far as you can!"  

"DogDay Wait!" I call it but she can't hear me, she looks frozen as she presses her arm again and slowly on the red button.

"Why are you... just standing there?"  Now everyone was not only confused, but also scared. 'As if the cutout was alive?' She lets her arm hang in the air and I scream

"STOP! DO NOT PUSH!" But she presses again-

"You can't be here. You can't stay." It already sounded sad, I don't even want to know where these recordings were made.

"Is that supposed to be... me?"  DogDay's smile slowly Drops a little, and she looks desperately at the cutout. Her arm trembles slightly in the air, it's the first time I've seen her so nervous... But despite this, she points it directly at the button again, but this time I'm quicker-

"DONT!" I almost throw myself in front of her so that she stops pushing. I gasp for air and stand in front of the cutout to finally bring her out of her trance.

"W-we M-must go on" It only comes out very quietly, and I stutter again. She slowly looks into my eyes again and I finally see it again...Her beautiful bright eyes She slowly starts to smile again. And I slowly walk away from the cutout. I don't look behind me anymore, because I hope DogDay trusts me and doesn't turn again.

And she doesn't, she's right behind me and I finally see the exit from this bloody hell, a red slide 'Yes, I can still remember that!' I immediately get into the slide and realize that the next person behind me is already lining up. I feel a warm paw lightly touch my shoulder...it doesn't feel like I'm being held anymore, I'm being let go And so DogDay gives me a little push and I'm the first to slide off.

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I slowly slid out of the chute and was again met by the fake grass, the not-real clouds and the sticky air. I...We were now in Playcare. I get up quickly and stand a little next to the opening of the now money slide. DogDay came out first with a big smile, she stood up elegantly and stood next to me. I don't know if I did it unconsciously, but I feel a little smaller again, and DogDay stands over me as if she were a giant. My face turns a little red when I think of her I still don't really know why. 'I'm afraid to talk to someone about it'

Slowly the rest of the Smilling Critters come out of the slide. Most of them stumble a little but then they stand up. When Kickin comes out, he first stands up and runs his feathers through his hair, but he doesn't realize that he is still standing in front of the slide. Then Hoppy comes out and crashes into both of him, causing them both to fall to the ground. But instead of screaming or swearing, they both stay calm... And then suddenly start laughing out loud. I don't really understand why and look up at DogDay. Although a few minutes ago there was dead silence, and DogDay also confronted Kickin... She laughs along quietly. She giggles lightly and I have that funny feeling again... I feel my face slowly getting warmer and slowly lift my right arm up to feel.

My cheeks are very hot, but I don't feel sick or anything... My body is just getting warmer. DogDay sees me lightly touching my face and looks at me, 'That look' and the big difference. My heart starts beating very fast... I can literally feel blood flowing through my body... Especially in the lower area. I can't stand it anymore.

"Are you okay?"    Her voice is so soft, I can't get my head around it.

"Yes" And with that I run straight on, when I stop I slowly feel like I'm burning up. My stomach is also churning.

"Hey, what's that in front?" This takes me out of my thoughts again and I look to the left where Kickin and Hoppy are running past me in the middle of Playcare. 'What do they mean?' I can't really see anything yet because of the light, it's so bad right now... And because of my size, I can't just look over the play equipment in my path. Slowly my feet step back onto the warm grass and Playcare, but the relief dies in seconds as I hear what Kickin is calling.

"This is KickinChicken, the cool kid of the crew, and he maintains that sense of cool through anything, even in the most tense of situations. Knock him down, and he'll pick himself up, brush himself off, and ask: "What's next?""

Slowly I and the other Smilling Critters stand in front of the giant statue where all of them are depicted...Shit, I completely forgot.

"Holy shit" Bubba whispers quietly to himself, I can't really believe it either but I have to pull myself together. 'What can I say?'  They won't trust me and think-

"YOU LIED TO US!"  

I'm about to answer but I feel a hard blow right in my face, I fall straight to the floor. I can barely see anything but then I already feel the next blow, it feels like my nose is broken... The pain gets worse And it doesn't stop. All I can see is the yellow silhouette that keeps hitting me. Blood is pouring down my face, not just from my nose but from all the places where I'm being hit. My ears are ringing so loudly that I can't see anything at all, and my eyes don't help either because my vision is so blurred that I can't see anything at all. Blow after blow hits me and I just want to die. I'm already crying But that doesn't help against the next blow that hits my upper chest and feels like it hit my very heart...I can't breathe.

I have the feeling that the next breath will be my last...fuck I'm about to die. I try with my last strength to hold my arms in front of my face before I am completely gone, but that doesn't help a bit. Yellow feathers pull my arms directly away from my face and sharp claws drill vertically up from my chin to my eyes... *That's it*...

'Why isn't anyone helping me?'

Then suddenly it's gone... The weight on my body that beat me up... And the light in my eyes too. I can't feel anything else but the pain that is going through my body, all the blood that is slowly flowing down my completely scratched face onto my clothes. I turn onto my back and push myself up with the last of my strength to at least stand. Lying down reminds me of the pain. I can barely see but I know one thing... I have to get out of here, I'm not safe...

And with that I run off, no matter where...just away. I can hardly see anything, but I know my way around here better than anyone else. I just keep running, my lungs feel like they're about to explode and my body is about to collapse. But I'll be there in a minute When I reach a door, I tear it open and think nothing of it. I'm about to sit down, but I collapse... On the dirty and cold floor. I vomit and cough up blood, my vision slowly turns completely black again...

I hope I finally die...

DogDay Pov:

I can't believe it, this cutout wasn't the only one of us Smilling Critters, giant statues of us... And Y/N didn't tell us about it. I don't know why but that makes me a bit sad, 'That means he doesn't trust us yet...'. But just as I'm in my thoughts and marveling at these statues of Us, I hear a loud breaking sound. I turn my head quickly to see if something has happened to her, and it's much worse than I thought.

Kickin is on top of Y/N and is beating him up. Very quickly his punches go into Y/N's face and the only thing I really notice is how scared Y/N must be right now. The blood is pouring out of his nose and he can barely defend himself...                            What a feeling that must be he looks so Defenseless. It's not fair. Kickin continues to brutally beat Y/N and not only in the face, but also on the chest...

'Is he going to kill him?

I can't move...I don't even know why. What should I do? I have to stop it. He's going to kill him... But why isn't anyone doing anything? The others are just watching, even Hoppy who is standing a few meters away. Even the grass in front of her is turning red because Y/N is already coughing up blood. I just call it out of instinct-

"WHY DOESN'T ANYONE INTERVENE!"

No... Still no one moves, even after  I the leader of the group shouts it. I already move to the face out of reflex and see Y/N trying to raise his arms as protection. But that doesn't do any good as Kickin extends his claws and scratches him once across the face. I'm right behind Kickin and try to pull him off Y/N, but he elbows back hard, which I didn't expect. And the worst thing is he doesn't care... Nobody cares. He keeps hitting Y/N like it's the last thing he needs to do to get us back home.

I go behind Kickin's back again, but this time I pull him back with all the strength I have. He literally flies backwards and we both fall to the ground. He gets right up and runs back to Y/N... And nobody cares He's just going to kill him... And that's it for all of us. He's about to go at him again, but then suddenly there's CatNap hanging onto his legs. Kickin can barely keep his balance and falls to the ground. Tears start to well up in my eyes and I sit down in the grass. My warm tears run down my face...              How did it come to this?

But when I take my hands off my face and look where my angel is, I don't see anyone there-

"Where is he?"

"No idea"

"Did not Look"

"It doesn't matter"

"Dude Kickin that was rad!"

What's going on here? I look around and don't see him for miles, the only thing you can see are traces of blood in the grass... Lots of traces of blood in the grass. He's bleeding so much... My poor angel. And it's all Kickin's fault?

"TELL ME, HAVE YOU COMPLETELY LOST IT NOW KICKIN?"

"WHY THE HELL DID YOU GO OFF ON HIM? WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU?"

That's the only thing I can get out. My throat already feels so dry... 'Wait, where's CatNap?' Now that I realize it, I don't see her for miles.

"WHERE DID CATNAP GO?"

"She went with the Patch Boy"

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Ouch, someone has Gotten Beaten Up. There are probably a few questions now with the critters, are the giant statues of them the reason why they are here? Or something even worse? Well, they can't ask any questions now because Kickin almost killed Y/N... 𝗜𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗻𝗲𝘅𝘁 𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗽𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝘄𝗶𝗹𝗹 𝗯𝗲 𝗮 𝗵𝗲𝗮𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝘀𝗰𝗲𝗻𝗲 𝗯𝗲𝘁𝘄𝗲𝗲𝗻 𝗬/𝗡 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗖𝗮𝘁𝗡𝗮𝗽... 𝗕𝘂𝘁 𝗮𝘀 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗸𝗻𝗼𝘄, 𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘆𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗵𝗮𝘀 𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘀𝗲𝗾𝘂𝗲𝗻𝗰𝗲𝘀 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗲𝗳𝗳𝗲𝗰𝘁𝘀.

[eeriecorri]

Did anyone else's grandpa make them cardboard playhouses when they were kids?

[neli-draws]

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