#poppy playtime x reader

[car-o-line]

Hey I was wondering if you can a part 2 of Being friends with Matthew/Kevin/Jack if that’s fine I really want them to reunite with them during chapter 4 🙁❤️ (no pressure and take your time)

POPPY PLAYTIME BRAINROT IS REALLL And ofc, those 3 shaylas deserve so much better and that’s what y/n is for💁‍♀️

Part 1 of what the request was talking about

Matthew Hallard:

Okay so basically you were the perfect candidate for another toy!!

(it doesn’t matter which one)

When you had to leave the orphanage for a bit because of your “sickness” Matthew was deeply worried and upset.

He did his own check up on you and told the scientist that you were okay but they didn’t really listen to him.

But once you came back you had to get “adopted” the next day??

He was heartbroken but he reluctantly said his goodbye.

Once he really figured out what being “adopted” really meant he instantly thought about you.

It made him angry, furious that some sicko could experiment on a child.

When he was turned into Doey he was more focused on Kevin and Jack.

But then he came across cage with a file next to it.

It was YOUR file, and YOUR body in there.

He read it and his eyes instantly watered and he quickly opened the prison, whether by force or a key.

He would most likely be in control of Doey, so he would ask you a few questions to see if it’s really you.

Once confirmed he almost started to cry but put himself together and brought you to “Safe Haven.”

I’m not sure if he would tell you straight out that he’s Matthew but he would give small hints.

Like knowing your favorite snack, or something like that.

In the end he’s EXTREMELY happy you’re with him again even if you yourself don’t know it.

Kevin Barnes:

You were taken away after he was asleep, so he wouldn’t try to hold onto you.

When he woke up he looked around for you in “Home Sweet Home” but he couldn’t find you anywhere, he got pissed.

He would be mostly alone if you weren’t there with him and he adored the feeling of having a friend so when you were taken away because of some “sickness”, he wasn’t having it.

His violent behavior increased and they had to quickly do something to make him calm down, or force him to(o?)

So they made him the first experiment to be implemented within Doey The Doughman.

One of the scientists even taunted him by saying how maybe he’ll meet you as a toy.

You got turned into a toy as well, another bigger body for the initiative.

You were lost and confused for a while before,

“LET ME OUT LET ME OUT LET ME OUT I SEE MY FRIEND”

“Kevin-!”

How did he know? He didn’t, he just had a hunch which was right.

Of course he couldn’t get out but his excitement got the better of him.

When he finally got control he started to chase after you like he did when you were both human, which you thought he was trying to devour you.

Which wasn’t true but he chased you into a corner, when you thought it was over he grabbed your hand and started dragging you off to “Safe Haven.”

He wasn’t so bad when he was happy was he?

Jack Ayers:

You were taken to the scientist office when jack had fallen into the vat of dough, the last thing he saw before darkness.

And guess whattt, you were turn into a toy who could’ve guessed?

Anywho, once Jack was combined into Doey, you were yet to be made.

But a few months later, after the “Hour of Joy” a new toy was done being finished.

You.

You roamed the halls until Poppy caught sight of you, immediately heading back to “Safe Haven” to tell Doey.

Matthew who was in control of Doey was intrigued and headed out to take a peak at you before anyone else could, whether that be the Doctor of the odd employee running around somewhere.

Around where you were was a VHS tape, easily found and placed in the VCR.

The tape was distributing to say the least, even Kevin was a bit ticked after listening to it.

It contained your moments before death, your screams, cries, pleads, it was heartbreaking for Matthew to hear.

But Jack, recognized that voice, he recognized the name the scientist called, the outline of your form on the operation table.

Jack started to think what you walked into wasn’t an office at all.

His emotions got the better of him and ran from the VHS recording as fast as he could, the last thing he saw was a toy, the toy Poppy was talking about.

The one he ran into.

“Y-y/n..?!”

[theoneandonlysourcandy]

PLATONIC DOEY X YOUNG TOY READER

Art creds: Paper-Starz (if the name is wrong pls tell me)

I need more brotherly doey x reader dude HES LITERALLY MY BIG BROTHER ☹️ in this the reader is 5-7 years old, and this is whenever the hoppy vhs tape took place

🧸- Doey had noticed fairly quickly that you acted younger than most toys. It made his heart absolutely ache thinking of how young you might’ve been, going through so much pain. He made an effort to look out for you, just in case he was right about his suspicions.

🧸 - He hated that he was correct. When out looking for supplies one day, in one of the offices, he had found a document about you. Kevin was furious. But, Matthew had managed to calm him down.

🧸 - He’d want you to stay in the safe haven most of the time, not wanting you to have to face any more horrors. He can be a bit protective of the other toys at times, but with you, that’s cranked up a bit.

🧸 - If your a bigger body? He’d convince the others to not have you scavenge with them.

🧸 - He’d definitely love reading books to you and the others, and in his free time would help you with reading too. His favorite is definitely adventures of the word wizard.

🧸 - Sometimes he’ll think about how the toys had to live before he found them, and it makes him really sad, so it HURTS thinking of what you might’ve lived like. Someone so young and all alone, hurting so much-he has to force himself to get distracted by something to stop thinking about it.

🧸 - Maybe you and doey would play shop together or something at that little lost and found thingy, if it’s just a pretend thing the toys made up.

🧸 - might let you wear his hat if you ask nicely. MIGHT. I headcanon that he absolutely loves his hat.

🧸 - Jack would like to play with you, and read stories together.

🧸 - Matthews definitely the one helping you with reading, and the most devastated by the document.

🧸 - Kevin would try his best to be more gentle around you, but sometimes he just can’t help it.

[dodgeballstuckonthegymceiling]

Doey, kissy and dog day with a player who has a broken arm from the train. The player while with a broken arm refuses rest and continues on like its not broken. Poppy also thinks it's not a big deal. Fueling players lack of self care. Somehow they carried dog day to safe haven.

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Doey, Kissy and Dogday & Player with a broken arm

Doey

★ Doey immediately notices the awkward way the player is holding their arm. He's concerned but decides to trust the Player's judgment for now. He can worry about you later.

★ When you get to Safe Haven, Doey points to your arm. "Looks like you've has a pretty bad fall, friend!" the Medic shifts his attention from Kissy to your arm. You wave him off "It's nothing, just a scratch."

★ He doesn't believe that in the slightest. Even though you have things to do, that injury will need to be addressed. Despite the Player's best efforts, it's obvious that you're in pain.

★ So, being the responsible person he is, Doey picks you up by your shoulders and carries you to the medic. Protest all you want, he's not letting you get out of it!

Kissy

★ She notices what happened to your arm as soon as you meet again. With concern for your well being, Kissy shakes her head and looks at Poppy, who seems more focused on her plan.

★ Even though she isn't exactly a doctor, she tries her best to remedy the situation. Her approach is to use a makeshift splint to keep the area from moving. Later, when she gets hurt, you take it off and give it to her.

★ When you finally give in and relax, she puts her good arm around your shoulders before leaning on your side. Congratulations, you're a pillow now! Can't go anywhere if she falls asleep on you. (She knows what she's doing)

Dogday

★ Dogday feels incredibly guilty for needing to be carried out of the Playhouse's prison. You struggle to stay up as the smiling critters follow behind you. Though, somehow you both made it out alive.

★ He argues with Poppy over her pushing you too much. Sure, you might be able to take it now. But what's the point if you end up dead? It's bound to happen if you aren't careful.

★ In the Safe Haven he asks you to rest with him and Kissy. Despite you clearly needing to take a break, you remain committed to the idea of continuing. Fortunately for both of you Doey steps in.

[voxslays]

KISS ME AGAIN — THE DOCTOR

A/N: Don’t question it, y’all…

Many years ago, when you had once worked for playtime co, you had no idea of the horrific experiments they would conduct on the innocent children. In fact, your job was working with them. You were a counselor, and all you truly wanted was for them to feel safe.

You had only met Dr. Sawyer a handful of times, and even then, you were barely acquainted. You didn’t care for the man, finding him standoffish, snobby, and rude. It wasn’t until the ‘hour of joy’ you had truly learnt what your coworkers had been doing behind the scenes.

One moment, you were a human, the next you were a porcelain doll—one reminiscent of Poppy, but bigger. In all your glory, you stood at about five feet tall. Pretty big for a doll, huh? After the hour of joy, you were left to rot in the factory with the countless other lost souls—no hope to get back to the surface.

But one day, you decided to take a risk. You would go to the lowest level of the factory. What was the worst that could happen? At best, you’d feel a few moments of pain before being put out of your misery. Plus, your glass skin was already starting to crack. It was only a matter of time before you broke anyways.

That was when you met Doctor Sawyer again, only this time, he was a large TV like screen with a mechanical body and one glowing eye. Very different from the last time you saw him. Instead of killing you immediately, Harley lets you live on one condition, you follow his rules.

And that brings you to now. You’re standing next to Harley in his monitor room—the one with all the bright screens and monitors. You’d be lying if you said the light didn’t hurt your eyes sometimes, though. “How much longer do you think the ex-employee will last?” You ask, crossing your arms.

“It couldn’t be too long.” You sigh, desperate to leave the room. Harley was taking much longer than usual—and as if sensing your impatience, his booming robotic voice responds. “Just a moment, my dear.” You roll your eyes. Hadn’t he said that an hour ago?

It was hard to tell time on the factory, but you could easily tell that it had been longer than the moment he had requested. Harley didn’t like it when you disturbed him while he was working, but the way his robotic form hunched over that desk? Too good to miss out on.

You cleverly and quietly stalked your way over to the man, ready to pounce. But instead, you give him a small peck on the side of his screen. The doctor turns to you, as if expecting an explanation. Yet, you simply walk out of the room, unbothered. Whatever punishment awaited you tonight—it was worth it.

[spr1ngtweaks]

📖 Scenario: “Leyley” & The Anger of the Picky Eater - part 2

ℍ𝕒𝕣𝕝𝕖𝕪 𝕊𝕒𝕨𝕪𝕖𝕣/𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝔻𝕠𝕔𝕥𝕠𝕣 (ℙ𝕣𝕖 -“𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝔻𝕠𝕔𝕥𝕠𝕣” 𝕍ℍ𝕊 𝕋𝕒𝕡𝕖 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕪𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘) 𝕩 ℂ𝕠𝕝𝕝𝕖𝕒𝕘𝕦𝕖!ℝ𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕖𝕣

The first mistake—if it could even be called that—was the name. A slip of the tongue, a deliberate choice, or perhaps just a reckless experiment in itself.

“Leyley.”

The word hung in the air for a second too long, a sharp note against the monotony of the laboratory. Papers rustled as Harley Sawyer slammed a file shut with a controlled but unmistakable force.

His gaze—calculating, cold, and holding just the faintest edge of exasperation—locked onto yours like a silent accusation.

Around the room, a few junior researchers froze, instinctively sensing danger, their eyes flickering between you and the man now seething behind his desk.

He didn’t need to speak. The warning was evident in the way his fingers curled against the folder’s edge, in the slow, deliberate inhale through his nose.

It was a mistake. A crime, even, if the intensity of his stare was anything to judge by. And yet, there was no regret in your expression. Just a slow, deliberate smirk as you leaned against the desk, meeting his stare with unshaken amusement.

Perhaps it was foolish to poke at something so clearly volatile, but oh, wasn’t it fascinating to see what lay beneath all that rigid control?

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The second mistake was a matter of taste—one that Harley had made abundantly clear on more than one occasion. He despised sweet and sour flavors. The combination, he once stated with his usual clinical precision, was a contradiction in itself, an imbalance that had no place on his plate.

Which made today’s lunch all the more entertaining.

You slid the takeout container across the table towards him, sitting across with the casual air of someone who had already won a game before the opponent even realized it had begun. The glossy sauce coating the dish glistened under the lab’s sterile lighting, an undeniable challenge in the form of culinary defiance.

Harley stared at it. Then at you. Then back at the offensive meal in front of him. His expression darkened.

“You can’t survive on coffee and contempt alone,” you remarked, picking up your own set of chopsticks.

Harley did not respond.

He simply pushed the container away with slow, measured intent, as though ridding himself of a particularly loathsome experiment. You only raised an eyebrow, dragging it back towards him with a single, pointed finger.

It was a silent war, neither of you breaking eye contact. But in the end, he did what he always did—he dismissed it with a sharp exhale, straightened his papers, and moved on.

You, however, didn’t miss the way his lips pressed into a thin line when the faintest hint of the dish’s scent reached him.

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The third mistake—or perhaps, the most entertaining of them all—was disrupting his perfectly organized world. Harley thrived in precision. He found control in order, in structure, in the absolute certainty of things being exactly where he left them.

Which was precisely why, on an afternoon where the lab was silent but for the faint hum of machines, you took it upon yourself to shift his neatly arranged files just slightly out of place.

A few papers shuffled into different stacks. Pens not quite aligned. The angle of his chair turned just enough to be noticeable.

You sat back and waited.

When Harley entered the room, the shift in atmosphere was palpable. He froze mid-step, sharp gaze sweeping across the space with the efficiency of a predator assessing its territory.

The moment his eyes landed on his desk, you could almost hear the metaphorical snap of a wire tightening in his mind.

And then, silence.

A long, unbearable pause where he simply stood there, staring at the minute disruptions as if they were personal affronts. When he finally moved, it was not to fix them immediately, but to turn his gaze towards you, unimpressed, unimpressed, unimpressed.

You offered an innocent blink.

His sigh was slow, deliberate, and filled with the resignation of a man who had long since realized that his carefully cultivated order would never be safe from you.

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But the final mistake—if it could even be called one—was much simpler.

You forgot his coffee.

Not intentionally. Not as some grand scheme to see how far you could push him. It was just an oversight, a slip in routine amidst the chaos of the day.

Yet, for Harley, it was unacceptable.

For the first few hours, he said nothing. But the silence was heavier than usual, charged with a distinct edge of displeasure. By noon, he had still not spoken to you directly, choosing instead to relay messages through clipped notes or passing words to other researchers.

By the afternoon, you found your stack of documents—previously neatly arranged—mysteriously toppled to the floor. A coincidence, surely.

And yet, when you looked up, Harley was walking away, hands in his coat pockets, the ghost of something smug in his expression.

It was a childish game of pettiness. But it was also a game that neither of you truly lost.

Because by the end of the day, when you finally placed a cup of coffee beside him without a word, Harley merely exhaled, picked it up, and took a slow sip.

And just like that, balance was restored.

At least, until the next time you decided to test just how much control he truly had.

you when you pissed him off the shit out and dragged him into trouble more than 1098 times and almost got thrown to Yarnaby to eat:

[queenbee298]

Could there maybe be a Y/N having a baking day, like making different cakes, cookies, and other sweet treats and it lures Doey in like a magnet but they tell him to wait till they’re done and invite home to help out? Just thought it would be cute.

Thank you for Requesting a good idea for a story. Request #8. Sorry if you requested a story and it’s taking a while. I’m trying to think of ideas and find time with school work. But I will write your stories for my “Finally Free” AU. Anyway enjoy the story.

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You were in the kitchen for most of the day. You spend yesterday and most of the morning baking cakes, brownies and sugar and chocolate chip cookies. You prepared all types of games for a big surprise for some family members.

You finish the brownies and cookies. The last thing left was the cake. You were almost finished with the cakes. There was vanilla, chocolate, and strawberry shortcake.

All you had to do was place icing on them and decorate. You finished the chocolate and vanilla, but like you said it wasn’t easy hiding it.

As you expected, three mini critters came into the kitchen, following the sweet smell of pastries. You leave to go to the bathroom and the little critters found the cakes sitting out on the counter. Their mouths with drooling at the pastries.

Doey & Poppy: “Don’t even think about it.”

Doey and Poppy knew you were baking and promised not to eat them after what happened with the coffee incident.

Dogday: “Aw come on! Just a little bite?”

Hoppy Hopscotch: “They look so good!”

Picky Piggy: “She won’t notice if a little is gone.”

Poppy: “You guys need to have some self-control. Don’t you remember what happened with the skittles? They were mad and I think they’ll only get angrier if you eat all this.”

The mini critters looked down with guilt. After they left the kitchen, you came by to see none of the cakes were eaten. You were relieved that not of the pastries were eaten. It was all going according to plan.

At 6:00pm, you put your plan into action. All the toys were distracted, so no one would notice you. Around 6:40pm, all the toys were watching TV, playing games, or just chatting when there was a scream coming from the backyard.

Y/n: “OH MY GOD!”

The toys wasted no time rushing outside to see what you were screaming about, but they were greeted with balloons, tables of pizza, drinks, pastries, music, party games, confetti, and a banner with the characters on the banner with the words ‘Surprise.’

Doey: “What is going on?

All the toys were confused, until you came out.

Y/n: “Surprise!”

Poppy: “Mom/Dad, what is the meaning of this?”

Y/n: “Well, I thought since you all have been living with me for a little, I thought you all deserve a party to celebrate all of us together as a family.”

Some of the toys had tears in their eyes. Once again, you were in a bear hug with the toys, thanking you for everything.

It was a nice day, you were all together, playing games, eating cake and other pastries and food. You were all together.

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I hope you all enjoyed another story. Thank you for all the request you send me. If you send a request, I will get to your request soon. Until next time ❤️.



[ultimatelytired]

Lullaby

word count: 9428

Fandom: Poppy Playtime Pairing: N/A Pronouns: She/Her Relationship: Familial Occupation: Caretaker Ability: Ballerina Music Box

The character takes the appearance of a beautifully crafted music box ballerina figurine made of the toughest porcelain and glass, their clothes made from real fabric that is soft to touch and hair so smooth and silky you'd mistake it for real hair. Attached to their back is a wind up key that continuously spins when they're active and stops when they switch off. If the key is removed they cease to operate until key is returned and they are wound up again. Before CatNap, the character was the one to put the children to sleep with their built-in music box that would constantly be updated with new songs to play to help ease the children to sleep.

Keys:

[F/N]: Female Name

Warnings: spoilers for chapter 4 and those who haven't played the game, blood, death and all that shit.

bound to be mistakes that I was too lazy to find or fix.

This beautiful ballerina is what every little girl dreams to be! Each doll sold plays a different song when you wind her key and her articulated, posable body in shimmery outfits add to storytelling. This doll is ready and waiting to be taken home to sing and dance for your little girl, all day, every day, forever and ever!

She is your best friend, Ballade Ballerina!

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Subject: 1179

Original Procedure Date: 11/90

Behavior:

Assigned to Home Sweet Home within the Playcare, it acts as a motherly figure towards the children with a "warm" and "caring" attitude. That attitude switches off around the staff and it acts "cold" and "unresponsive" but will do as it's told when given orders. This was one of the few experiments that had their cognitive thinking intact instead becoming one of those mindless individuals.

Much like it's predecessors, while also maintaining the ability to think and respond, it acts as a bodyguard and or security that monitors the children when it's lights out. Nothing seems to get past its watchful eyes while also documenting who comes and goes both Home Sweet Home and the Playcare.

A stage was built into Home Sweet Home where it resides while its built-in music box would play lullabies to help put the children to sleep or when they're stressed it would help calm them down, however, it roams around during the "day" and interacts with the children.

While their temperament becomes apathetic around the regular employees, it becomes more nervous and prone to aggression around the scientists but what intrigues me the most is how it acts around me. Sometimes it would shut down completely when in my presence but is obedient to any order I give it, going so far as to drop any other previous order to complete a task I give it.

Conclusion:

Have it remain within Home Sweet Home for further monitoring.

Subject 1179 is one of the more successful Bigger Bodies that thinks, acts and listens while it can go unmonitored and it won't act out or misbehave.

Signature: Dr. Harley Swayer

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"Hey, wind up the key already."

"Just... give me a sec, alright. This thing is so hard to turn!" two human employees struggled to turn the wind up key attached to the back of a giant four meter tall ballerina figurine doll, the coiled spring within its body needing to be tightened enough to function throughout the day. The two let out a breath of relief when it finally clicked into place and the third took a step back just as the figurine sparked to life, she sat on her knees with her head in a bowed position but when she turned on she slowly sat up with her eyes blinking to life.

"Good, you're awake." a yawn escaped her lips as she stretched her arms above her head, she looked down at the human in front of her when they snapped their fingers in front of her "Ballade, state your tasks for today." her face, made of the finest but toughest porcelain, held little to no emotion as she continued to stare the human down.

"Wait for the children to wake. Help the children get ready for the day. Entertain the children as the day progresses. Assist the Smiling Critters if needed. Abide by the orders the employees give. When the children--" she stops when they held a hand up to her, their other hand pinching the bridge of their nose in mild irritation.

"Okay, okay, that's enough. I hate doing this." one of the other employees places a hand on their shoulder.

"It's standard procedure, pal. We've got to ask so we know that she knows her daily duties and tasks. If anything is amiss we've got to report to Dr. Sawyer." the three of them shudder, missing how Ballade twitched at the mention of the doctor "You know how he is, that freak."

"Yeah, and besides, we're lucky that we're around one of the few toys whose first thought isn't to bite our heads off." at that comment, they peak up at Ballade and saw how she just continued to stare at them, eyes unnervingly not breaking contact with the three of them as they spoke "Let's not take our chances though." they step off her stage and draw the curtains.

"You know what you're supposed to do." she nods and they leave, she lets out another yawn before finally standing to her feet and waiting for her cue. She laced her fingers together as she stretched her arms and legs, not that she needed to, and got into position at the sound of the soft pitter patter that was the children's footsteps along with more heavier footsteps of the Smiling Critters.

"Haha, alright children. Now that you're all awake, let's help wake up our last friend! You all remember what to do, right?" the voice chuckles softly when the children nod their heads enthusiastically "Alright. One, two, three... oh, Miss Ballade~ rise and shine!"

"Rise and shine, Miss Ballade!" a silence washes over them when nothing happened.

"I think we need to be a little louder, one more time children. Oh, Miss Ballade~"

"Rise and shine!" they hear the sound of soft laughter as a melody starts to play from behind the curtain, they all cheer when the curtain is thrown open and Ballade steps out with a bright smile on her face.

"Good morning children! Thank you for waking me, I really needed that. So, kids, are you all ready for breakfast? Let's find Picky Piggy, I'm sure she's fixed you all something to eat!" at the mention of food a few children scatter to the dining hall, and a few other children lingered around and waited for Ballade "Remember kids, with a healthy diet and enough practice, you just might be able to be like me one day." she says as she takes a step off her stage while reaching for one of the children.

"Really? Can I become a ballerina like you when I grow up?" a genuine smile spreads across her porcelain face as she picks the little girl up and holds her up, the girl starts to laugh when Ballade nuzzles her nose against hers.

"Of course, when you believe in yourself, anything is possible." a laugh escapes her lips when the little girl wraps her arms around her neck and hugs her, she grunts when another pair of arms wraps around her and pulls her into a hug. She pursed her lips and looked down at DogDay, whose already permanent smile stretched wider while his tail wagged when she managed to free her hand to gently caress the back of his head "Good morning to you too, DogDay." he giggled softly.

"Good morning, Miss Ballade." she happily greets the other Smiling Critters, who were rounding up the leftover children, and form a line so no child is left out during breakfast. DogDay was leading them with Ballade, who was ultimately the tallest toy within the Playcare, was the last in line while Hoppy, Kickin and Bubba were mixed in with the children. As they made their way to the dining hall, Ballade was singing different nursery rhymes with the children and Smiling Critters joining in happily to keep them entertained "Who's hungry?"

"We are!" DogDay smiles as he steps to the side and gestures for the children to take a seat in the dining hall, where Picky was setting up the food.

"Well, go take a seat and Picky will serve you right up!" Ballade takes a step back and watches as the children take their seats, whether it be with their friends or by themselves, even the Smiling Critters take their designated seats "Miss Ballade, join us." DogDay says, Bobby smiles warmly as she gestures for Ballade to sit with them.

"Yes, join us!" she gently shakes her head.

"Perhaps later, we are still missing a face." this caused DogDay to look around and notice who exactly was missing.

"Drats, he must have gone back to sleep. Allow me to--" she raises her hand.

"I shall retrieve him, it will be no hassle. Besides, he listens to me." DogDay's ears lowered as a soft whine escaped him, she gave him a comforting smile as she gently patted his head "Do not worry, friend. I will make sure he comes down to join us for breakfast." he nodded, albeit reluctantly.

"Alright." another whine leaves him when both her hands pinch at his cheeks and start stretching them, this caused the children to laugh when DogDay grabbed her by her wrists to stop her "Okay, okay!" she lets go and chuckles when he was rubbing his cheeks, Crafty and Bubba comforting him when he cried softly.

"Good, I'll be back with him in toe." she pats his head before turning on her heel and leaving.

The Smiling Critters consists of eight members, that being DogDay, Bubba Bubbaphant, Bobby BearHug, CraftyCorn, Hoppy Hopscotch, KickinChicken, Picky Piggy and last by certainly not least CatNap. Ballade was created before the Smiling Critters and is the one in charge of them all, keeping them in line and checking on them as ordered by the Doctor himself. She, of course, knows about the experiments and knows who the children were before they were placed into their Bigger Bodies. They, too, recognized Ballade as the nice caretaker who looked after them when they were still human and trusted her with all their heart. Ballade's stage resided within the main foyer in the center of the room where she would usually sing and dance for the children, as for the Smiling Critters, they generally resided in cells beneath the Playhouse but Miss Stella Greyber thought it would make the children happier if they stayed in Home Sweet Home so Ballade wouldn't have to go far from the children just to check on the Smiling Critters.

That being said...

"CatNap~ I know you're in there." she gently knocks on the door before opening it to find the colossal cat sleeping soundly on his cat bed, she enters the room and closes the door behind her then approaches him. Her hand reached to press gently against his head, she smiled fondly when a purr rumbled out of his throat and she continued to stroke his head as she knelt down on her knees "It's time to eat, Theo." she spoke softly, she tilts her head to the side and saw that his eyes opened.

"I'm not hungry..." she frowned.

"I see they still haven't fixed your voice box yet." he grunts at her words.

"They don't care about me." he looked up at her when she wrapped her arms around his neck and laid her head on top of his, her cheek rubbing into the top of his head.

"But I do, and I wish I could help you." her eyes trailed down his body and winced when she saw his skeletal figure "And I wish for you to join us for breakfast, my boy. The others are waiting for us to join them, so we mustn't keep them waiting." he huffed and turned away from her, his tail flicking around in disinterest.

"They're not waiting. They don't care about me either." she pouts but doesn't stop petting him.

"That's not true, they care in their own way. Won't you do this for me, my sweet boy?" it still wasn't enough to convince him, haa, when he gets like this she only has one last thing to resort to "I see, I guess I'll leave you to sleep. But DogDay will be very upset." a subtle smirk stretched across her lips when his ear perked up.

"DogDay...?" she shrugged her shoulders as she removed herself, dusting the skirt of her dress.

"Mm hmm, he was upset that you weren't there to join us for breakfast. I won't pressure you to join us, but I guess Crafty will be the one to keep him company." playing with his feelings like this was cruel but DogDay was CatNap's closest friend where he got pretty jealous when the others got too close to him "I'll tell him you're still sleeping, so sweet dreams my baby~" she's waving him goodbye as she takes her leave and closing the door behind her, she's walking away and quietly counting down from five and the moment she gets to one his door was kicked open. She snickers to herself and stops to wait for him, as she's turning around she notices that he isn't slowing down and before she can do anything to avoid him he crashes into her.

*SLAM*

*THUD*

*CRASH*

"What was that?" DogDay was quick to his feet at the sound of a loud crash, the others quickly settled the children as he and Kickin rushed out to see what it was, only for them to hold back their laughter at the sight. The cause of the sound was CatNap charging into Ballade and the two of them tumbling down the stairs when they reached the bottom Ballade fell face first into the floor with CatNap on top of her, DogDay continued to laugh quietly as he approached them "Are you... alright, Miss Ballade?" he and Kickin burst out into laughter when she answers them with a thumbs up, face still in the floor.

"Sorry, Miss Ballade..." CatNap apologies as he lifts his hand upon realizing his paw was pressed into the back of her head.

"It's alright, my dear boy. You were just excited to eat with your friends." she reassures them that she's alright as they help her to her feet and they return to the dining hall, Ballade had a bright smile on her face at the sight of all her children eating together. Despite the horrors that lie beneath their feet, she could never ask for a better job than thi--

"Ballade." her eyes snap away from the children and see that it was Stella Greyber calling her name, she gestures with her finger for her to come so with one final look at the children she slinks away to see what the Head of Playcare could possibly need from her.

"Miss Greyber, how may I be of assistance today?" a bead of sweat formed on Stella's cheek as she stared up at the figurine, despite the friendly smile on her face, her eyes were void of any emotion as her voice was monotone.

"I need you to accompany me and the other Head Executives for a meeting, we have some guests that I'm worried will act out." she raised a brow.

"Act... out?" her mind thinks back to the other times Stella or the other Head Executives called her out when they were having meetings with especially unruly guests, she slowly nods her head "I understand, Miss Greyber." Stella smiles and claps her hands.

"Splendid, just follow me out." she nods her head but stops and looks to where the Smiling Critters are.

"Oh, CatNap!" she calls out, his head snaps up and looks to where she is, he scowls when he sees Stella but his gaze softens when Ballade smiles "Look after the children for me while I'm gone, hmm? I trust you'll keep them safe." her smile brightened when he nodded, slowly, but he nodded.

"Okay..." she laughs softly and waves the children goodbye when the children bid her goodbye, Kickin and Hoppy pout as they watch Ballade follow Stella out before they all look up at CatNap, who went back to eating his food "... what?"

"How come you're in charge? I thought she'd at least choose DogDay."

"I'm not in charge. She only told me to look after the children..." DogDay nods.

"Yeah. Besides, he needs more time to hang around the children! Since he visits the doctor more often than us, the children have been missing him and want to spend more time with him! She must have thought of that as to why she chose CatNap to look after the children." Bubba nods.

"I agree, CatNap is becoming quite popular with the children." Bobby giggles softly.

"Sounds to me you're just jealous she chose him and not you two."

"We're not jealous!" Crafty places her hands on their backs to calm them.

"Now, now, no fighting. Miss Ballade wouldn't want us to." CatNap watched as his friends bicker amongst each other as he thought of the real reason Ballade asked him of all the Smiling Critters to look after the children, or rather, watch. The reason she asked him was because he was more capable of guarding them while she was away, she didn't act as just a caretaker to the children, she was also their bodyguard in case guests that were welcomed into the Playcare acted aggressively around the children or staff. She waves at the few children outside Home Sweet Home as well as the Miss Delight teachers as she continues to follow Stella to the Gas Production Zone, and it was the moment she was out of sight that she dropped her friendly demeanor.

The human employees were quick to shuffle away when Stella entered with Ballade trailing close behind, her heavy footsteps echoing throughout the production zone as they stepped onto the lift and had them lowered towards the prison. Stella looked back at Ballade and noticed how she grew nervous as they traversed through the toy graveyard, she was nervous herself but she noticed how the figurine was clasping her hands together as she kept her glass eyes down to avoid looking at the toys. To the people who are unaware, they would think that it was just rejected or ruined toys they were walking by, but to the people who knew the truth... it was better not to think about it for their own sanity.

"You're here, finally!" Leith Pierre, Head of Innovations and owner of Playtime Co., announced when Stella entered the room with Ballade in toe. He was speaking with Stella as Ballade looked around the room and spotted the familiar looking box in the corner of the room, she sighs, so she was on cleanup duty huh? She blinked when Leith was in front of her and snapping his fingers to get her attention, she slowly turned her head to look down at him and saw the irritated expression on his face "Alright, you know what you're to do, hmm? I've got six guests coming down to discuss a couple things when in reality, I'm just going to have you two get rid of them. It's the media that's gotten a little too nosey and I need you to silence them for, well, ever. Got it?" she stared blankly at him then nodded.

"Understood." he gives her that all too familiar smile; fake.

"Terrific! Get into place." she nods once more and takes her place beside the door. Despite being in the lower area of Playtime Co. where a prison was built, the room was nicely decorated with all sorts of toys littered around so it wouldn't be odd to see the popular, life-sized doll of Ballade Ballerina in the room. She takes a breath before holding the first position (a basic ballet position) with a kid-friendly smile on her face, she also temporarily slowed her wind up key so you wouldn't hear it tick as it moved "Okay, bring 'em in."

...

...

'So boring...' she could feel the yawn building up in her throat but had to fight it down as to not alarm the unsuspecting guests that she was alive and watching their every movement, she had been watching them closely since they stepped foot into the room and would look away when they would glance up at her. The three Head Executives were answering questions their guests were asking and it started off with the usual, she was watching them again but stopped when they gestured to her.

"My little girl has a Ballade doll, I never would have thought you would have made a life size version of her. I've seen the Huggy Wuggy and Kissy Missy ones, but I still can't get over the sheer size of them." Leith laughs at the comment.

"Of course, of course! The children love them, or rather, they love to climb all over them. Our Ballade here is our most delicate one. Unlike Huggy, who's made of fur and fluff, or Mommy, who's made of plastic, she's made of porcelain. She's one of our finest toys and mascots, the children just love her."

"Does she sing too?" Stella nods.

"She does indeed, she has the wind up key and everything but it's a hassle to wind it up because of the technical stuff inside her." the lady deflated a little.

"A pity. Well, anyway, back to the interview." she picks up a stack of papers and then spreads them across the table to reveal a couple photos of the factory, it was a wonder how they managed to capture them when it was against the rules to film or document anything when within the factory, they must have a really good photographer "I am very curious about the many locations within Playtime Co., especially the building we're in now."

"Yes, and by the looks of it, it kind of looks like a... prison?" Eddie M. N. Ritterman, the Head of Research, just let out a laugh.

"A prison? Don't be ridiculous! Why would we, a company known for making toys, build a prison? This place is merely a warehouse for toys that just didn't appeal to the children." that answer didn't really convince the interviewers, not that it mattered, they weren't leaving this room, let alone the building itself "We bring toys that don't make the cut down here so we can brainstorm and see how we can make them better! Down here is where all the "science" happens, you know?" they raise a brow.

"Science?"

"Well, our leading scientist isn't here to give all the boring details about how we run things, but he's what makes the toys come to life! He's the reason why our Ballade here is so lifelike, you see." at this comment one of the interviewers stood up and looked at Ballade closely.

"Now that you mention it, it's almost as if her eyes are following me..." he murmured to himself and started moving side to side to see if she was really watching them, the three Executives watch Ballade's eyes closely and saw that she managed to not look at him and when the others saw this as well he was quickly yanked back into his seat.

"Stop that, you're making yourself look like a fool." they whisper sharply.

"But I swear we're being watched." Leith chuckles at that.

"You can thank our security for that! We pride ourselves in our security to make any intruders as uncomfortable as possible." that comment caused them to grow a little nervous, Eddie laughed when he could feel the rise of tension because of Leith's words.

"What Leith is trying to say is that with our security, anyone that trespasses onto Playtime Co. property without proper invitation, well, they better hope that the silent alarm that goes off is the only thing they should be worrying about." this caused the lot of them to shrink a little, the staff hadn't realized that this man came onto the property multiple times disguised as a guest to take photos but he didn't go unrecognized by Huggy and Mommy, the mascots who were the security for the main entrance and Game Stop of Playtime Co.

"Mister Pierre, sir, we didn't mean--" Stella winced and looked away when Eddie raised his hand to stop them. Eddie's eyes narrowed as they all looked at how their guests shrank under his gaze.

"Now, there's no need to apologize. I must say, you got some really good shots of our factory. I should thank you, clearly we need to update our human security since they failed to check if anyone was carrying a camera when it is prohibited to bring such things into the factory. A hazard, you know? I should get to that right away!" he stands to his feet and readjusts his blazer "I'll be sure to have our security take care of things." Stella and Eddie follow close behind as they leave the room, closing the door behind them and leaving the six people in there.

"Great! They're probably going to call the police."

"They're going to have us barred from entering the property."

"I'm more surprised they didn't confiscate the photos."

"He said that security was going to "take care of things", or whatever that means."

"Think we can just leave?"

"Yeah, and find the exit through this maze? I think it'd be better to wait for security." they start discussing what they should do when they hear a subtle ticking sound, they look over and see that it was coming from the Ballade Ballerina figurine "Is it... ticking?" one of them asked as they approached her, looking her up and down and noticing how her wind up key was turning.

"Is she on or something?" they jumped when the box in the corner of the room started making a noise, the crank on the jack-in-the-box turning on its own and playing its familiar tune, creeping them out even further "Is it automatic or something."

"Shut it off if it freaks you out so much." a few of them approach the box while the others paced the room.

"All around the cobbler's bench..." the man in front of Ballade whipped his head up at her when she started singing, the room fell into silence when both she and the box started playing "Pop goes the Weasel", Ballade sang it slowly with an eerie and dull expression on her face "The monkey chased the weasel..." the woman pacing the room shook her head.

"Why is she singing?"

"Is she supposed to sing that slow?"

"The monkey thought 'twas all in fun..." the man in front of her shook his head as he approached the door.

"Fuck this." he rushes for the door and grabs the doorknob, he's in the process of yanking it open when a large hand slams it shut. He stares at the hand that is bigger than his head before slowly looking up to see Ballade staring down at him, his breath hitches when she stares him straight in the eyes.

"Pop goes the weasel." the room is filled with screams when her hand grabs him by the neck and closes around it, promptly snapping his neck and killing him on the spot. What followed next was the sound of blood-curdling screams and cries for help, yet their pleas fell to deaf ears as they were killed like cattle in a slaughterhouse. When the room fell quiet, Leith peeked inside and smirked softly at the sight of Ballade feeding Boxy Boo the dead interviewers one by one, well, the interviewers who weren't already half-eaten by the gluttonous toy. He whistled softly when he saw a few holes in the concrete walls, she was quite the masterpiece, he had to admit. Despite being a porcelain doll that is normally very fragile, the doctor had constructed her body with the finest but toughest porcelain he could find. She acted as not only the security for Playcare, she was essentially a bodyguard for the three Head Executives as well as extra muscle for cleaning up dead bodies "Open wide, Boxy." she cooed as she held a dismembered torso in her hands and dangled it above him, a faint smile graced her lips when he obliged and opened as wide as he could and she dropped it into his mouth.

"Haha, well done!" she didn't pay Leith any mind as she continued to feed Boxy "We'll have the Specialist mop up all the blood, and Ballade? Don't forget to clean yourself up." at the mention of that, she looked down at herself and saw the blood dripping down her fine china.

"We're lucky porcelain doesn't stain easily, or else it'd be a pain to explain why she's been dyed red." Eddie comments, Stella sighs softly.

"Well, she does get the most maintenance out of all the toys. She requires a lot of cleaning or else she'll fall apart." Ballade let out an oh when she felt Boxy nudge her side, she looked down at him and saw that he was licking the blood off her fingertips. Experiment 1160, better known as Boxy Boo, was the first experiment from the Bigger Bodies Initiative that was a success but unlike her, he was violent and gluttonous with his purpose being the disposing of lower-ended employees aware of the Initiative. While her main purpose was to look after the children within Playcare, she also helped Boxy Boo and the Specialist deal with "clean-up duty" and because of that, she was constantly around him since she was the only one who could control him. Due to that, Boxy Boo was more like a dog around her since she treated him nicely.

"Clean up the rest of the bodies then you can go back to Playcare after returning Boxy Boo to his cell." she nods her head.

"Yes, sir." she has to hold Boxy Boo's head down to stop him from lunging towards Leith, who approached her knowing that she would keep him safe from the ravenous toy, just to pat her on the arm.

"Good girl." she just huffed softly. It only takes a couple minutes for Ballade to feed the last of the bodies to Boxy before he's tuckered out and slinking back into his box, she's caressing the top of it and cooing sweet nothings to him until he falls asleep. He too was once a child, she wasn't going to treat him like a savage just because he'd lost himself to this experiment, she had a role as a caretaker and she was going to fulfill it no matter what.

"Goodbye, Boxy Boo. I'm sure I'll see you soon." she says as she pats his head, he whines softly but lets her go nonetheless. She exits the room and is escorted back to the Playcare by a few prison guards, she smacks their hands off her when they grab her and practically growls at them not to do it again. She doesn't really get in trouble for killing any of the employees, Leith prefers it because it's fewer people to pay wages to, he practically encourages it and the humans all know it. Ballade double checks she'd gotten all the blood off of her before finally stepping back into Playcare, it was easy for her to lie to the children about her whereabouts and why she was gone as it was the breathe. Sometimes she felt guilty for lying to their faces but it was better for them not to know; it was better for them to remain unaware that she was a stone-cold killer who was more than capable of killing them.

"Come on, Miss Ballade! We made something for you." she gasped softly, placing a hand on her chest.

"For me? You shouldn't have." she'd been led by the hand of a few children towards the playground close to the schoolhouse where they showed her small drawings they made "What's this?" they laughed softly.

"Miss Delight told us to draw something that makes us happy, so I drew you!"

"Me too!"

"I did too!"

"Miss CraftyCorn helped me with mine." Ballade took each of their drawings and looked at them closely, making sure to look at each detail "Do you like them, Miss Ballade?" she smiled fondly at the drawings before placing her hands on their heads one by one, snickering softly when she messed with their hair.

"I love them. It warms my heart to know that I make you happy." she pats their backs when they hug her legs "Now come, let's go join the others. I hear you guys are playing hide and go seek." they gasp in anticipation, hide and seek was always fun with the Smiling Critters. Ballade sat with CatNap under a tree by Home Sweet Home as they watched the children run around looking for spots to hide, they were too big to participate in hiding and though the other Smiling Critters were just as big, they were more capable of hiding than them. CatNap is curled up behind her as she lets her body rest against his, her hand gently stroking his head while his tail thumped gently on the ground.

"Thank you for looking after the children, CatNap. Did anything happen while I was away?" he lets out a soft grunt.

"No. The children were well-behaved." she smiles.

"That's good. Did they give you any trouble?"

"Not really, they mostly bothered DogDay." this caused her to laugh softly and she looked over to where DogDay was and saw him chasing around one of the children he managed to find that was hiding in a bush "He is the favorite one amongst us all."

"With his friendly personality, I wouldn't see why anyone wouldn't like him." CatNap huffed at that "But you're still my favorite, I always did love the smell of lavender compared to vanilla." she chuckled when he started purring as he nudged his against her side, she rewarded him by scratching under his chin while pressing a kiss atop of his head, this only intensified the purring. About an hour or so goes by before the game ends and they come to collect the two, only to find them both sleeping soundly in each other's company. Ballade didn't mean to fall asleep, she could technically go days without "sleep" so long as her key kept turning, however, her key had stopped since she was leaning against CatNap and she evidently fell asleep on him. It took Bubba to wind up her key to get her to wake up, and when she did, she apologized for doing so since she promised she'd watch them play.

"CatNap can put just about anybody to sleep!"

"But I didn't expect to see Miss Ballade to fall asleep. She's never one to fall asleep while on duty."

"Perhaps whatever she had to do tuckered her out." no, my key just stopped and I inadvertently fell asleep... but CatNap is very nice to nap around, hence his name. To make up for it, Ballade spends the rest of the day with the girls, and the boys who want to participate, practicing ballet moves. Of course, she only shows them how to do basic moves but shows off her body's flexibility, since her body didn't have bones she could bend and twist her body however she liked. She was by no means like Mommy Longlegs, who could manipulate her body however she liked, but she could easily fold her body in half with little to no strain.

"Am I doing it right, Miss Ballade?" she looked over and saw a little girl trying to perform the pirouette but couldn't quite keep her leg up as she spun nor keep herself from tumbling a little.

"You're quite close, little one, you just need to work on your balance." she kicks at the ground.

"You make it look easy." she chuckled softly.

"I struggled a lot too, it takes years and years of practice. As they say, practice makes perfect. Just don't give up and your efforts will be rewarded." she takes a step back and performs the pirouette once more and does a little bow at the end, she takes a knee and gestures for her to try again "Nobody is going to make fun of you for not getting it on the first go." Ballade, no, [F/N] watched with a fond look as the little girl tried and tried again to stick the landing and was getting there with each attempt she made.

[F/N], that was her name before she became Ballade Ballerina; before she got stuck in a body that she couldn't recognize. She couldn't remember much before her time at Playcare but she did remember that she was older than most of the kids at the orphanage, perhaps that's where she could her motherly tendencies from and why she loved to care for the children, because she knew better than the adults who lied to their faces like they were stupid, but she wasn't stupid. What she could remember was the day when she was chosen, out of all the children who were more eager to be selected, she was the one that was picked and she didn't know how to feel. At the time she was anxious, both at the thought of being with a new family but also leaving the kids she had grown to love, but what choice did she have? Maybe she was happy that she was leaving that underground orphanage to see the sun again, she was excited to feel the wind blow through her hair and to be normal again.

All that happiness was short-lived when she was taken deeper into Playtime Co. to be experimented on by the infamous Doctor Harley Sawyer, that cruel and ruthless man who cared not for her wellbeing but the advancement of science and what he could do. She could almost remember the day she woke up and felt trapped in a body that she just knew wasn't hers, she just felt wrong. Her body no longer felt dense but rather hollow, if she tapped her finger against herself she could hear the way it would make a clinking sound as if two cups came together. Her face felt like it was stuck in place and she couldn't properly express the way she felt, even if she felt herself cry she couldn't even feel the tears that would fall down her cheeks. She felt it was impossible to move, that if she did she would come apart, even still, she could barely bend her knees and elbows and they were stuck in place.

Doctor Harley Sawyer called her his masterpiece, how her body was made from delicate porcelain that he reinforced to make her durable enough to not break easily if she were to suffer enough force or heavy weight to her person. Her body had articulated joints so she could fold and bend her body like a normal person but didn't suffer the strain or pain a human would, she was capable of twisting her limbs in all directions and not feeling a thing. She was practically a machine, she felt like a machine because she had practically lost most of her senses. She couldn't feel anything upon her glass-like skin, taste anything on her artificial tongue, or smell anything through her nose that felt more like decoration on her face. She couldn't eat, she couldn't sleep and if they didn't want to deal with her they could just turn her off by the wind up key on her back that was practically her lifeline. Without it, they could practically turn her off forever and forget about her.

They threatened her with that possibility each time she wouldn't give them the results that they wanted, that if she continued to act up or be difficult they'd throw her away to rot in the prison. That terrified her, she didn't want to be trapped in a cell in a body that felt more like a cage, so she complied and listened. Listening is what granted her freedom, or rather, to leave the lower levels and return to Playcare as Ballade Ballerina, the life-sized music box figurine, to care for and protect the children like she did when she was still human. [F/N] felt herself die each time she would smile at these children, knowing that what she was doing was only going to get them killed and she could do nothing but smile and laugh as they'd be taken, happy that they were chosen like she was... only for their lives to be cut short before it even began.

She was just like those damn adults.

"Miss Ballade?" she blinked when the little girl called her name.

"Oh, y-yes? I'm sorry, I was distracted. Show me again, why don't you?" the girl frowned softly then approached Ballade, taking her hand and squeezing it.

"You don't have to lie, Miss Ballade. I know I'll never be as good as you, so it's fine to tell the truth." her heart ached at her words, and she quickly shook her head and held the little girl's hand within her bigger ones. The few memories she managed to cling to before she became what she is today was that when she was growing up, when she still had a family that loved and cared for her, she wanted to be a ballerina. How ironic, but she remembered when she was young and had that same devastated look on her face when she just couldn't get the basic moves right and was ready to give up.

"No, no. Being as good as me shouldn't be what's on your mind, you've got to be as good as you can be. You won't be as good as me, and that's fine, because you can just be better than me."

"Can I really?" she nods.

"Of course! Because you can continue to grow, while I'll forever be the boring doll who is only good at ballet." she let out an oh when the girl started rocking back and forward.

"I think you're pretty cool for just a boring doll." if she could cry she'd feel her eyes glisten with tears.

"... I really appreciate that. Now come on, show me again. I'll be watching, I promise." she's clapping her hands in encouragement when the girl tries again and again until he finally sticks the landing, she's rewarded with Ballade picking her up and twirling her around with a proud look on her face "See? You did it! Just like I said you would, I am so proud." she caresses her cheek against hers then booped her nose.

"Thank you, Miss Ballade." she says as she wraps her arms around her neck.

"Anything for you." she spends the next half hour performing a couple more moves before the adults tell them that it was time to head back to Home Sweet Home. She allows DogDay and Hoppy to lead the children back into Home Sweet Home where they are separated by gender and brought to separate bathrooms to clean up, she ends up in the kitchen to help Picky sort out dinner while the rest of the Smiling Critters are left to set up the dining hall. She's standing in her usual corner when the children finally arrive with Bobby and Crafty pleading for her to join them at their table, she planned to decline their invitation but was brought over by CatNap nudging her over to them. It felt quite nice to just sit with the Smiling Critters and since she didn't need to eat to sustain herself, she sat quietly with them and would speak every now and then when they spoke to her.

"My favorite part of the day..." CatNap said after dinner was finished and they were all leaving the dining hall.

"Because you get to go back to sleep?" he nods and turns towards the staircase to return to his room, only to be stopped when he is grabbed by a few of the kids and tugged towards Ballade's stage.

"You can't go to sleep yet, CatNap!"

"Miss Ballade's gonna read to us." this caught his attention and he looked to where she was stepping onto her stage after taking a book from one of the kids "You're gonna join us, right? Miss Ballade always makes storytime fun!"

"Come on CatNap, join us."

"It just wouldn't be the same without you." he grumbles softly.

"... alright." they cheer and practically climb all over him when he takes a seat in front of her stage, she smiles when CatNap joins the crowd of children but knows that he is going to sleep through most of the story, not that she minded.

"Okay, kids. Despite having read this story over a thousand times, I'm sure you wouldn't mind hearing it again." she clears her throat then throws her arm out for dramatic flare "The Adventures of the Word Wizard!" they all laugh when she puts on a theatrical performance as she read the book, using different voices for characters and playing her music box for some background noise. She always was good at storytime, able to draw the children in with ease and entertain them, it warmed her heart to see them so invested in a story they had heard time and time again but not get tired of it.

It was one good thing this stupid place had to give her.

"And with his final word, this story has come to an end." the children, including the Smiling Critters, all let out a round of awes that it was over "And now it's time for bed." she laughs when they made more sounds of disappointment, besides Catnap, who stood up and started carrying that were laying on him off to bed.

"Can't we have one more story?"

"Yeah, just one more?" she shakes her head.

"I'm afraid not. Besides, you're all yawning." she closed the book and placed it down as she stepped off her stage and to where the few tired children were sitting, the Smiling Critters gathered the other children and either started carrying them or leading them back to their beds "Sleep is just as important, one should not neglect the need to rest just to continue having fun. I mean, look at CatNap! All he does is sleep and he has fun."

"Then he must be having a lot of fun since he's always sleeping."

"Uh huh, and he must be having the most wonderful dreams because of that. So, why don't we all go to bed so we can dream and have fun while we're asleep? We can always continue the fun tomorrow, it's not like it's going anywhere." that was a lie, she nor the children had no clue whether that would be their last night alive and that thought scared her "Now come, CatNap is ready to help you children to sleep."

"Oh, alright." she scoops them up while grabbing another by the hand to lead them back to their rooms, she's tucking them into bed and pressing kisses onto each of their heads as she passes them. She's mentally counting each child to make sure that all have been returned to bed and that none were missing, the last time she failed a headcount she, well... let's just say she never misses up the headcount anymore.

"Are they all here?" she nods "Whenever you're ready..." she goes through the assortment of songs she had before finally choosing one, the moment CatNap heard her music box start to play he exhaled enough of the red smoke from his mouth to help them doze off but stay awake long enough to hear her sing.

"Lavender's blue, dilly, dilly, lavender's green~" this was CatNap's favorite part of the day, not only did he get to sleep, but he got to help Ballade put all the rowdy children to sleep as he listened to her sing. Before he got put into this body, when he was Theodore Grambell, Ballade was the only one who understood him. He had few friends and preferred keeping it that way because the other children annoyed him, but Ballade was different. Instead of pestering him like the adults would, trying and failing to get him to open up, she would merely sit with him in silence and wait patiently for him. She had a boisterous but calming personality that she could easily switch between depending on who she was interacting with, it was why the children loved her so much; it was why he loved her "Because you love me, dilly, dilly. I will love you~" she looks at CatNap and smiled at him, despite the permanent smile on his face, she could see a crease in his lips that let her know that he was giving her a genuine smile

When her music box struck its final cord and all the children had fallen asleep, she brushed the hair out of one of their eyes as they slept soundly before standing to her feet and going over to CatNap. The back of her hand brushed against his cheek and scratched under his chin as she walked him back to his room, she stayed with him until he fell into a deep slumber and wouldn't notice when she slipped out of his room to check on the other Smiling Critters. She found them all sleeping in their designated rooms and made sure to give them goodnight kisses as well, she had a feeling they would know if she didn't give them one, then went back to roaming the quiet and empty halls of Home Sweet Home.

Since she did not need to sleep, she aimlessly roamed around Playcare for nothing in particular, or that's what it seemed if people weren't aware of why she was stationed in Playcare. Huggy Wuggy was the security for the main lobby, Mommy Longlegs was the security for the Game Station, and Ballade was the security for Playcare. It was rare, very, very rare for someone to trespass onto Playtime Co. property after hours, and nearly impossible to make it past Huggy and Mommy alike to get into Playcare. The only likely situation you could get past those mascots was if you were an employee who knew their way around, but one thing was for sure, you would never make it past Ballade. She knew the entire layout of Playcare as well as the prison below, Leith and the Doctor made sure of that, so no matter where you go, she would always find you. Despite her large stature, she was very nimble on her feet. She was so good at sneaking around that you wouldn't even know she was behind you until she spoke up. The Doctor, Stella and Eddie would constantly make her sneak up on Leith to scare the living daylights out of him, she had to hide behind them when he threatened her with solitary confinement if she kept it up.

Anyways-

"It was almost too easy..." a voice whispered as they explored the Playcare, completely unaware that they were being watched. Ballade didn't bring it up with the three Executives when she noticed after the carnage that there were only five bodies instead of six, how the sixth one got away undetected, she'll never know, but he won't make it far. People were already aware that there was an onsite orphanage within Playtime Co. but as stated before, cameras were not allowed onto the property in case they caught something that would get them into a whole heap of trouble "If I can make it out of this maze, I'll make a fortune out of these photos." he spoke as he entered the Playhouse where he couldn't help but marvel at the sight of the playground with maze-like elements decorated with colorful brick walls and tunnels but it was pretty creepy exploring when there were no lights to illuminate the building, he makes sure to put the flash on before taking photos on his camera.

He takes a couple photos of the dark just to see where he is going, but when he sees the developed photo he is a little startled to see a pair of glowing eyes through the darkness that is staring right at him, he looks back in the direction he took it and takes another photo. He freaks out when the eyes are closer, so he starts walking backward while taking another with each step, he tries to listen for footsteps but can only hear his own as well as his panicked breathing. Whatever he was seeing drew closer and closer, but no matter how hard he tried to catch a glimpse of what was chasing him, he couldn't see past the flash, and through his terror, he accidentally dropped his camera. He's quick to drop to his knees and blindly search for it only to freeze when he feels a soft breeze on his face. With trembling hands, he finds his camera and takes a photo just to set the flash off and sees staring at him through the darkness was Ballade.

"How naughty~ Playtime Co. doesn't take lightly to trespassers." her hand was quick to close around his mouth before he could let out a scream and sound off the alarms, her fingers are digging into his skin as she planned to snap his neck but thinks for a bit "... hmm, the Doctor has stated that he's been wanting a live test subject. Guess you're the lucky one, congratulations." she picks up the camera and drags the poor man down to where Doctor Harley Swayer was, ignoring the confused stares from the prison guards and employees alike as she made her way to his lab while the photographer struggled against her iron-clad grip.

*KNOCK*

"What is it?" Sawyer cocked a brow when he didn't get an answer and the door was opened, usually, he'd yell at anyone who'd interrupt him but was surprised to see Ballade enter the room "My, what brings you here little dancer?" he smirks when he saw the way her body started to tremble, well, that was until he saw her drag in an unknown man.

"I caught an intruder, sir."

"And you're telling me this why?" she bounces on her feet nervously.

"You said you wanted a live test subject, so I brought him thinking you'd want to use him for your research." the man looks up at Sawyer for any sort of help only to be ignored when he lets out a sigh.

"I don't need him for anything, so you can just feed him to Yarnaby." she nods her head.

"Is Yarnaby in his cell?"

"Yes, he is. Close the door on your way out." she nods once more.

"Yes, sir." she let out a breath as she closed the door then looked back down at the man "You have no idea how lucky you are, Mister Intruder. You won't have to suffer at the hands of the Doctor and will get to die a quick death... well, that all depends if Yarnaby has been fed or not." she chuckled softly when she saw the panic flash on his face, poor man should have left when he had the chance. She's back in the prison and tells the guards to open Yarnaby's cell door and when they do she tosses the photographer inside and closes the door so he can't leave.

"Wait, no! Please, let me go! I-I swear I won't publish those photos!" she's in the observation room as she tosses the camera up and down "I don't want to die...!"

"You should have thought of that before you decided that taking pictures was worth more than your life." his body slumped when she shrugged her shoulders "Oh, Yarnaby~" she called out just as the door that kept Yarnaby contained opened up, her expression is indifferent when Yarnaby stepped out and looked up at the man curiously. This lion-like toy is rather adorable with its derpy expression and one would think he was going to play by the way he was tilting his head, that was until his face opened up to reveal his large open mouth hollowed out inside his head with rows of sharp jagged teeth along the outer rim of his mouth. The man couldn't even get a scream out when Yarnaby's mouth closed around his head, spilling his blood all over the window and killing him instantly.

Such a shame, she thought. He had quite a promising future if he had just left Playtime Co. instead of taking a few more pictures, maybe she should have let him go so he could expose the dark secrets this toy factory had but if she didn't kill him, the others surely would have.

"What a shame." she murmured before crushing the camera in her hand and looking back into the cell to see Yarnaby now aimlessly chewing on his torso, she always did find him adorable.

[sunflower1experiment]

Tape #1

“Risk”

Leith stares at you, then at Harley, then to Stella who was begrudgingly standing beside the two. There is no way Harley actually won your bleeding heart!? You! The scientist psychologist who doesn’t even know half the truth!?

Goodness it was too much, so he nods to Harley then you both lock eyes. “Good to see you again Mz.”

“The pleasure is all mine.” You stride past him to your office, Stella goes after you, next he was watching you both talk, then you both begin to enjoy some carbonated soda from the shop down the street. This was you, the person that somehow got Harley to stop sneering with snark in his tone of words? What exactly was it? Was it the way you talked, your simple answers or simple actions.

Leith didn’t envy Harley, he was simply astonished someone would lower their guard around this man, that narcissistic, arrogant, apathetic with no regard for others: Harley Sawyer.

“You’ve been quiet for a while Leith.”

“…..Just surprised someone is willing to put up with you, was it a facade? Or maybe you…”

Leith looks at Harley, then to you. His eyes say a lot, as a businessman Leith always knew how to read customers but not someone like, Sawyer.

His eyes were, focused, filled with a certainty that would assure he was right about his own work ahead. It made Leith uneasy, especially when he gave you those flowers, a Tuberose. Surely you knew the meaning, you always ranted about them, so why…

“…..They represent love, sensuality, dangerous love and innocence..” He says while you place a yellow Tulip in his vase; the man wasn’t really phased, more of annoyed at your friendly demeanor.

“What has you smiling ear to ear?”

“This is my resting face Pierre, plus I’m setting up a food festival for the children. With my own budget.” He blinks at your forwardness, every punctuation and word that left your lips made the man wanna deadpan but also ask more. Festival, food, what food?

Did Harley know of this? Of course not, you’re his partner not his pet or experiment…

“Good luck then.” He says curtly, you pass by him with a nod while your shoes clink on the floor out the door.

The man went to see you afterwards, watching you feed these children, care for their needs. Giving them water while they take some, and share. There was one moment that made him slightly smile, a child grabbing a bowl of fruit, then he went and grabbed two extras. Leith watches this child give the two bowls including the first one to three other children before he had his own.

You gave the child a big embrace while patting his hair down, it was…beautiful.

Elliot was right about you, when it came to children your heart was practically open and on the sleeve. Something Harley dismissed, now here he is, dating you.

Honestly it made Pierre feel nauseous at the idea of Harley even creating a family with you.

By the stars why did he think that way.

It was things like this that made him notice different dynamics in people, the way Harley would manipulate you, or he’d talk to you while you worked. Even going as far to interrupt your conversation with Stella, that was until he found you staring at the children with a longing gaze.

“Are you alright?”

“Mhm, just thinking about Quinn.”

Quinn, right that boy who you were planning to adopt, he was quiet but super obedient and always clinging to your side. “I wanted to adopt him.”

“Well it’s not too late.” He replies curtly, you hug your stomach with shame after he says that. “……Your words…hurt.”

Leith sighs then gets ready to leave, he simply couldn’t bear your words. But then you continue, “But they made me realize something, that you’re just as bad as I am….don’t get me wrong Pierre, you can claim to be a good man. But you’re greedy, eager for money. Like a typical corporate Ceo….he has a friend who cares for the children but you, it’s money signs. Yet you still show signs of being caring.”

The man was quiet ever since you said that, how could you even say that so easily. Was he that easy to read? Well not really, you were there with Elliot, and you were listening. In some occasions there was a few words of the in tune semblance you shared with Ludwig. One day you pull him aside, holding your stomach with sad eyes as unshed tears rise, only to get blinked away.

“I’m pregnant. Pierre.”

His breathing halts for a second and he felt embarrassed, scared, angry. “Why!? What did….are you serious!?”

You look away and speak once more, “You never told me he killed Quinn.” Pierre covers his face, of course he didn’t. Not when Harley would throw a fit, but you already knew about the experiments so why did this affect you so much!?

“I’ve been feeding them, loving them, nurturing them. Wanting to adopt some of them and someday make a home to raise them at. Only to find out I was the gentle voice that they’ll grow to hate…” The more you describe playing apart to their agonizing futures the more it irritates his soul, you were having Harley’s child! Yet you still show the attentive passion for these orphans.

“After all of that, you still care for them?”

“Why wouldn’t I? Just because you have the luxury to play god with orphans doesn’t mean I’d be happy to work this so called “miracle” you deluded yourself to believe. I was an orphan too, did you intend to force me to be a toy?” You exclaim through your own tears, he could only stare while the room went silent from the intense emotions that spurred within. “…..I never knew.”

“Of course not, after all, I’m his “favorite” experiment….Leith I’m scared. I so badly wanted to adopt him and have a child. Raise this child into a beautiful flower, but to find out your own partner, hah not find out. I knew and fell in love with a facade.”

You sit down, hugging yourself again, “Two months pregnant. I once asked him about the idea of children, it was foolish. Sometimes I was debating on….quitting, but then I changed my mind for these children…”

Now sitting beside you the man was carefully speaking, “Look, you’re a brave person. But you can’t just tell me and not tell him, how do you think he’ll feel?”

“He already knows, Harley is a fool but he is not naive…”

You knew so much about him and nothing at all, it was so tragic, hearing you blame yourself while he probably knew and had every intention to potentially keep you away from the bigger truth. “I’m going further down, to the prison.”

Pierre was quiet as he nods at your statement with no room to argue, getting up again he watches you stay on the couch. “…..Leith, if I do end up having this child…do you mind if I bring the baby into work?”

“Why…?”

“You don’t intend to help the children, do you? The least I can do is care for them, Feed them properly.”

When Leith left, he was stuck in deep thought about you. After all the things he said towards and about you; the willingness to tolerate him or even talk with Stella. It was impressive how you kept such professionalism with the three of them, but nothing irks his soul more than hearing Harley’s rants about you.

“We lost the child, now everything is ruined…Why didn’t you simply stop this from happening!?”

“Sawyer you’re out of line, you both were together! You had every chance to change for them, but you’re to stuck with the idea of control and recognition from your lover and others.”

Harley sneers, “Oh get real Leith, we all know why you didn’t stop my partner. Did it bother you knowing that someone actually saw me beyond what you all paint me as?”

This made him snap, Harley really was so foolish and arrogant. “Not at all, as of matter of fact nothing I’m very much unbothered by the fact that: you can so easily etch your way into someone’s life, infiltrate that person’s house, then not only get your partner pregnant but then to turn the child you both knew about and the one your “dear” so badly wanted to adopt into a bigger body. None of that bothers me one bit, sure it made us money but how will we get obedient children..?”

He jabs at Harley with a snark in his tone, “If you decide to date the only person who can easily give them hope, that false hope calms the children. Now because of this your dear partner will most likely feed and nurture them into rebellious children who may fight back or when they become toys use their obedience as ways to catch us off guard. Who knows….but hey, least that miscarriage made them less likely to disobey you…”

Pierre stares Harley down, the man sucks in his breath before he just curses under his breath. Pushing his coworker aside he slams the door, Leith sits down. “……That was cruel…”

It was cruel to use your child as some leverage against him…

Leith once again sat beside you in silence, “I’m sorry..”

“…….you don’t have to apologize. I’m done wallowing in self pity, you were right…I was foolish like him and in love with a facade. Politeness, and curiosity…”

“You still love him.” Pierre accuses you lightly, you nod curtly.

Of course, of course you still love him.

Especially after he had the order to have him shot, you loved him simply because it’s in your nature to love and care for others. Including Pierre….

Maybe that’s why you warned him about your plan to release the toys, because in someway you had hoped he’d be better…naive.

Always naive…

The tape ends, the worker stares at the tv. Hearing Leith’s narrative and recount of everything. They felt sorry for you, grabbing more tapes the worker stops before a couple notes…

Grabbing them there was a confession and an apology.

‘Mz…you were someone I resented, because you had that beautiful heart, that smart perception of everyone. Stella and I loved you for that, sometimes I wish you were the head of the project…sometimes I wish we could’ve all been friends, maybe in another universe. You could’ve adopted Quinn, Marie, Matthew, Kevin, Theo, and the other children…whatever happens I hope Harley doesn’t hurt you. Maybe I’m too late on that factor however, he hurt you mentally, and we were both too late to stop it.’

[ablobwhowrites]

I saw the part about the Toy's nightmares of killing y/n and I was wondering if you can do scenarios where y/n sit with the toys after they wake up from the nightmares and talk to them after listening to their nightmares and do everything they can to reassure them that nothing like that will happen and stays with them until they go to sleep peacefully

It can either be a full story or it could just be scenarios, one for each toy (you decide)

P.s out of curiosity is boxy boo in this or is he not in this au

(boxy boo does live at the house but most of the times roams at night as he doesn't like how loud it gets. Also may have added the nightmare critters cause I like them plus they already have personalities listed down and a few have voiced lines so I'll use them in this au maybe, I don't really know. But hopefully I cook with this fic! Im trying to get back into writing full fics again)

The clock on the stoves clock read 1:30 AM. Y/n sat at the kitchen counter with bags under their eyes as they looked at the glass of water sitting in front of them as they wonder if the gas that catnap used on them has now taken it's toll on y/n's body or maybe just how traumatic the factory was and how they have seen their dead co workers being slaughtered but yet having the now knowledge of what the company was really doing to make these toys alive. Y/n was just sitting in silence as they wanted to sleep yet they couldn't, these nightmares have been going on for weeks but they didn't want to pester anyone about it.

"you shouldn't be up this late." Y/n jumped a bit as they looked to the direction of the voice and looking beside them, sitting on one of the chairs was baba chops. "Oh baba, shouldn't you be asleep too?" Y/n said a bit confused on why she was up this late as well. "I couldn't with Allister's snoring and icky having to toss and turn then take my pillow. I just decided to sleep on the couch next to the critters." She said as y/n sighed and rubbed their eyes knowing if they stay up that yarnaby would try to find them or worse catnap finding y/n still awake as he oddly is very strict on bedtimes for some reason.

Y/n yawned and got up grabbing their glass of water but stopping. "You want a spare blanket or pillow? I can grab you of if you'd like." Y/n asked as she shook her head "I was able to take my pillow and blanket back so I'm fine." Baba said as she got down from the seat and walked back into the living room. Y/n walked back to their room wondering if it's just catnaps gas just messing with their head dude to how much they accidentally inhaled during their time at the factory. Morning came but y/n couldn't sleep all night. No matter how many times they tried, nothing could help. As all they could do was lay in their bed and stare at the ceiling.

Rabie baby being forced to clean the house to much of her dismay as by having to cleaning something upstairs as she flew up to the second floor she stopped as she heard y/n talking of their room. She quietly came up to the door her ear pointed to the opening on the door to catch every detail. Y/n on the phone with their best friend, y/n was sat up on their bed rubbing their tired eyes as yarnaby has gotten up and went down stairs leaving y/n in the room alone.

"I don't know, just kept having these nightmares about the toys and how I was in the factory. Like I know they wouldn't kill me or anything but just those dreams were like memories, like when they tried to hunt me down or just when I was basically fearing for my life is what was basically replaying in my dreams. I know it's probably stupid but I don't know." Y/n said as they listened to their friend on the other side of the phone. Rabid baby quickly went back down stairs after hearing the lastest gossip that she just found out now.

Maggie mako was trying to look in the pantry for any candy or sweet treats that she could snack on but to bad mommy long legs and y/n put them on the high shelves of the small walk in pantry but Maggie would have given up if not for the cookie jar of the sweet cookies that y/n made with miss delight yesterday because y/n wanted some cookies. Maggie slowly climbs the cabinet shelves until she sees rabie baby on one of the shelves "hey Maggie wanna hear a little secret I heard?" Rabie baby said as she giggled a bit but Maggie just climb right passed her. "nope, busy." Maggie replied as rabie baby groaned "come on it's been so long, I can't tell anyone else cause they'll just ruin the fun...if you listen I'll get you the cookie jar." Maggie paused at the proposal that rabie baby made and looked at her then the cookie jar.

"so then y/n told the person on the phone that they've been having like these nightmares right? And guess what they had a nightmare about?" Rabie baby asked as Maggie sat on the floor of the pantry and leaning against a wall with random other candy around her as she eat the sweets. "Yeah? Like what?" Maggie said as she munched on a cookie. "It was the toys and well I heard critters so I don't know but then said they haven't slept for a week and maybe the culprit is catnaps sleeping ga-" suddenly the door the to pantry opens as mommy long legs stands there. "Rabie baby, I would like to have a talk with you." Mommy long legs said in a sweet tone but the air was tense as Maggie looked at rabie baby "Your on your own."

Y/n sat on the couch in the living room with rabie baby as rabie baby stayed silent as y/n and mommy long legs argued as it's been over a couple hours now since they started and the other toys stayed away from the living room as much as they could, because interfering with it now could worsen the situation. "I don't think it's a big deal, it's just some bad dreams, I'm fine!" Y/n said as mommy long legs sighed "No it's not! Because your having to dream about the events in the factory and look at you! You need a good sleep and to stop having to push things like this down and at like it's nothing! And rabie baby had known for how long because if you said anything sooner maybe it could have stopped y/n from this destructive behavior!...You know what. Y/n your going to be watched over by catnap and the smiling critters till you get a proper sleeping schedule." Mommy long legs said as she was tired of arguing with a sleep deprived y/n who clearly wasn't thinking right.

"I can sleep fine! I don't need to be watched over like a chi-" y/n then was interrupted quickly as mommy long legs shushed them. "I don't want to hear it, go to your room!" And y/n stood there dumbfounded. "This is my house! I own this house!" Y/n shouted "well you own your room and you better go in there before I throw you in there and lock you inside!" Mommy long legs threatened as she wouldn't really do that but at this point she was so angry that she might do it as her form became stretched as she used it to tower over y/n. "DONT YOU DARE USE YOUR POWERS TO TRY AND INTIMIDATE ME!" Y/n shouted and y/n tried to argue back but felt their pants leg get tugged on and it was dog day in his small form who looked up at y/n.

y/n sighed "fine, I'll go...but this conversation isn't over." Y/n said as they walked with dog day as mommy long legs calmed down taking a deep breath and looked at rabie baby who was looking at the floor and worried out of her mind because like what would mommy long legs do? She heard the rumors about how mommy long legs was back in the factory. "And you. I have a special punishment in mind for you." Mommy said as she looked at rabie baby who was cowering.

Bubba was at his mini white board with mathematics on it as rabie baby sat at a chair looking miserable "And that's how you solve for pie. Make sure your writing this down because it'll be important for the next equation." Bubba said as he wrote more stuff on the whiteboard and rabie baby groaned and cried as mommy long legs picked a cruel punishment for rabie baby was to sit through a entire two months worth of long lectures about mathematics and complex English with both pop quizzes and regular quizzes and tests included to much of bubbas delight and rabie babys dismay as this was two months worth of knowledge bubba has been wanting to use.

Y/n also was put on a a strict bedtime schedule that catnap strictly follows and the rest of the toys kinda force y/n to follow as well and luckily the nightmares have been going away slowly but surely as catnap is able to at least help with it as well as the other smiling critters to keep y/n company as it's like a big sleep over in y/n's room that any of the toys can join and Doey joins in too but they have to go to doeys room because well he is still like 900 pounds of pure dough so the floor will be struggling on the second floor but over all y/n has been sleeping better.

(thats it for this fic and please if you have any advice about how to improve my writing please don't be shy but also if you like this please don't be shy and request any ideas for stories or y/n's. But for now please stay safe and drink water!)

[potatobugxo]

For Poppy's Playtime, could you do one where Yarnaby gets something stuck in his paw and he's whining sadly and painfully and the Reader helps by pulling it out. That in turn cause Yarnaby to think that Reader is his new friend.

awww this is so sweet 🥺

warnings: yarnaby is in pain for a bit, a little bit of blood

pairing: platonic!pet!yarnaby x player!reader

-while yarnaby was hunting you down, you were running, hiding, while simultaneously trying to solve puzzles to get out of the playtime hellscape

-with a giant lion made of yarn chasing you around it made things way more difficult

-you found a place to hide and suddenly everything went quiet for a moment, followed by a distant whimpering noise

-curious as to what happened, you cautiously exited your hiding space to investigate

-you hear banging and more pained whimpering and soon you find yarnaby pacing back and forth, rolling around and gnawing at his front right paw

-from a distance you can see he got a piece of metal fencing stuck between his fluffy toes, causing him to bleed

-you admitted, you felt bad for him, even if he had been trying to kill you this entire time

-while you could take advantage of this situation, and make a run for it while yarnaby was down, you couldn't just leave him like this, it was cruel

-so you took your chances and approached the lion-like toy

-yarnaby let out a startled screech at you, but he was in too much pain to attack

-"you're hurt, im gonna try to take that out of you, okay?" you said, pointing to his right paw

-yarnaby licked at it, whimpers escaping his mouth

-you carefully took his paw into your hands and examined where the metal piece was lodged

-you grasped ahold of the wire and pulled, but this only caused yarnaby more pain at first as he snarled at you

-"easy! easy, it's okay," you said, holding your hands up in defense

-yarnaby settled down after a moment, holding his hurt paw up in the air

-you tried again, and managed to pry the metal piece free

-yarnaby whimpered and licked at it, and you jumped back, fearing now that he was out of pain he might attack you

-but instead, he just sat down in front of you, letting out a purring noise

-you were confused at first, and then yarnaby rubbed up against you like a cat, nearly knocking you over with how big he was

-"oh, whoa there, yarnaby," you chuckled, the yarn of his mane tickling your face

-"uhh... Guess this makes us friends now?" you asked, stroking his mane with your palm, and yarnaby purred in response

[clanwarrior-tumbly]

F***ing FINALLY!!! I've been looking for stuff with a Reader saving Dogday since he's been introduced and I've only got like, three so far-

And I want this Reader to be resourceful, using anything to patch Dogday up(including scraps of Miss Delight's dress)

I hear your calls <3

...............

"You're wasting precious time, angel. Poppy needs you. I'm only gonna slow you down. Just leave me here, and tell her I'm-"

"You'll get to tell her that yourself, Dogday. Because I'm not going anywhere. I'm gonna help you whether you like it or not."

With a huff, you used the grabpack to wheel in a cart filled with an assortment of items you picked up around the Playcare area: doll parts, plush felt, metal bars, and even Dogday's other missing leg, which you have miraculously found in the playhouse.

You did your best to stitch them back onto his body, although the real challenge was fixing them up first--considering how badly they got mangled by the smaller Smiling Critters. Through sheer luck, you were still able to recognize them as his legs.

And conveniently, you've retained some of your craftsmanship skills from your days working with Playtime Co.

You were given some praise for being able to speedily patch up broken and torn-up toys, but you've never touched upon any of the "Bigger Bodies" despite seeing similar injuries on them. They simply never gave you that clearance, and dealing with blood and organs (and possible death) was something way above your paygrade.

But with Dogday, you were able to apply similar techniques you used in doll repair. You made patches out of Miss Delight's polka-dot dress to cover up any tears, and you created small mechanisms to put inside his legs that would (hopefully) enable him to walk again.

It was like you were performing a surgical operation..

Except, well..that's exactly what was going on.

Despite your unwavering determination--and the fact that you succeeded in reattaching one leg to him so far--he insisted that you were only putting yourself at risk trying to help him.

Hell, you nearly got torn apart by those little Smiling Critters who chased you both down, being scared off by the flares you shot at them. He didn't think you'd have enough..but by the grace of god, you did. And you escaped and found a safe place where Kissy Missy and Poppy were also hiding out.

Not only did you finally get a breather, but also a chance to help one of the few toys left here who somehow didn't lose their humanity.

Even so, Dogday still feared for your safety.

"You know..this will only enrage Catnap, right?" He rasped, choking out a wet cough. "He'll know that I'm missing. And he'll know you have something to do with it.."

"Wait.." Pausing in your work, you glanced up at him with furrowed eyebrows. "Why would he care about where you are? Or better yet..why would he keep you alive at all?"

"...because I was his favorite."

"Huh..?"

"Before the Prototype became his sole focus, we did everything together." He explained somberly. "We helped the others fall asleep, stayed out of trouble. Catnap and I..we were like day and night. Two peas in a pod. He brands me a heretic now, but...somehow, I don't believe he likes doing so. Maybe..he hasn't forgotten our friendship, after all."

'Well, stringing someone up by belts and ripping off half their body doesn't sound like something a good friend would do..' You thought to yourself, although you understood where he was coming from.

Yet it didn't change the fact you still wanted to kill that stupid purple cat. Especially after he gave you that hellish nightmare of Huggy crawling out of a television.

"I know you wanna believe there's still good in him, but..he's long gone." You shook your head. "Those critters..they tried crawling inside your body, and he was just gonna allow it all because you didn't wanna follow the Prototype's will."

"........"

Silence was your only reply, but you decided to shift your focus back on repairing the other leg. Dogday allowed you to work, no longer protesting as he instead looked at the stitches on his arms, feeling grateful yet unworthy at the same time.

Him and the others...they were all monsters. He never killed a single human in his existence (or at least none that he could recall), but he felt like he was just as terrible as those who did.

Eventually, you finished, and his ears perked up at your sigh of relief as you set down your tools and pushed the cart away. "There we go. Try to stand up, but take it slow. Okay?"

He nodded, feeling quite nervous as he looked at his legs, before he slowly pushed himself off the ground. For a few moments, he was able to stand, but he wobbled a little and had to hold onto the nearest wall so he didn't lose balance.

'When was the last time I had my legs? It's been so long...'

Then he felt your grabpack's hands gently steady him, and soon enough he could stand on his own without their support.

You smiled and retracted them. "How do you feel?"

"Much better...thank you, angel." Dogday looked down at you, the corners of his wide smile turning further upwards. "You truly are something divine. You've come to heal us, mend all of our broken pieces, even when we do not deserve such kindness. How could I ever repay you?"

Right as you were about to respond, you heard sounds of plush feet moving and turned around, seeing Kissy and Poppy entering the room.

You didn't really he'd nearly be as tall as Huggy's spouse.

"You fixed him! What can't you do?" The redhaired doll gasped in awe, hopping onto Kissy's hand before she was carefully transferred over to Dogday's paws, stepping into them.

He held her gently, smiling. "Poppy."

"It's so good to see you, my friend." She smiled, although it was quick to disappear. "I thought all of you were gone."

"It's just me now, and...I'm....I-I'm...." He began to sniffle, his voice breaking as the weight of everything that's happened came crashing down. "I'm so sorry...I tried so hard, but...I-I failed! I couldn't protect them!"

Thin streams of tears seeped from the corners of his eyes, darkening the fur along his cheeks. "Kickin'...B-Bobby..they all died because of me! I was supposed to be their leader, but all I did was lead them to their demise! I-I should have joined them in-"

"There, there..it's going to be alright." Poppy softly hushed him, patting his arm in comfort. "You did your best to protect them given the circumstances. I promise we'll have our chance to avenge them. But you must live, for their sake..and for [y/n]'s sake, too. They went through a lot to fix you up."

"I know but..I-I'm so scared. I don't wanna face him alone-"

"You won't be alone, because I'm gonna take care of him."

With another sniffle, Dogday looked down at you, feeling you gently petting his ear as another comforting gesture. Your eyes held nothing but sympathy and heartache for this poor creature. "I'm sorry, but we have to put him down. It's the only way we can move forward."

"Are you sure?" He mumbled. "He's gotten more powerful, and hungry-"

"So were Huggy and Mommy, but I saw how [y/n] dealt with them..and they're more than capable." Poppy remarked. "But now that Catnap's onto them, they'll need all the protection they can get."

"Then..I'll do my best to help." He finally declared, smiling at you.

You blinked, surprised that he was willing to stand up against the one who tortured him. But you simply nodded and smiled back, watching as he returned Poppy to Kissy, before he turned back to you and crouched down.

He enveloped you in a warm hug, the vanilla scent still seeping from his suit and helping you feel more at ease.

"Thank you, Dogday." You chuckled, hugging him back.

"No..thank you, my guardian angel. I will follow you to the ends of the earth."

[yarnabee]

THE DOCTOR HEADCANNON — BEING HIS PLAYTHING.

harley sawyer ( the doctor ) x reader

tags/warnings: sfw (15+), light gore, torture/impact, power imbalance, degradation, abusive behaviour, posessive behaviour, kidnapping i suppose

sawyer is a HUGE jerk to everyone, including to his own little precious plaything, you. of course, such a cold, dense body made out of metal wouldn't make sense if it had a heart, wouldn't it?

besides.. your timid reactions to his sick, little experiments were what piqued his interest in the first place. what a lovely sight it is to see a flesh roaming around his prison like a helpess, pathetic rat who lost its way home. whether you writhe, yelp, whine, sob, or scream.. it's all melody to his ears.

he loves purposefully letting you escape from his lair, making you think that there's still hope to escape his hellish prison. just as you thought you were free of his grasp, he'll pin you, his beloved trophy, down—his mechanical figure hovering over you, eyes daunting as it pierces towards your cowardly ones, squeezing your neck tightly with his iron first, making sure that you knew there's no use fighting someone much stronger than you are. oh, how he loves watching the glint of hope fading from your pupils—dulling them with fear instead. he'd purposefully taunt you, mocking you with his laugh as it echoes through the hallways, "you really thought you could escape me, hmm? what an interesting thing you are, little rat."

oh, how he loves turning every single thing into a game that he knew you'd lose from the very beginning. it's amusing to see how you'd react time to time, whether you try to fight back or whimper out of fear, he feasts on it nonetheless. he'll purposefully make you play hide and seek with him, taunt you with his creaking footsteps, then having his way with you once he got his fingers wrapped tightly around you—dragging you into his lair once again as your fights and cries means nothing to him. "don't try to fight, little rat. i know you're at least smart enough to understand why."

don't get him wrong, though. just because he's able to leave cuts and bruises all over your delicate skin doesn't mean any of those filthy creatures roaming outside has the right to leave a scratch on you, not even a single one. oh, how sawyer wouldn't even think twice to rip appart the limbs off those past experiments who still roams in the area, who dares to touch you without any permission. you're his plaything, and only his. no one else.

the doctor wants you to DEPEND on him, just like how yarnaby depends on him and obeys him like a God. he wants your pathetic self to see him as YOUR lifeline, as he purposefully brings the necessities you need such as food and medicines, his mechanical joints placing them gently next to you without saying anything. afterall, he needs his little lab rat on good condition to play with, no?

at times where he's not running any 'experiments' and 'games' on you, he always kept you inside of his lab—no contact is allowed without his permission. he'd occassionally let yarnaby roam around and get used up to your presence, but he won't let you or it get too attached to each other.

he barely speaks to you, his answers are either mockery or straight degradation. you never really ask him anything about his motives too, he never liked it when you were curious. "say, little rat, i'd be amused if you hadn't learn what happens to curious little rats who gets too nosy."

a little fun fact; the doctor can easily destroy you if he wanted to. he always lets you know through his grips—how he's controlling it steadilly, letting you know that if he puts just the littlest more effort into squeezing you, you'd have your bones crushed within seconds—and he makes sure that you always remember that at all times.

"now, little rat, go on and amuse me. let's see what else i can get out off you."

[theoneandonlysourcandy]

Harley sawyer X reader Headcanons

Gosh he’s so HHHOOOOTTT I couldn’t wait for people to start writing about him I HAD to do this. Writing this at 1 am so if there’s stupid stuff sorry. Also I rewrote some of the headcanons and got rid of one bc they felt mischaracterizing

Inspo: @thatssomegoodsoup

Content warning: mentions of death, some spoilers

📺 - He’d want to cuddle sometimes, but, he would be reluctant to. He’s a cold, metal robot, that wouldn’t be very comfortable. But, if you did, he’d try to use something to cover his robot body, like, how most people draw him with a long black cloak thingy?

📺 - You can see his screen faintly glitch for a moment if you suddenly kiss him. If you ask him about it, he’ll try to convince you it never happened and your just seeing things.

📺 - He’d HATE you leaving his lab. Do you see how dangerous this place is? He can’t have the one person he actually cares about dying. Whenever you do leave the lab, he has yarnaby come with, while keeping a close eye on you with the cameras.

📺 - Even if he worries for you sometimes, he’d never say it.

📺 - He’s rarely that affectionate, but he’ll let you hold his hand or arm if you’d like. Sometimes while he’s thinking he’ll just subconsciously do either of those with you. If your not there, he’d tap his finger against something or click a pen over and over.

📺 - One of the toys hurt you? Oh. Oohh. They’ll feel pain worse then any experiment he ever put them through.

📺 - There really isn’t anyone that can make him jealous in the factory anymore, but if there was, he could get jealous pretty easily, and he’d make sure to “take care” of them quickly.

📺 - Keeps you far away from most of the toys. Though, he lets yarnaby and that weird big baba chops thingy he has be with you as much as they like. They can protect you, plus, he knows you think their adorable, even if he doesn’t quite understand how you can see those creatures as cute.

📺 - Sit on his lap and he starts overheating. Seriously, you saw some smoke coming from him once. He said it was from one of the many broken machines.

📺 - On rare occasion you can catch him staring lovingly at you with his eye. Though, he does it pretty often, he’s just quick to snap out of it and hide it before you can see.

📺 - He loves your looks. He’ll tell you your beauty and your handsomeness, how your eyes have a beautiful sparkle to them, how your hair frames your face perfectly, he can see all the beauty in you, and he can see what you think are flaws. You are his beautiful trophy that he earned.

[dodgeballstuckonthegymceiling]

Hello!! I love your work so much!! I was wondering if you'd do Hc's for dogday x reader who knows how to sew mayhaps??

Thank you! My imagination went wild on this ask :D

If you like my work please consider commissioning me :)

Stitching Dogday up

★ The Player always carries a small sewing kit with them, a habit formed from their time working at the toy factory. It was easier to just patch up small tears on stuffed animals then get them replaced. As time wore on it just felt natural to keep it on you. 

★ Before you enter the factory where you once worked, you grab the same kit you used all those years ago. Silly, you thought. What good would it do you now? As you get more and more lost in the Playtime.co factory, the sewing kit remains in your pocket.

★ As you leave the Playhouse, his prison, a thought lodges itself into your head. If Dogday were to survive then he needs to be taken care of. You pull him into a corner, just barely hidden from view, and begin to address the open gash of his lower half. Or what's left of it.

★ If you don't do something soon then the smell of his blood might attract some unwanted attention. This doesn't leave you with a lot of options. You look at him and take the sewing kit out of your pocket. “I don’t think we have a choice, just do your best” he says, voice barely audible in an attempt to stay hidden.

★ With the absence of proper medical supplies, the Player uses their small sewing kit to improvise medical care for Dogday. You try your best to do medical sutures where his wound hasn't fully healed and fashion a makeshift cast out of old blankets. It's not great, but still better than nothing. 

★ Surprisingly, Dogday didn't seem very phased with being stitched up without anesthetic. Not making many noises beyond a small hiss. If you had to guess, it's probably because of whatever he went through before meeting you. Ten years in this hell would do that to someone.

[voxslays]

THE DOCTOR — HEADCANNONS

✩ Always needs you to be close by. Harley doesn’t trust the other toys, and for good reason. He may be friends acquaintances with the prototype, but that doesn’t mean you’re exempt from attacks caused by rouge toys. He likes to keep you within an arms length. ✩ This has been said before, but he isn’t very good with his words or touches of affection. Harley likely grew up in an unstable home (just like the orphans lol), and never really learnt physical or emotional affection—but for you? He tries his best.

✩ Harley isn’t close with many people, simply seeing them as a waste of time, space, and air, but when he does form a bond with someone (after many many many years of that person sticking by his side and giving him a fascination), he becomes fiercely loyal to them.

✩ He doesn’t want you anywhere near the labs or the prototype. He wants you to be as oblivious and innocent as possible, even if you know of his past experiments. Harley isn’t going to let the one person he has some sort of bond with die so easily.

[spr1ngtweaks]

𝕊𝔽𝕎 𝔸𝕝𝕡𝕙𝕒𝕓𝕖𝕥 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 ℍ𝕒𝕣𝕝𝕖𝕪 𝕊𝕒𝕨𝕪𝕖𝕣! (ℙ𝕣𝕖-"𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝔻𝕠𝕔𝕥𝕠𝕣")

Notes: I can edit this anytime, so pay attention! And all of this is just my headcanon. Harley/Post -"The Doctor" will be next ✍✍

✩ Art Credits: @ClearFitz on tiktok ✩

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?) Harley is not one to openly express affection. His way of showing care is subtle, often going unnoticed by those who are not attuned to his behaviors. He does not offer words of reassurance or grand romantic gestures. Instead, his affection is shown through small, precise actions—adjusting something out of place, ensuring that his partner is safe without making it obvious, or studying them closely to understand their patterns. To an outsider, he may seem cold and detached, but to someone he cares for, his attention is a rare and significant thing.

Example: If his partner were to fall asleep in an uncomfortable position, he wouldn't wake them but would silently shift their posture to ensure they wouldn't wake up sore.

B = Best Friend (What would they be like as a best friend? Where does the friendship start?)

Harley does not make friends easily, nor does he seek them out. To become his friend is to endure a long process of scrutiny and quiet observation. His friendships are built on mutual respect rather than warmth. If he considers someone his best friend, it means he has deemed them worthy of his time and intellect.

The friendship likely started with a shared interest—perhaps an intellectual discussion or a challenge that piqued his interest. Once trust is established, he remains fiercely loyal, though his way of showing it can be unusual.

Example: Instead of verbally comforting a friend going through a tough time, he might instead dismantle the source of their distress, whether that means discrediting an enemy or solving a problem they couldn’t handle themselves.

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?) Physical affection is not something that comes naturally to Harley. He does not seek it out, and when it happens, he is often stiff and unresponsive at first.

Over time, if he grows comfortable with someone, he may allow it, but his form of physical closeness is more about control than tenderness. He would hold someone as a means of grounding himself, feeling their presence rather than embracing them out of sentimentality.

Example: If his partner sought to cuddle him, he would tolerate it but likely wouldn't relax into it immediately. Instead, he would remain still, allowing them to do as they please until he found a reason to reciprocate.

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking, cleaning, ect?) Harley does not yearn for domestic stability, nor does he particularly excel at household tasks. Cooking and cleaning are things he does out of necessity rather than enjoyment. His living space would likely be immaculate but sterile—organized with surgical precision rather than warmth.

Example: If he ever cooked for his partner, it would be something efficient and perfectly balanced in nutrients rather than a meal meant for enjoyment.

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?) If Harley were to end a relationship, it would be done decisively and without hesitation. He would not drag things out with false hope or unnecessary words. He values efficiency and would prefer to cut things off cleanly rather than allow lingering emotions to interfere. That said, his method of breaking up might come across as callous to someone unprepared for his blunt nature.

Example: A breakup from Harley would be something as simple as, "This is no longer beneficial. We should stop," followed by him walking away without a second glance.

F = Fiancé(e) (How do they feel about commitment? Do they wanna get married?)    Commitment is not something Harley takes lightly. He is not impulsive when it comes to relationships, and marriage would be an even greater step requiring careful consideration. He would only agree to such a thing if it were logical, beneficial, and did not hinder his goals. He would not rush into it, and even if he did agree, the concept of a traditional wedding would likely bore him.

Example: If he were to propose, it would not be romantic or grandiose, but instead a practical suggestion, delivered plainly without theatrics.

G = Gentle (How gentle are they both physically and emotionally?) Harley is not inherently gentle. His touch is measured, precise, but it is rarely soft in a sentimental sense. He handles things with control rather than tenderness, and that extends to the way he interacts with people. However, if he is with someone he truly cares about, he may exhibit a careful kind of gentleness—one borne of intent rather than natural inclination.

Example: If he were tending to a wound on his partner, he would do so with expert precision, ensuring minimal discomfort, though his expression would remain unreadable throughout.

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it, and what are they like?) Hugging is not a habit of his. If he were to engage in one, it would likely be stiff and reluctant at first. Over time, if it became a ritual with his partner, he would adjust to it, but it would always be more about allowing rather than initiating.

Example: If his partner hugged him after a long day, he might not return it immediately, but he would not pull away either—simply standing there until they were done.

I = I Love You (How fast do they say the “love” word?) Harley does not say these words lightly. In fact, he might never say them at all. If he did, it would be an admission made under extreme circumstances—perhaps when he felt he was at risk of losing someone forever. His love is expressed through actions rather than words, and he expects others to recognize it without the need for verbal confirmation.

Example: Instead of saying "I love you," he might simply say, "You're necessary," which, for him, would carry the same weight.

(And so on for the remaining letters...)

Bonus Backstory Influence: Harley’s upbringing was deeply flawed, with heavy implications of an abusive home environment. Playtime Co. saw his potential early, shaping him into the very thing they wanted, only to punish him for it later. His lack of genuine love in childhood explains his difficulties with emotional attachment, his methodical approach to relationships, and his tendency to view people as tools rather than equals. His complete focus on himself, developed as a defense mechanism in his youth, manifests in his relationships as a struggle between detachment and a desperate, unspoken need for validation.

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What are they like when jealous?) Harley is not the type to display jealousy in an overtly emotional manner. Instead, it manifests through a quiet possessiveness and a heightened awareness of potential "threats." He won't throw tantrums or make dramatic accusations, but he will subtly assert control over the situation, often making it clear that he is watching and assessing. He sees jealousy as a weakness, yet he cannot deny the sharp, intrusive irritation it brings.

Example: If someone were getting too close to his partner, he wouldn’t cause a scene. Instead, he would quietly insert himself into the conversation, making sure the other person understands—without a single direct word—that they are overstepping.

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

I used to write a post about it, you can check it on my page.

Harley’s kisses are purposeful, never given thoughtlessly. As I say, They are slow, controlled, and deliberate, meant more to assert his presence than to convey warmth. He tends to favor areas where control is emphasized—jawline, pulse points, the back of the hand—as if marking territory rather than sharing tenderness.

Example: If his partner initiated a kiss, he would accept it but rarely deepen it unless he was the one who started it, ensuring he remains in control of the exchange.

L = Little Ones (How are they around kids?) Harley is not naturally inclined toward children. He finds them unpredictable and often irritatingly loud. However, he is not cruel to them—just indifferent.

If he ever had to deal with a child regularly, he would likely treat them as a miniature adult, speaking to them without the usual condescending tone people use. Strangely enough, some children might find this intriguing rather than off-putting.

Example: If a child asked him a ridiculous question, instead of brushing them off, he would answer it in a disturbingly factual manner, leaving them either fascinated or unsettled.

M = Morning (What are mornings like with them?) Harley is not a morning person in the sense of being social or energetic. He wakes up efficiently, immediately getting to whatever task he deems important for the day. He doesn’t linger in bed, nor does he indulge in slow, lazy mornings. If his partner is someone who enjoys morning affection, they will have to learn to catch him before he fully gets out of bed.

Example: If his partner tried to cuddle him in the morning, he would tolerate it for a few moments before efficiently untangling himself and getting up.

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?) Nights with Harley are quiet and methodical. He follows a strict routine, ensuring everything is in order before allowing himself to rest. He is not one for aimless late-night conversations, but if his partner insists, he will engage—often revealing things he wouldn't in daylight, when his usual defenses are stronger.

Example: If his partner couldn’t sleep, he wouldn’t soothe them with empty reassurances but would instead start discussing something intellectually stimulating, distracting them from their insomnia.

O = Open (When do they open up about themselves?) Harley is not one to share everything about himself immediately. He reveals things only when necessary or when it serves a purpose. However, if he deeply trusts someone, he might allow them glimpses into his past—but never all at once, always measured.

Example: If his partner asked about his childhood, he might give a single, vague answer, only expanding on it if they asked the right follow-up questions.

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?) Harley has a great deal of patience—until he doesn't. He can endure prolonged periods of stress and frustration without outwardly reacting, but once his limit is reached, his anger is cold, sharp, and terrifyingly precise. He does not lash out impulsively; his retaliation is always calculated.

Example: If someone repeatedly irritated him, he wouldn’t react immediately. Instead, he would wait for the perfect moment to dismantle them completely.

Q = Quizzes (How much do they remember about you?) Harley has an excellent memory for details, particularly those he deems important. If his partner mentions something in passing, he will remember it—though whether he acknowledges it is another matter entirely.

Example: He might not react when his partner says they love a certain kind of tea, but weeks later, that exact tea will be stocked in the kitchen without explanation.

R = Remember (Favorite memory with you?) Harley’s favorite moments in a relationship are often the quiet, unnoticed ones—those moments where there is no pressure to perform or pretend. He cherishes the rare times when he can exist without expectation.

Example: His favorite memory might be something as simple as sitting in silence with his partner while both of them worked on separate projects.

S = Security  (How protective are they?) Harley is highly protective, though not in the traditional sense. He does not coddle, nor does he make obvious gestures of defense. Instead, he ensures that his partner is untouchable—watching, anticipating threats before they can manifest.

Example: If someone posed a danger to his partner, they would find themselves suddenly cut off from resources, discredited, or otherwise neutralized—without ever knowing why.

T = Try (How much effort do they put in?)

Harley does not waste effort on things he deems frivolous. However, if something is important to his partner, he will ensure it is done properly—even if he does not express enthusiasm.

Example: If his partner cared about anniversaries, he would not plan something grand, but he would ensure they received a gift so precise in its relevance to them that it would be almost unsettling.

U = Ugly (What are their bad habits?)

Harley has a habit of detaching when things become too emotionally complicated. He also has a tendency to view relationships as transactional, struggling with the idea of emotional vulnerability.

Example: If his partner tried to discuss feelings in an overly sentimental way, he might deflect or change the subject.

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?) Harley does not indulge in vanity in the traditional sense, but he is meticulous about his appearance. Everything he wears is purposeful, every detail precise. It is not about impressing others, but about maintaining control.

Example: His wardrobe would be minimalistic but flawlessly maintained, with no room for disorder.

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

Harley does not believe in the idea of being "incomplete" without someone. However, once someone becomes part of his carefully structured world, their absence is felt sharply. He does not seek completion, but he does seek stability.

Example: If his partner left, he would not crumble, but there would be a notable shift in his demeanor—more calculated, less human.

X = Xtra (Random HC)

A random headcanon: Harley has an impeccable poker face. He can lie without hesitation and read others with terrifying accuracy, making it nearly impossible to tell when he is being truthful.

Harley has a compulsion for control—not just over his experiments, but over every little thing in his daily life. Even before his descent into madness, he had an obsessive need for structure. His workspace was always meticulously arranged, tools placed at precise angles, notes stacked in perfect alignment. Anything out of order irritated him more than it should have. It wasn’t just about neatness—it was about dominance over his surroundings.

However, despite this obsession with control, he had a strange contradiction: his handwriting was an absolute mess. Not in the way that implied carelessness, but in a way that revealed the speed at which his mind operated. It was sharp, erratic, almost unreadable to anyone but himself. The only time it was legible was when he was trying to impress someone—writing proposals, signing reports. But in private? His research notes looked like the frantic scrawls of a man who barely had the patience to slow down.

And as time went on, his compulsions only worsened. Once, he had control over himself—his appearance, his presence. But as his obsession with his work grew, his personal care declined. He still needed control, but now it was over life itself, over mortality, over things he was never meant to wield power over. His lab remained pristine, yet he himself became disheveled, exhausted, a contradiction of his former self.

There was a time when he might have cared about what others thought of him. Now? Now, the only thing that mattered was his work.

Y = Yuck (Things they don’t like either in general or a partner?)

He despises incompetence, unnecessary sentimentality, and unpredictability. People who cannot control themselves irritate him.

Example: A partner who constantly needed reassurance without logical cause would frustrate him.

Also he detests forced empathy—people who claim to “understand” him, who try to reach out with sympathy or concern. To him, empathy is nothing but an illusion, a weakness that people cling to in order to justify their own vulnerabilities. He has spent his entire life detached from the emotional fabric that binds most people together, and the idea that someone could truly “understand” him is laughable, even insulting.

He doesn’t just dislike it—he finds it repulsive. If someone were to look at him with pity, with that soft, knowing gaze that says, "I see the pain behind your eyes," he would feel nothing but contempt. He sees such people as foolish, naïve, desperate to impose meaning onto something that has none.

And worse? If they push too far—if they insist on seeing a “good” side to him, on peeling back his layers—he might just make them regret it. Because if there’s one thing he despises more than false empathy, it’s the idea that someone could change him.

To him, he is already complete. A perfected mind, sharpened by years of self-sufficiency. If the world couldn’t break him, then no one else can, either.

Z = Zzz (Sleep habits)  

Harley sleeps lightly and is hyper-aware of his surroundings. He rarely has nightmares, but if he does, they are deeply buried memories resurfacing. He would never admit to them.

Example: If his partner noticed him waking up from a bad dream, he would immediately dismiss it as "irrelevant."

Bonus Silly Headcanon – Harley Sawyer & His Partner =p

Harley claims to be a cold, calculating genius, completely above trivial emotions and human foolishness… but in reality? He is absolutely the type of person who gets irrationally annoyed by the smallest things when he’s comfortable enough around his partner.

For example:

If they take a sip from his coffee without asking, he will give them the most offended look imaginable—as if they just committed high treason.

If they move his things even an inch out of place? Expect a ten-minute lecture about precision, efficiency, and how “disorganization is the first step to failure.”

If they hum a song while working nearby, he’ll pretend to be unaffected, but five minutes later, he’ll subconsciously start humming it too—and then get mad about it.

The funniest part? He doesn’t even realize how domesticated he looks when he argues over these ridiculous things. His partner could be teasing him, poking fun at his ridiculous habits, and all he does is grumble under his breath while still letting them stay by his side. Because, despite all his complaints, he never actually tells them to leave.

– The Rare Moments Harley Sawyer Becomes "Soft"

Harley Sawyer is not a man who gives tenderness freely. He is sharp edges, controlled precision, and a mind too consumed with itself to offer anything as frivolous as affection. But in the rare moments when his walls crack—when exhaustion weighs heavier than pride—he softens in ways that are almost imperceptible.

1. When He’s Half-Asleep

Sleep deprivation is his default state, but on the rare occasions he allows himself to rest—when his partner is near—he becomes uncharacteristically quiet. If they absentmindedly run their fingers through his hair, he won’t stop them. He might even lean into the touch, though he’ll never admit it. Sometimes, in that fragile space between wakefulness and sleep, he mumbles things—half-formed thoughts, names, memories that slip through the cracks before he regains control.

2. When They’re Genuinely Hurt

Harley is not the type to fuss over minor injuries, but if his partner is truly hurt—if the threat is real—he reacts instantly. His hands, so often used for cruel precision, become steady in a different way, assessing injuries with cold efficiency. His words are sharp, but underneath the impatience is something dangerously close to concern. If they try to brush it off, he will not tolerate it. “You’re an idiot,” he might say, but the way he grips their wrist just a little too tightly before letting go betrays the truth.

3. When He Forgets to Guard Himself

There are moments—**fleeting, stolen, unintended—**where he lets something slip. A touch that lingers a second too long. A glance softened by something unspoken. A moment where he is simply present, watching them in the dim light of his office, expression unreadable. If they call him out on it, he will scoff, roll his eyes, make some cutting remark. But the moment itself remains. A fragile thing that neither of them fully acknowledge, but both of them understand.

4. When He Thinks They’re Asleep

Late at night, when his partner is curled up beside him, breathing steady, he sometimes allows himself a moment of indulgence. His fingers ghost over their knuckles, tracing absent patterns. His gaze lingers, studying them in a way he never would if they were awake. It’s not love—not in the way most people would define it. But it’s something. A quiet kind of possession. A reminder that, for all his obsession with control, this is the one thing he holds onto without needing to dissect it.

And in the morning? It’s as if nothing happened. His walls are back up, his sharpness returns. But if his partner is observant, they might notice— the faintest hesitation before he pulls away.