#smiling critters modern au

[m3l0v3trees]

SMILING CRITTERS X READER

MODERN AU

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A/N: *Throws a table* Im mad as shit with this. You guys better not flop this shit. And I take requests so request anything you want because I'm bored.

Ships: Dogday and catnap x reader

Besties: Bobby, craftycorn, picky, hoppy

Friends: Bubba, kickin

Warnings: cringe?

About Y/N: A female, 19-20 years old, blue eyes, and white casual dress just above your knee, and white shoes

Enjoy I guess

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A flower angel

Growing up was difficult for you. You never knew your parents and had a difficult childhood. You pretty much live with your grandmother. You had two other siblings both are twins. And yet, you. Your the runt in the litter. Weak and fragile and yet kind and sweet. You have a kind soul of what people would say. You were fragile and beautiful like a fragile flower. People often found you sweet and gentle.

You live in a small village away from the city. People in the village know you from that point on. You were pretty much popular there due to your kind and gentle soul. And of course you never been to school. Your grandmother never had the money to afford you to school. So you mostly spend your time in the flower field reading all sorts of kind of books. You spent your free time learning, reading, and helping your loved ones. But you have a problem. You have social anxiety. Your the shy and weird type of people your age say.

You struggle with communicating and cooperate with other people your age. They often make fun of you. But you are kind to those who are older than you. And that with said, you have zero friends except for the elders. Well, you did try to make friends but, you always get laughed on and then you would run off crying. Nevertheless your kind and good kid.

Some people found you being weird. For example, first, you talk to animals like they are a person. Second, you always pick and make flower crowns. And three, you always bring books to the flower field. That's what made them think your weird.

They often asked you why do you always go run off to the flower field with a full basket of books. And for you. You always answer, ‘Because it's fun!’. Yeah, they found it weird.

Nevertheless, Your a good, kind, and sweet granddaughter that your grandmother could ever had.

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“Grandma, I'm off to the flower field!” You shouted from outside the door.

“Alright, be careful dear!” Your grandmother shouted.

Hearing your grandmother shouted back. You went off to the small forest to go to the flower field. Holding your basket of books and snacks, you continue to walk through the small path of the small forest leading to the flower field not quite far.

You walk through the small forest path. Listening to the wind gushing the leaves making a pleasant sound and some birds chirping happily. You were the nature type. You love going through a scroll in the small forest as it leads through the flower field.

After a while of walking. You Finally arrived at the flower field. You started to smile. You began to run through the field going straight at the small hill with a tree on top of it, in the middle of the field.

After putting your basket down near the tree. You got up and stared at flowers as some flower petals got blown by the wind. You smiled at nature's calmness. Your white dress gets blown a little by the wind.

‘Nature is really beautiful... It wouldn't hurt to run around, right?’ you thought.

Nevertheless, you began to run around the flower field like a child. You run around, picking some flowers, and make flower crowns by colour order. Red, orange, green, blue, sky blue, purple, and pink. Nature is really calming and you even got back from being child even tho you're an adult, but you didn't care at all.

You continue to finish the last the last flower crown till a slight tap on the shoulder startled you. You let out a small ‘Eek!’ and turned around to see who or what it was. Upon turning around and looking up from the legs of someone. You look to see a red bear smiling at you.

You both stared to each other. Your blue eyes widen a bit.

‘Who... And what... is this?’ you thought.

“U-um... H-hi?” you said scared and nervously.

“Hi there! Sorry for startling you! But, I'm bobby bearhug!” She smiled.

You hesitated to response back, but she was nice to you and didn't she didn't do anything bad to you. Oh your too kind hearted Y/N

“M-my... Name is.. Y/N..” You said sheepishly.

“Nice to meet you, Y/N! And again! I'm sorry for starting you..” She sat beside you and smiled.

You smile and shook your head.

“No.. Not at all.. just didn't know that someone.. like you be here..” You look up to the sky and then back to bobby.

“What.. are you tho?” You questioned.

“Oh! I'm a bigger body toy! But kinda more human like, you know?” She smiled sheepishly.

“I won't really lie but, your quite beautiful for bigger body toy... And yet, You look like a.. rose you even smelled like one..” As the seconds pass by you didn't felt scared but felt... Safe and calm.

Bobby was kinda shock to hear that from someone even from a human. She smiled happily and pulled you into a bear hug.

“Ooh! Your too kind, Y/N! And your beautiful too!” She said.

You didn't know the upcoming bear hug but, you didn't mind this moment. You hugged back sniffing bobby at some point.

‘She really is like a rose...’ You thought.

You both pulled away from the embrace and started to laugh and chuckle. You both then bonded and talking about eachother. You gave her a red flower crown as you both chatted, eating snacks, and read books with each other.

’This is.. what a friend is like...’ You thought.

It was almost sunset as the sun was nearly coming to settle.

“Its getting late... My grandmother would be worried if I can't get home in time...” You said.

“Same. Well then...” Bobby stands up and then helping you up.

“I'll see you tomorrow! And then we can talk about our days!” She said. You nodded and smiled.

“Thank you...”

“Thank you for what, Y/N?”

“For being my new friend!” You smiled so happily. You pulled her into a hug as she also hugged you back.

“No problem, girl! And I also thank you for being a new friend to me too!” She chuckled.

You both pulled away from your hug and started to depart in your ways. You wave her goodbye with a wide happy smile. As she gladly waved back and went off.

‘I can't wait till tomorrow!” You both thought.

You walked home and arrived at your porch before the sun had settled. You open your door and saw your grandmother with a worried and concerned face, but it turned into a surprise and shocked face to see you smiling happily.

“Y/N, dear? What got you smiling like a happy kid?” she chuckled as her face turned to somewhat happy.

“I made a new friend, grandmother! She was kinda and sweet too!” You said.

You both went to the dinner table and started to eat as you told your grandmother about your new friend. She was happy to see her granddaughter finally had someone to be happy with. The night never became so long and happy as you ramble at your grandmother.

“She must be a great friend to have.” Your grandmother spoke.

“She was!” you chuckled out happily.

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A/N: yes it's short but I'm busy because I'm doing this at school. So comment and like if you want part 2 and please reblog this if you have time.

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[m3l0v3trees]

Take my credit card and go! Buy him a bigger one! And oh! Buy some clothes 'cause we 're gonna have some ~FASHION!~

*Childish giggles*

Poppy's Angel reaction to see this bed=

The bed is perfect for Dogday; but Dogday doesn't know how to react to it.

[the-modern-critters]

The reason you can't spew the red smoke is because the original Catnap toys spewed a form of the gas, and gave a lot of kids blood boiling nightmares, so I think they removed it with the new toy line.

“Oh yeah…”

“You know the new toy line should’ve gave us outfits too…”

[bun-z-bakery]

(Repost from my abandoned account) these are just my personal head canons for dogday. this is a survivor au

(All characters are over 18 btw)

-dogday sometimes has dog like tendencies, like growling, barking etc.

-he doesn't remember a lot about his life as a worker but will share stories he remembers of his human life once you two become close.

-man is like a love sick puppy. First you save him? Give him legs? AND a home?! And his friends are here too?! You really are his angel.

-he's very protective of his angel. He can't have anyone take them away or even hurt them. Plus all those years locked away, he can't loose you, you're his hope.

-this man will most certainly plan his confession, script and all. Maybe you're away at work and this is something he's been working on for a while. He's always bringing you little gifts on his hunting trips (depending on if you like to collect rocks and such) but this dude went out of his way to find the best of the best. Even somehow found flowers beautiful enough to almost rival your beauty, keyword: almost.

-he enjoys spending time with you, poppy and kissy, he enjoys playing outside with you three, even if you guys have been out of the factory for years already. They still enjoy the outside world.

-I know bro is huge, like dude is taller than an American door way (according to some measurements fans have made, hes 9'5) if you're a shorty (like me 5 feet even😭) he will most definitely pick you up and carry you like a dogtoy. He likes the feeling of carrying his angel, it gives him a sense of pride doing so. Even if you accidentally hit the ceiling or he needs to really get down so you don't hit the top of the doorframe, he will always apologize or joke about it.

-he's a cuddler, he LOVES cuddling! He has his own giant dog bed in your shared room, but he prefers to sleep on your shared bed. If you're away from work and he's eepy, he'll pass out on your bed because it smells like you. Your scent keeps him at bay until you come home. Poor guy will shoot up and push anyone out of his way to be the first to get to you! He sits there on the floor waiting for his mandatory headpats and kisses as soon as he hears your keys.

-it takes his brain a few minutes to properly turn on. After all those years he finally gets proper sleep, I can imagine you waking up first and getting ready for the day to prepare breakfast for the group and you poke him, trying to wake him. He'll mumble some random stuff about not letting rats do taxes then fall back asleep only to be woken again by your pokes still talking nonsense. I can also see him sometimes waking up confused, you know like when you wake up your parents and they're mad for no reason asking what's wrong while gasping for air? (Just me?) I can see him being THAT dead asleep bhahsha

-my take on the survivor au is more of a modern take (as in yes the factory closed years also but reader is possibly in early to late 20s sometime in 20xx / non specified year) so they weren't an employee but probably knew someone like a family member who worked there or was dared to enter the factory (we'll see if I ever post my fanfic haha as these hcs kinda tie into that story) so dogday being alive in the 80s or 90s he probably has like the old school idea of love and attempts to swoon you as such. The flowers, cheesy pick up lines.

-I can imagine because he's not up to date with the newer terms and he might be confused while trying to seem cool haha. "Angel what does rizzler mean?" (Poor peepaw)

- Personally I love the theory that DogDay is an ex worker aka Rich. Which is probably why he was the leader of the smiling critters. Because he was mature enough to make sure everyone was in line/well behaved, I also think some other workers were turned into the mascots too (obviously) but maybe they trusted Rich more so they just threw him into the dance circle and hope that he'd be a good leader.

- this one ties into the first one btw! I like the think that maybe he was one of the mascots when he worked there. Like a guy in the costume who worked with the kids (hence the zipper, how else would the workers get into the bigger body suits?)

- I like to think DogDay likes when Angel calls him by his old human name. Maybe once he opens up more about his human life (or at least bringing up some of the memories he still has) he just randomly brings up his name when talking about a memory and hearing Angel repeat his name back, he'd probably like hearing it. It might make him feel like less of a monster in a sense. Granted I think he wouldn't care about what Angel calls him but he would most definitely prefer for them to alternate. Like you know when someone makes you mad and you use their real name instead of their nickname? He'd hate for his Angel to get mad, especially at him. But when living with 3 other people it can get a bit hectic.

"DogDay! Did you bring mud into the house?!"

"N-No!... "

*silence*

"RICH, WHERE ARE YOU?!"

*footsteps are heard and DogDay bolts out the door*

- Now this head canon I have can go either one of two ways, right? Hear me out. Listen up, listen carefully, and listen closely. (Lmk if you got that reference) ok so back to the zipper! I think the zipper just opens to his organs tbh like the zipper was just left functional in case he needed to be "repaired internally". BUT another thought, I also can see there being some sort of barrier! You know those stuff animals who have their stuffing blocked by a barrier so it doesn't fall out but the zipper opens to a compartment where you can store items? I kinda think that's whats there tbh, I mean it makes sense. What if one of the kids opened the zipper by mistake? Surely there would be a barrier just in case.

- as I mentioned in the last hc post, I can see him trying to swoon Angel in the old romantic type of way. I can see him pinning after Angel hard, at first they wouldn't get the hint, they'd probably think he's thinks he's indebted to them for rescuing them and giving the 3 of them a better and new life. But quickly they realize bro is in love. Of course poppy teases him about it too at some point lol. He doesn't really try to hide it either. I can see poppy and kissy thinking it's sweet and first then they get annoyed once you're the only thing he talk about lol.

- You're married. That's all! No but I can see in his mind you two are basically married. He'd probably want to have new custom star collars made for both of you or maybe even a ring for you and a matching collar or something for him to wear and propose. Of course it will bother him a bit because he can't go out with you, take you on dates or show you off but he trusts you (even though he gets jealous when you smell like someone else) he basically tries his best with what you guys have (If only there was a holiday that came once a year where you guys could go out dressed in customs without looking like freaks).

- He looks like the type of guy who would love pasta. I'm not sure why or how this even came into mind but I just feel like that's what he often wants for dinner. Poppy would probably eat fruit for dinner, kissy isn't really picky, but Dogday would probably be asking for either pasta or meat. Also I think Angel would be hesitant to feed certain foods to Dogday because you know, he's a dog (not really but hear me out) but because he acts like one at times I could see Angel being like haha nope you can't eat this!

*Angel eating chocolate cookies*

"May I have some?" *cutely pouts*

"I don't want you dying, love."

"You know I'm not actually a dog...right?"

ok ok you got me there" (they just really didn't wanna share lol)

- tbh this is more of a general head canon for the toys but I seeing as they had to resort to c*nnibalism. They clearly need food and water to survive. I think catcap was probably keep Dogday alive as a "lol now look at you now, look at me" (yes that's a BP reference) moment but only feeds him when he felt like it, since food is basically scarce in that place. I think that their human organs were transferred over but little things like veins, teeth, tongue, blood vessels basically anything that's not a major organ was made artificially and connected in a sense to those major organs making them function as such.

Yeah that's kinda it lol, there might be some more parts to this if I can think of anything else! But yeahhh that's kinda my hc and rambles lol (I tend to ramble a lot especially when I have to give context, I apologize!)

[butchreg]

a playdate with mari ! ( 1.6k words )

requested by 🐦‍⬛ anon ! i've been really wanting to write something with the jvs especially mari so i was really excited to see this request >:J , not proofread any mistakes are on me.. yellowjackets masterlist here , upcoming list here

summary : you and your friend mari have a playdate while regressed !

tags / warnings : sfw agere , little ! gn reader , reader has a fem mama cg , little ! mari , cg ! akilah , romantic makilah ( outside of regression ) , kiddo ! reader && mari , modern au , playdates , fluff , bossy ! mari a tad , tiny almost fight

The doorbell rings, and you run to get your mama to open the door. You’re not allowed to open the door without her, a rule that typically doesn’t bother you but your friend is here! You know it’s her because you’d watched out the window as the familiar beat up SUV pulled around the corner in front of your house. “Mamaaa,” you holler, barging into her room where she’s folding fresh sheets, humming absentmindedly to herself. “Mari’s here!” you shout excitedly before she can ask what’s the matter. She checks her watch. “Crap, I’m sorry baby I lost track of time. Let’s go let her in, hm?” You nod excitedly, allowing her to guide you to the door, her hand on your back. You pull the door open a wide smile on your face. 

Mari shrieks with excitement upon seeing you, wrapping you up in a clumsy hug. “Ah ah, Mar. What’ve we talked about? Inside voice, hmm?” Akilah, her caretaker, and girlfriend outside of regression speaks to her in a gentle and patient voice. Mari pouts, shrugging, making Akilah chuckle. Your mama has you say hi to Akilah and thank her for bringing Mari before she allows you to tug Mari away into the living room, while the two caregivers stay chatting by the front door. 

Mari has a little bag with her which you curiously point to, asking her what she’s brought today. Upon this, she plops down onto the floor, dumping its contents out to show you her things. She flushes red when her well worn pacifier tumbles to the floor. “My mama can wash it off,” you begin to offer but surprisingly she shakes her head. “It’s fine… ‘M too big for it anyway,” she says, but you notice the way her eyes linger on the discarded item before she shoves it back into the bag. 

You two quickly move on, distracted by the other colorful items she’s brought over.  She’s brought her switch, and you “ooooh” at her pastel pink and yellow joy-cons. She smiles proudly, allowing you to push one of its buttons. “Can we play?” you ask excitedly. 

“Wait, I gotta show you the rest of my stuff first,” she says a little bossily. She has a half filled Mad Libs book, a beat up tree frog Webkinz, a couple solo Calico Critters, a box of crayons, and a fidget cube. A few stray blocks, bandaids, and puzzle pieces are scattered among them as well. “Cool,” you say, shrugging and turning back to her switch. “D’you think we could play now?” 

Mari looks a little upset, expecting you to be much more wowed by her treasures. “Fiiine,” she whines, putting her frog on her lap and messily scooping the rest of her things back into her bag. “We’re playing Mario Kart,” she says matter of factly, getting the game set up. You don’t protest, a big fan of Mario Kart yourself. You never get to play it! Excitedly you reach for one of the joy-cons, the yellow one. 

“No!” she yells, snatching it from you. “I wanna be yellow!” Her yell is enough for your mama to come scrambling into the room. 

“I heard shouts. What’s the matter?” 

“She took it from me!” You tell her, pointing accusingly at Mari. Your caregiver tuts, bending down to get closer to your level. A sheepish look spreads across Mari’s face, as she’s questioned. 

“Is this true?” Mari can’t meet your mama’s eyes but she nods slowly. 

“‘S mine!” she protests. “Yellow’s my favorite…” 

“I can see that,” your caregiver chuckles, taking in Mari’s beloved yellow hoodie and yellow duck socks. “But if you two want to play together, you’ll have to share. Both of you.” She looks between you two.

“I wanna share, I just don’ wanna share my yellow one…” she mumbles. “You can be this one,” she hands you the pink joy-con with a smile. You take the peace offering, already over any hard feelings you may have had a minute ago.

“Can we play now, mama?” you ask, looking up at her. 

“Can you two play nice now?” she asks. You and Mari look at each other, nodding enthusiastically. 

“Sorry,” Mari tells you. You shrug it off, getting down to lay on your stomach in front of the small screen. She follows your lead and the two of you turn your attention back to the game. 

“I want Baby Daisy!” you call.

“Okay,” she agrees. “I’m always Toad.” You giggle at that information. She elbows you playfully in response. You pick your karts before starting the race. 

Mari whines when you beat her. “I want a new kart, mine SUCKS.” You stick your tongue out at her. 

“You’re just mad I won.” 

“Nuh uh, shut up.” You shove her a bit. 

“C’mon admit it!” 

“NUH UH! It’s the kart!” She insists. “Lemme switch, I’ll cream you.” 

You blow a raspberry at her, but gracefully let her switch. To your chagrin, she does in fact cream you in the next few rounds. “Ha! Told ya!” She gleefully brags, playing the highlight reel over and over again. 

“Stop it,” you whine. “I never played that course before!” 

This time she sticks her tongue out at you. You playfully shove her a bit and she shoves back, but the two of you are giggling. You’re so engrossed in the game and each other that you don’t even notice your mama poking her head into the room. 

“Yoohoo!” She calls, chuckling at the sweet sight of the two of you. You look up, a joyful smile on your face. 

“Hi, mama!” you greet her. Mari stops laughing, sitting up, brushing hair out of her eyes and waving. 

“Hi there, kiddo. I wanted to see what the pair of you wanted for lunch. We’ve got mac n cheese, grilled cheese stuff, PB & J…” She ticks off the options on her fingers as she lists them. 

“Mac n cheese!” you holler at the same time Mari shouts for grilled cheese. You two look at each other stubbornly, neither one intending to budge. Mari folds first.

“Is it boxed kind?” Mari asks, cocking her head. 

“Yes, love. Is that alright with you?” Mari thinks for a minute. 

“Mmm, I like Kraft…” she informs the two of you, clearly still pondering. Your mama claps once. 

“Perfect, then. That’s what we’ve got.” You cheer and Mari looks satisfied enough. 

“You wanna do Mad Libs?” Mari asks, turning her attention back to you. You agree, and she delightedly pulls the book out as you turn off the switch. “You wanna go first?” she offers, holding out her jumbo box of crayons towards you. You smile, nodding. You pick out a green crayon, and she jokes that it’s “booger color” making both of you giggle a bit. 

“Umm, noun.” She spots her frog who’s been discarded a few feet away, picking him up. “Frog!” she offers. The two of you continue with the book of Mad Libs, once again getting swept up in the activity, unable to contain your laughter every time you read the silly stories. You fill them out at lightning speed, surprised when what feels like no more than five minutes later your mama calls you for lunch. 

She hands Mari her bowl first, telling you it’s because she’s the guest. Mari looks delighted at this, smiling as she thanks your caregiver. “I know I can be kinda a handful,” she says between bites. “But thanks for letting me come anyway.” Your mama chuckles. 

“You’re quite welcome, Mari. You’re welcome any time.”She reaches over to ruffle her hair, causing you to giggle and Mari to blush.  

After you eat, mama offers to put on a show for you two. Mari nods enthusiastically, and you clap excitedly. She puts on your favorite, Bluey, and your eyes are soon glued to the screen. After an episode or two of Mari animatedly talking about the show, you notice she’s gone quiet. She’s fallen asleep, making soft suckling noises despite having nothing in her mouth due to her earlier claims of being “too big” for her pacifier. 

You get up as quietly as possible so as not to disturb her, padding back into the living room where her bag remains on the floor. You carefully open it, hand closing around the soothing item. You find your mama right where you left her, washing dishes in the kitchen. 

“Mama.” You tap on her shoulder. 

“Hmm? Done with your show already, bun?” You shake your head, opening your hand. 

“Um, Mari dropped it earlier. Could you wash it please?” 

“Sure thing, bud. But why’re you asking instead of her?” 

You lift onto your tiptoes to whisper into her ear. “She said she’s too big for it but she fell ‘sleep and I think she’d like it she just don’t wanna admit it.” 

Mama nods understandingly. ”That’s very sweet of you, bunny.” She kisses your forehead before carefully rinsing the object off. 

Once it’s nice and clean she hands it back to you and you tiptoe back into the den where the show is still playing and Mari is still conked out. You cautiously reach out your hand to slip the pacifier into her mouth. Her lips welcome the object and she hums contentedly, suckling it. 

Laying back against the couch’s pillows your eyes turn back to the tv. It’s not long before your eyelids begin to droop, stomach full and Mari dreaming peacefully mere feet from you. You listen to the silly cartoon voices, watching through bleary eyes, quickly dozing off alongside your best friend.

[crazylittlestorm]

Poppy Playtime au ask blog!

In my au, the toys were freed from the factory, and now are all being kept in some random persons house. There, they will have to learn the ways of modern living and try not to accidentally murder anyone. The majority of the toys are alive, including Huggy, Kissy, Bunzo, Pj, Wuggys, Mommy, Ms. Delight, and all of the smiling critters.

No inappropriate asks and no oc inserts. Those are the rules.

Ref sheets:

[qxuiara]

Information about the Playtime.Co Sentience Au

[🧸] PLAYTIME.CO SENTIENCE AU

[❓] What's it about?

Playtime.Co Sentience is an alternate universe where instead of live, human subjects used for the Bigger Bodies Initiative, Harley Sawyer suggested the use of robots who were programmed with sentience. This means that the orphans who had taken part of the experiments were never turned into living toys, this also means that the Hour of Joy never happened either. Basically all the bad things that happened in Playtime.Co *never* happened in this alternate timeline. The Orphanage and Factory have been working alongside each other in harmony. While yes, it still takes place in 1995 and it's quite odd that the sentience of these robots would be too modern, while I am still thinking of an explanation, I can always default to 'logic'. It's better than having actual children piloting the suits really.

[❓] What roles do the toys have?

The toys retain their original roles in the Bigger Bodies Initiative project, aside from Boxy-Boo who's role is still related, but changed to be less gruesome. There are also toys who were not given a proper role in BBI and were given ones here.

[❓] How would they operate with humans?

They operate like Co-Workers, with the toys being extra needed help that primarily take care of Playtime.Co, with the humans tending to be secondary help as the toys are more efficient than they thought. The two parties don't seem to mind each other and respect one another as they fulfill their roles together.

[❓] Could you give me a brief summary of the toys?

Sure! But I'll only be doing the ones who serve relevance in the au.

Poppy - Assistant to the entirety of the Playtime.Co. Responsible for providing help around Playtime.Co and doing daily check-ups around the many facilities. She also takes note of her fellow Co-Workers, seeing which employee or toy needs to be taken to the Medical Bay to be tended to.

Doctor (The Prototype) - Head Doctor, Inventor, and Advisor. Responsible for aiding employees and toys with their injuries, illnesses, etc. in Playtime.Co. They like to tamper with little trinkets they find and helps in concept making for new toy lines-- occasionally fixes toys that orphans have broken in the Orphanage. It also provides needed advice for those who come to them if ever so needed, they're more than willing to have a little pep-talk with you.

Huggy Wuggy - Security Guard for Playtime.Co alongside Kissy Missy. His job is to patrol the entirety of the place and seek out unwanted people who have snuck their way into the factory. They also lead employees to their assigned stations or escort them out if they weren't supposed to be there.

Kissy Missy - Security Guard for Playtime.Co alongside Huggy Wuggy. Her job is to make sure all that enter the Factory are authorized individuals, visitors who wish to adopt an orphan, and other orphans who have been newly taken to the Orphanage. She gets rid of any threatening individuals who try to break into the facilities. Usually seen juggling their stations at the security lead of the Factory or the front desk at the Orphanage.

Mommy Long Legs - Host and Guide for the Game Station. She makes sure the orphans are engaging and behaving while they're doing their activities in the Game Station, serving as an encouraging figure to hype up the children and make them feel confident as they play the games.

Boxy-Boo - Employee Trainer and Defect Inspector of the entirety of Playtime.Co. He works relatively close to Poppy, but rather than being an assistant, he's the one responsible for training the employees and other toys that happened to be assigned to factory duty. They are also responsible for checking for defects in a toy or the machinery used for the factory. VERY BUSY, only talk to them if urgent or necessary, he doesn't like being bothered while he's doing his job.

Dogday - A Caretaker for the Orphanage and the Leader of the Smiling Critters. He serves as a confident, mentor-like figure towards the orphans, encouraging them to stay physically fit and exercise. He's the one planning the activities inside of Playcare, and teaches everyone the importance of getting along together and have a great time while you're with him.

Catnap - The Main Caretaker for the Orphanage, partial Security. He serves as the observer and peacekeeper of Playcare, making sure that the orphans are behaving and are kept in line while performing activities. He also teaches them how to behave and discipline them if needed. Though at night, his primary role is to make sure all orphans are comfortably tucked in their beds inside Home Sweet Home, patrolling the Orphanage for any mischievous orphans or unwanted visitors at such hours.

Hoppy Hopscotch - A Caretaker for the Orphanage. She serves as a Sporty Idol for the orphans and motivates them to play sports. She highly encourages competitive nature, but makes sure that everything is all in good sport. She loves teaching them tips n' tricks and strategies on how to win games. She'll always be your Number 1 Supporter through and through, no matter what happens.

KickinChicken - A Caretaker for the Orphanage. He serves as everyone's friend and guide in Playcare and instructs them on health and safety regulations from time to time. While he loves it when the orphans want to apply the chill lifestyle, it's also important to learn the DO's and DON'T's while you're at it. During activities, he demonstrates what to do and not to do while occupied with what ever activity the children will be doing, sometimes even going as far to do stunts and come out okay in the end. He doesn't seem to mind it, as long as the orphans are learning something new. If you need someone to hang out with, he's always free.

CraftyCorn - A Caretaker for the Orphanage. She serves as the artistic inspiration that the kids need to crank up their creativity. She's very passionate about art and the beauty around the world. She highly encourages the orphans to pursue in their dreams of becoming artists and even offers advice on how they could improve their techniques.

Bobby Bearhug - A Caretaker for the Orphanage. She serves as a Therapeutic and even Motherly figure towards the orphans, willing to listen to their problems and give them advice on how to mend them, as well as teach them on how to solve them on their own in the near future. She adores it when the children come to visit her and tell her about her how their day went during their time at Playcare.

Picky Piggy - A Caretaker for the Orphanage and Chef. She serves, quite literally, food to the orphans. At mealtime, she's always psyched about hearing what the children are looking forward to in their day and even dabble into some of their conversations from time to time. She takes notes of what meal suggestions the orphans want next, as long as they're healthy of course-- I suppose a few cheat meals won't hurt anyone.

Bubba Bubbaphant - A Caretaker for the Orphanage and Teacher. He serves as the 'complex' teacher for Playcare's School, teaching children more complex school topics in the school; Mathematics, Science, History, etc. While he knows his subjects are hard to grasp, he does teach them well and even encourage them on their homework. He's very passionate about his work, and some day, the kids will thank him for them.

[reikiajakoiranruohoja]

Poppy Playtime: Why Catnap is such a good antagonist

There are plenty of characters who have a gray morality, especially these days. But sometimes we need villains who just are villains and convincing them to change is hard or impossible. (I am not saying any redemption AUs for Catnap aren't valid, I am only talking about canon here.) First of all, Catnap is given a backstory the explains his motives. He was basically a labrat to the scientists at Playcare and the ARG shows he also had trouble fitting in. So we can assume he was not an infant when he lost his parents. The only person who gave him any attention was the Prototype, enough that Theo/Catnap was willing to risk his life for it. He messed up and the Prototype, instead of leaving him to die, saved him at the cost of its freedom. This act made Catnap's loyalty to the Prototype iron-clad. He would do anything for it, even kill. Being turned into not only a Bigger Bodies creature but one that limited his ability to express himself, made the already simmering hatred for Playcare into an inferno. In short, Catnap was the perfect follower for the Prototype. At least, for the Hour of Joy. Despite his tragic past, Catnap is far from a good person. For one, he took part in the Hour of Joy and still reminds his followers of it. Second, Catnap is incredibly cruel. While this stems from his undying loyalty to the Prototype, Catnap's actions are his own and how he handles his prey and heretics is telling. Through chapter 3, Catnap could kill you at any point. But he prefers to stalk you and make you squirm. Like a cat, he loves the chase and he loves the power he has over his prey. Then there is the way he treated Dogday. While the common headcanon is that Catnap cut his legs off, the game indicates a worse fate. Catnap tied Dogday and possibly other Smiling Critters into their cells where they could not move and then let the smaller critters use them as a food source. Dogday wasn't bisected as much as he was slowly eaten alive. Catnap also ensured he would stay alive as long as possible by tying that belt around his waist. So his guts wouldn't fall out and kill Dogday prematurely. Nothing indicates the Protype ordered Catnap to punish the heretics this way, it is all Catnap's own zealous and twisted invention. He could have taken Dogday out fast, instead he lets the dog suffer for his heresy. Ironically, I think this is why Catnap became a liability to the Prototype. Catnap was content starving and playing his twisted games and praying to the Prototype. The Prototype needs those who still want out, not a high priest performing sermons in its name. This is why I think Catnap is one of the best villains in modern media. Sure he has a tragic past, but he is Judge Frollo levels of cruel and zealous.

[nickolasnickname]

*one day my soul left my body after i died in the modern smiling critters au and my soul spawned at the digital circus...and i wake up seemingly confused on where i am...*

What the...?

*Samuel notices*

*A man in a bartender's suit and wearing a Christmas themed top hat you'd find on snowmen walks up*

Hello there.

[bazyboo13]

The Sun's Blind Caring au Info

This au takes place in modern day. It's the start of Sebastian's, a teenager (same one from my New Family au), school year and tragedy has struck leaving Sebastian burnt out. It seems like someone has been watching him.

Sebastian wakes up, in the middle of the night, to his TV acting strange. He put on a streaming service. Why was cable television on? All of a sudden a show he's never heard of turns on...

A show called "Smiling Critters"

An episode started and he heard someone call out to him. One of the characters in the show seemed to be self aware, addressing Sebastian personally. The character was an orange dog.

He got out of bed to get some water when the dog came out of the TV and grabs Sebastian. He was taken into the Cartoon world.

When he wakes up he is greeted by that same dog staring him right in the face.

"YOU'RE AWAKE!"

Sebastian is dazed and confused, just being kidnapped and all. Dogday introduces himself and pulls Sebastian up. Sebastian looks down at his hands only to see blue, fur covered, paws.

"what... Is this..!"

All I'll say for now!

[m3l0v3trees]

can I get a story about all 8 smiling Critters watching male!reader playing a fighting game and they all help him by telling him what moves to use and then they see him do a special finisher that they never seen and then after he won the smiling critters pick male!reader up and throw him up as they start to chant his name

Oooh!! Nice one dude/dudette! Gotta give ya credit there, pal! Anyways! Might as well do it for you. Besides I hate seeing people's requests turned down, so I hope you enjoy this

Winner! Hurray!

Let's start off with you! Yes, you! Let's just say, you're the game boy type, but still not a pro tho.

The critters were doing their own things like, craftycorn doing arts, catnap napping, dogday cleaning with bobby, kickin chicken and hoppy eating, while bubba and picky cooked.

And you? You're in the living room playing your favourite fighting video game.

As everyone finishes whatever they are doing, they hear you grunt loudly in the living throwing something too.

"uh... Should we check him?" Hoppy suggested.

Then a loud crash was heard, with no hesitation the critters came in the living room and saw you with an angry face as you continue to play the final boss of the game.

"Come on, you shit ass boss!" You shouted unaware of the others.

They sweat dropped watching you getting shit ass mad over a game.

"Angel! Language!" Dogday shouted making you yelp and look at his way only to not see him but with the others too.

You 'hmph' as you crossed your arms looked away with an angry pouty face that catnap found it cute (wink, wink)

After sometime talking it over they all decided that once in for all! They will help you with the game by telling you the combat moves.

You play the game with critters on each other side of you.

"Drop kick!" Kickin shouted.

"Double kick!"

"kick his feet!"

"Elbow the stomach!"

"punch his chin!"

Everyone kept shouting for combat moves while catnap just watched.

It took a good 30 minutes and finally! The boss has been defeated!

"We... We did it- WOAH!" You shriek getting lift up by the critters.

"you did it, Y/N!"

"Congratulations!"

"Snack time!"

"Be careful!"

"Mrr~"

"You won!"

"no... 'We' won!" You corrected.

They all smiled and gave you a group hug making you smile at the warmth of their body.

After a while you all decided to eat lunch. You felt grateful for having supportive friends with you. You would rather not trade them with anything...

Friends are the best!

A/N: phew! Welp! This was short but! Feel free to request me anything and anytime!

[jam-packed]

hiiii no one asked but pt 1 of a billion to my last unicorn au where marc is not a unicorn it will be marcnaia but not u gotta be patient im sry. anyways intro ily

about 1.3k

Casey sighs as he and Enea step carefully through the loose, winding path the forest grants them. They had been looking for a viable lake to fish at for a while, and despite the beauty of the greenwood that surrounded them, Casey knew this was not the place for them. It is far too quiet for comfort, Casey thinks, far too peaceful for him to truly enjoy—he is quite a modern man, as he considers. The trees stand tall and foreboding but plentiful and lush; the ground without leaves or brambles—not a prickle of snow has seen the ample soil beneath them—each blade of grass stands just tall enough to tickle the hairs on Enea’s naked ankles; each critter and creature they saw met them with curiosity and childlike wonder but leaving enough distance where Casey would not have to prevent Enea from taking something home; the birds sing sweet melodies into their ears, each note seeming to lead them closer and closer to where they would like to be; and Casey gets the lucky remnants of delicate and decadent speckled fur in the corners of his eyes—bright specks flitting in his vision to-and-fro.

Casey puts his hand on Enea’s shoulder, forcing his attention from the beauty enveloping them. “We must look elsewhere, Enea. This is no place for us.”

“What do you mean?” Enea’s eyes sparkle as he asks, mesmerized by the twisting leaves in the reaching branches above them, shining sparse but angelic light onto the two—kissing each curl on Enea’s head and spinning them to gold.

“There is magic here, my friend, learned slight by those that dwell in the cerval’s forest.”

“Cerval?”

“You are too young to have seen one, Enea, for the one here is lone in this world.” Casey declares, looking into the deep brush of the forest, where two bewildering moon-slit eyes follow him intently; he knows better than to stay here now. “We must think better than to fish here, lest we remove the world of any more magic.”

“Tell me of it, since I have not seen one—not heard of one,” Enea pleads with shining eyes, his boyish charm much more apparent now than even when they first met those fair months ago, in a small pub far from where the sun sets on them now. “Tell me, Casey.”

Casey hums, feeling tiny, near minuscule ants crawl up his calf with no care, and he grants them such privilege. “My great-grandmother���maybe even great-great-grandmother—told my mother, who told me, of her meetings with one. It came to her, rather than her to it—as most seem to do—and–”

“Did she capture it?” Enea’s voice trembles slightly.

“Of course not, dearest Enea. She simply sat near it, with the barest of a smile upon her lips to perhaps bring it close to her, and it did. It laid its head in her lap and licked the small sprouts of blood that flourished from her hands, healing the cuts that may have wounded her. Then it fell asleep, bringing her along with it—she only woke when she found it had gone, leaving her clothes barren of blemishes and bruises.”

“What did it look like?”

A smile floats onto Casey’s face. “Its eyes reflect the moon, and its fur is as soft as a well-loved cat’s.”

“Where did they all go, my love?”

Casey shrugs, his face flaring from the title Enea bestows him with. “Things change. There are things greater than us that haunt the Earth—it is no place for grand creatures such as he.”

There is a pregnant pause from Enea, bare of his usual thoughts and questions and mistakes in his speech that Casey finds ever so endearing. He looks around the forest for what they both come to know will be their last, the floral air kissing him sweetly. “Yes,” Enea says, determination set on his brow. He adjusts the rod and bag that lay upon his back, taking deep steps into the forest floor as if running towards the outer world beyond them. “Yes, let us fish someplace else.”

They reach the forest’s edge quickly—the blinding eyes following each move with careful precision—and Casey turns towards the poor creature, knowing its presence despite his decided lack of vision about it. He frowns as his voice cracks on his tongue, teeth clicking together reluctantly with each word.

“Do not leave here, dear wolf, for the world out here will ensure your end; keep in your forest, keep it lush and bright, with each creature protected by your grand stead—for no other can do as you do, for you are the last.” Casey can feel his eyes fill with salt and glistening pity. “I wish you luck, my friend; beware of men and girls that will only become bitter, old, and silly.”

The two take their leave, their packs full of nets, rods, bait, and gear gone along with them, and the cerval wolf’s gaze falls from them with a slow, dreary sadness. “Is it true?” He asks the forest he habits, his voice hoarse and crackling from disuse—it would frighten him if he allowed himself fear. “Am I really all that is left?”

He does not prance like the deer that follow his horrified sprint. He throws himself to the ground, twisting and crying in the dirt and gravel, biting at his tail and bowed legs for some poor sense of comfort. 

“How selfish they all are!” He growls through his mournful yelps. “My brother, my beloved brother! How could I live if he has left me, too?” The sprawling roots and sagging blades of grass hug at the poor creature’s shivering and solitary bod. The cerval drags itself up to lay by the river bed, its water akin to a mirror—clear and unwaning—if the pitiful beast had ever seen the latter to compare the two. He weeps once more, his tears mixing deep into the minute waves that come from the small waterfall nearby. He takes a drink, kissing the surface of the water with his speckled fur and padded nose, only to replenish himself of the tears he lost so he may start anew.

The heavens fall to darkness, the only light coming from the moon and stars shining through the trees’ fair leaves and branches overhead, and the heart-rending wolf has stayed in its tragic state for—to him—what felt like days. “Maybe,” he thinks out loud to the fish beneath the quivering ripples of the river beside him, “maybe I am to leave this place. What do men know? I could find them with ease, with pride. I am a great beast like no other; men tremble before me, and thunder calls my name—it would be with great ease, yes.” He swats at the brown trout taunting him from below, catching one by pulling it to the edge—where the water and soil meet in hopeful embrace—lifting it with his claws and peering at the poor thing with deep, bright, curious eyes. “Or maybe I should stay,” he concedes, pushing the rather dull trout back into the glistening waters. “I cannot really leave.” He stands to walk the river’s stream. “If I am truly the only one, I cannot leave for selfish reasons as they all have.”

He laughs to himself, “The forest will make fun, they will make me cry on return, and I will never leave again.”

“Yes,” he decides. “I will not leave. There is no possibility for it.”

[the-modern-critters]

Is Catnap immune to the red smoke?

“Yeah… but I can’t spew it out for some reason.”

[kingofthe-egirls]

BUTTERFLY: LUFFY x Y/N (modern au part 7)

modern au

(cw: mma!luffy, celebrity, dress shopping, flirty banter, food mention, interview w Teen Vogue reporter, reader is a camgirl)

(a/n: help)

Songs: “The Louvre” by Lorde

words: 1.4k

****

“I’m not askin’ what I look like,” Luffy drawls with a crooked smirk. His hands are loose in his pockets as he steps closer, space minimizing between his heated body and yours. “I’m askin’ if ya like whatcha see. Cmon, kitty, how’re the threads?”

He leers at you in his fitted black suit, paired with a deep red, satin button down the color of a dry cabaret sauvignon. A silver chain with a skull-and-crossbones hangs around his neck. It glitters between his exposed collarbones. You want to take it off with your teeth.

“Sexy.”

He snickers, and rushes back into the changing room. “Awesome,” is all he says as he finishes redressing.

You’re standing outside the velvet curtain holding the socks, tie, and pocket square that match the suit.

He adds a Rolex to the mix.

You both check out of the swanky menswear shop, and head down the sparkling strip to find you a dress.

****

You stand in the fitting room, obscured by a black door with a chalkboard sign that says “#2” in a curly, squiggly font.

You’d decided to hit one of the local thrift stores, decked out in miniature Calico Critter toys, porcelain tea sets, vintage dresses, and strange plants. Luffy seems comfortable enough, chatting with the elderly saleswoman at the counter.

You squirm.

You’re wearing a deep red velveteen dress with a gathered waist and a slit up the side. It’s heavy, and smells like mothballs. You shimmy out of it; the texture is abhorrent.

“How’s it goin’, dollface?”

Luffy asks you through the kitschy little door. His sandals scuff the uneven floorboards on the other side of the fitting room. You’re tangling your limbs in an emerald green

cocktail dress with too-tight sleeves.

“Struggling!”

You huff with an honest sigh.

“What’s wrong? Need my help?” He asks cheekily, and you snort.

“Not yet, Prince Charming.”

He laughs, but lays off the banter. It’s a sorta sweet balance that you two have found with each other.

Luffy knocks on the door.

“How’s this one? Saleslady said—,” he stops as you open the door, still half-dressed in a champagne gown. It’s pale pink with diamond shimmers. The sweetheart neckline dives between your breasts, tapered empire waistline revealing the goddess-like, Boticelli version of your pear-shaped body. The long, flowy skirt wraps around your legs in waves. There’s a subtle slit to your thigh, and you found a rose gold clutch to match.

You slowly turn, sweeping your hair to the side so he can zip the back of the slinky, incandescent gown.

His fingers are slow as he clips the zipper up your exposed back.

“What jewelry d’ya want?”

He asks, raspy.

****

You decide on a single, Swarovski swan pendent with a rose-quartz center. The wings of the silver swan are outstretched behind her, with a diamondesque eye sparkling at the center of her graceful face.

You spray Daisy by Marc Jacobs at your pulse points. You curl your hair. You apply eyeshadow, lip liner, and gloss. You contour and highlight: blush, false lashes, winged eyeliner, everything.

You stare at yourself in the mirror of Luffy’s luxurious bathroom.

Sparkling.

Glittering.

Insane.

****

The dinner lasts so long.

You find yourself picking at the fabric napkin in your lap: undoing scratchy threads as you fiddle.

There’s so much social labor.

You have no idea how your boyfriend does it. It’s so many hours of smiling, chatting, answering questions, social media marketing, and more.

Everything said is scrutinized. Laborious. Every single face you make has a chance to be photographed. Immortalized. Tweeted. Instagrammed.

Commented on.

You scrunch your nose to the side, staring down at your green tea sorbet. A dessert that is so light and refreshing actual tears spring to your eyes as you taste the light green ice.

The champagne is sweet.

Your stomach is sour.

Luffy is standing off to the side, doing an interview. The reporter is smiling, seemingly kind.

Luffy kicks ass at interviews.

The social media burnout seems to roll off his back. Like staring into flashing lights doesn’t dizzy his head. Like he can still focus through the humming buzz of food, conversation, drinks, and laughter.

You feel like a scared rabbit.

Someone bumps your elbow, and you squeak out a frozen gasp of terror. Someone laughs, and the tension leaves your body as you force yourself to breathe. You’re safe, here.

It’s just new, is all.

“Sorry bout that,” someone says, as they hover next to your seat. You force yourself to see past lights and sounds and system overload. Person. Individual. Someone is standing next to you and you must learn their name. “Is this seat taken?”

You shake your head, and shift so they have room to sit in Luffy’s vacant seat. They’re lovely: dressed in sky blue and silver accents.

“Maria.”

You smile wide at hearing her name, her pronouns, her career as a social media manager. She’s working at Teen Vogue, something you particularly respect. “Is it okay if I ask you some questions? It’s super interesting to see your social media presence as an egirl,” she smiles, “And I’d love to see what you have to say about it! It’s okay if you’re a little overwhelmed,” she allows. She had a gap between her front two teeth.

She is sparkling.

“Sure! I’m an open book, really. My social filter is all outta wack,” you admit, shyly. But you hope your open body language and softer voice help get the “friends” message across.

Expression. Communication.

Honesty.

Sweetness.

Swiftness.

She starts:

“So, how long has it been since you started camming?” She licks her lips, iPhone recording the conversation. She sets it on her knee, face up. She had a daisy-patterned pop socket.

“I started in 2020, once the pandemic started. I started an OnlyFans, and I haven’t really looked back since. Although, I take some breaks now and again.”

She smiles, “Breaks are healthy,” she assures you, as someone starts filming you over her shoulder. You scoop another bite of sorbet.

“So, what would you say is the most interesting thing about your career?”

“Mm!” You hum through a mouthful of green tea ice, “So many things! It’s so creatively expressive. I get to assign myself whatever roles I want,” you start bragging a little, “Since I choose whoever I wanna cosplay. It’s also so sweet to see what content people vibe with. Like, someone said they listen to my ASMR as they fall asleep! It’s amazing, seeing that someone sees you as their comfort content, y’know?” You smile, rambling a bit.

She smiles, though. She seems to enjoy listening. So you smile, too.

“Awesome, that’s super cool. What are some challenges about sex work?”

You nod, sober.

“The shame. People want to criticize me so much for showing my body onscreen, but burlesque has been around for centuries. The art of the striptease, the art of pornography, the skills of prostitution—it’s all so gorgeous. It’s got its shadow side, like everything, so when I speak about sex work as a career, I am always only ever speaking about consensual sex.”

She nods sagely, listening.

“So, um…ah—is it okay if I speak more on this?” You ask nervously. The napkin is scrunched into knots in your fists. The reporter—Maria—nods. She is smiling, and focused. Her eyes are deep brown, with fluffy eyelashes even without mascara.

She is not wearing makeup.

You smudge at your own lipstick, wishing you could swipe it off.

“Okay, so…it’s a way for me to flirt with strangers on the internet. It’s like, a very fun thing to do for me,” you smile, honestly. “And that’s how I met Monkey D. Luffy! Oh, I hope that’s okay to say,” you suddenly fret, social filter glitching out. “It’s so hard to understand censorship,” you confess, “I’m an adult performer so like…all the stuff I say is gonna be, like, eighteen plus. Or like, how do you decide what’s private and what’s public? It’s all so discomfortable,” you huff.

She smiles, laughing softly.

“I understand. Is there anything else you wanna say?” She has her hands folded in front of her, with several silver rings on her slender, piano-player fingers.

“Don’t say he met me through my day job, please.”

She meets your eyes, scanning.

“Seriously.”

She nods, satisfied.

“Thanks so much for your time, Miss Hero Butterfly!” She smiles, and stands up. Her dress rustled around her. She has a butterfly pendant in her hair. You smile, and stand to shake her hand.

“I love your butterfly necklace,” you say, grinning.

She winks.

“I wore it for you.”

****

[pickalilywrites]

Modern AU, 10 year old Zeke gets to meet his new baby brother, Eren at the hospital

ty this was rly satisfying to write :)

brotherhood

zeke jaeger. modern au. 1806 words.

“Aren’t you excited to be a big brother?” one of the nurses asks. She kneels beside Zeke, smiling up at his disgruntled expression. Rather than being inside with the doctor and other nurses, this woman had the unfortunate assignment of appeasing ten-year-old Zeke, who wanted to be as far away from the hospital as possible. She had done everything she could: offered to play games with him, coaxed him with toys, and given him sweets. Nothing seems to be able to lift his mood.  

“I’m not going to be a brother,” Zeke says stubbornly once more, kicking at the floor and nearly hitting the nurse beside him. He doesn’t bother with an apology. He had already told her to leave him alone. He glances back at the room where his stepmother is currently giving birth. He can hear her cries through the door and the encouraging words of his father and the doctor as they guide her through her labor. “That’s not my mom. No matter what anyone says, I’m not going to be her kid’s brother. We’re not family.”  

Zeke knows that he’s too old to be throwing a tantrum, but he’s told his father time and time again that he could never accept his new family. He wanted his family to be the way it used to be: just him, his father, and his mom. He hated it when his parents told him they weren’t living together anymore. When they officially divorced, Zeke didn’t leave his bedroom for two weeks. He didn’t care for it when his father brought home a new woman or when he eventually announced that Zeke was going to have another mom. Even though his father and Carla were over the moon when they announced that Carla was pregnant, Zeke just stormed up to his room in a huff and waited for his mom to come pick him up.  

His mother doesn’t care for Carla and his father’s new kid either. She only rolled her eyes when Zeke told her about Carla’s pregnancy. Whenever Zeke’s father brought up anything about the baby — the baby shower, the baby’s new room, the due date — Zeke’s mom would nod and listen passively, but she never asked any questions because she didn’t care to hear any more than was necessary.  

Zeke had hoped that he would be with his mom when the baby was born. He didn’t want to be stuck in a hospital, abandoned in the hallway while his father forgot him for his new family. He hates the sharp, sterile smell of the hospital hallways and the strained cries of Carla as she struggled through her labor. He’s been here for hours waiting, probably half a day, but his mother hasn’t even come by to pick him up. He can’t really blame her, though. He wouldn’t want to see his dad either.  

The nurse sits down next to Zeke, the same patient smile on her face. He’s been incredibly stubborn this entire time, but she hasn’t let her smile crack even once. Zeke doesn’t know if it’s because she’s a saint or just good at hiding her emotions. 

“I’m sure you’ll feel different when the baby is born,” the nurse tells him.  

Zeke scoffs and slumps lower into the uncomfortable hospital chair, his arms crossed against his chest. “I doubt it. It’s not like it’ll be any different from other babies. It’ll just cry all the time for its mom.”  

The baby hadn’t even come and Zeke was already tired of it. It was all Carla and his father would talk about it. They would talk about potential names for it — Eren if it were boy and Faye if it were a girl. They spent so much time converting their home office into a playroom for the kid, buying new furniture and painting the walls a pastel blue. Carla would ask if Zeke wanted to help decorate the walls with decals of different fish and ocean critters, but Zeke would icily decline. He didn’t understand what the fuss was about. Zeke could somewhat understand Carla’s excitement, but his father was equally restless as if he didn’t already have a kid from his first marriage.  

“I want to go home,” Zeke says sullenly. His head hangs so that his chin hits his chest. He hates the way his bottom lip trembles. “I don’t know why my dad brought me here anyway when he’s going to have a new kid.”  

“Oh, sweetie. It’s not like that at all,” the nurse says, and she reaches out to cover his hand with hers. Zeke wants to snatch it away out of spite, but her hand is so comforting. It’s been a while since anyone has ever thought to comfort him. Even his mother doesn’t bother with him sometimes, too caught up in her own bitterness to attend to him because he should be old enough to handle his emotions anyway, so Zeke lets the nurse hold his hand. “Zeke, your father loves you. Your stepmom loves you, too. They keep asking about you. Why do you think the nurses keep coming in and out of the room?”  

Zeke bites his bottom lip. He had noticed the nurses coming in and out, but he thought that was normal. He assumed they were just grabbing supplies. Now that the nurse mentions it, he does remember the other nurses casting a glance at him every time they passed him, but he thought it was because they were afraid he’d run off while his parents were in the delivery room.  

“They care about you so much, honey,” the nurse says. She gives his hand another comforting squeeze. “Before your father went into the delivery room, he told me to take good care of you. He told me to yell if you needed anything at all. Luckily, you’ve been such a well-behaved and mature kid, so I haven’t had to call him for anything.”  

Zeke purses his lips, feeling guilty. Even though the nurse had praised him, he knows he’s been ornery and difficult this entire time. Carla and his father had been in there worrying about him amidst the baby’s delivery, and he hadn’t even been concerned about Carla and the baby’s wellbeing once. 

Hesitantly, Zeke asks the nurse, “Is the baby going to be born soon? They’ve been in there for a really long time. Is it bad if the mom is there for a really long time?”  

The nurse reaches out to pat Zeke on the head. "It’s sweet of you to be concerned, but you don’t have anything to be worried about. It usually takes a long time for the baby to come, especially if this is your stepmom’s first baby. It won’t be long now. We just need to be patient.”  

Zeke sits up straighter and nods. Even though it was the nurse that had held his hand earlier, now he clings to her, his grasp so tight that his knuckles have turned white as he waits for news of the baby to emerge from the doors of the delivery room.  

The nurse had said it would only be a little while until the baby finally came, but every minute passes by so agonizingly slow that Zeke isn’t sure time is passing by at all. When the time came that the baby was finally born, the doors of the delivery burst open and Zeke’s father emerged, red-faced and sweating. He kneels before Zeke, grasping his son’s hands in his with an expression of pure delight on his face. 

“Zeke, the baby’s here. You’re a brother!” his father gasps.  

Zeke isn’t used to such attention from his father, but he doesn’t pull his hand away like he usually would. He gives his father an uncertain smile. “I-is Carla okay? The baby is alright?” he stammers.  

“Yes, yes, let’s go see them,” Zeke’s father says. He pulls Zeke up and begins to usher him towards the delivery room. 

Zeke stumbles towards the door and gives the nurse a backwards glance, but she gestures for him to go on with a reassuring smile.  

When Zeke enters the room, he sees the nurses fussing about the hospital bed where Carla lays with the baby. She looks exhausted, her hair plastered against her forehead and her face shining with sweat. Still, the expression on her face is serene as she looks down at the child in her arms, her gaze full of love as she looks at the little one. For a moment, a familiar jealousy surges within Zeke before he recalls what the nurse had said to him earlier.  

He approaches Carla’s bed with hesitancy. He had always been cold to her, but she looks over and smile at him with the warmth she’s always had when she sees he’s arrived.  

“Oh, Zeke. I’m so sorry. You must have been waiting for so long outside. I didn’t mean to make you wait that long,” Carla tells him. 

“It’s okay. I’m a big kid now. It wasn’t that long anyway,” Zeke says. His gaze is drawn to the baby in Carla’s arms. It’s far smaller than Zeke had expected it to be. Its face is red and scrunched up, and it begins to fuss in Carla’s arms even as she rocks him and coos. “Is it ... is the baby alright?”  

“He’s alright. He’s just excited to meet everyone,” Carla replies with a little laugh.  

“He?”  

“Yes, he. You have a little brother now. His name is Eren,” Carla says. She smiles when she sees the surprise on Zeke’s face. “Would you like to hold him?”  

“I don’t know how -” Zeke begins, but Carla is already holding out the baby to him. He’s afraid he might drop the baby and that Eren will shatter into a million pieces, but Carla gently guides his arms so that he can properly hold Eren and support his head. Once again, Zeke marvels at just how small the baby is.  

The baby no longer fusses now that he’s in Zeke’s arms. Eren lets out contented noises as Zeke rocks him back and forth gently. He reaches out his tiny hands, grasping for something, and Zeke offers his younger brother a finger. Eren’s fingers barely wrap around one of Zeke’s fingers, but it delights the baby, who lets out a delighted gurgling noise. 

“Look at that,” Carla smiles. “He likes his older brother already.”  

Zeke feels his face flush after being referred to as Eren’s older brother, but he finds he doesn’t dislike it. Zeke looks down at his baby brother clinging onto his finger. Having just been born, Eren can’t even open his eyes yet, but he grasps on to Zeke so tightly. The elder can’t help but smile. He doesn’t know what kind of brother he’ll be, but he’ll try to be a good one.  

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Alright, everyone. The long wait is over. Here is the link to my story of my AU: Lost Memory AU

Lost Memory AU: Prologue (3330 words) by Haruto_poamnf Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Poppy Playtime (Video Game) Rating: Mature Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: DogDay & The Player (Poppy Playtime), DogDay & Experiment 1006 | The Prototype (Poppy Playtime), DogDay & Smiling Critters (Poppy Playtime), No Romantic Relationship(s), for now - Relationship Characters: DogDay (Poppy Playtime), CatNap (Poppy Playtime), PickyPiggy (Poppy Playtime), CraftyCorn (Poppy Playtime), Bubba Bubbaphant (Poppy Playtime), Bobby BearHug (Poppy Playtime), Hoppy Hopscotch (Poppy Playtime), KickinChicken (Poppy Playtime), Smiling Critters (Poppy Playtime), The Player (Poppy Playtime), Katheren My OC - Character, Experiment 1006 | The Prototype (Poppy Playtime) Additional Tags: Implied/Referenced Abuse, Mental Breakdown, Emotional/Psychological Abuse, Psychological Torture, Physical Abuse, Scars, DogDay Needs a Hug (Poppy Playtime), Trans DogDay (Poppy Playtime), Transfem Dogday, Transgender, Demisexual Dogday (Poppy Playtime), Nonbinary Player (Poppy Playtime), DogDay Has His Legs (Poppy Playtime), Therapy, Healing, Protective Player (Poppy Playtime), Lost Memory AU, LMAU, Canon-Typical Violence, For this story at least, Somebody Lives/Not Everyone Dies, Body Modification, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Smiling Critters Live (Poppy Playtime), Smiling Critter OC: Katheren the Hedgehog Series: Part 1 of Lost Memory AU Summary: Part One of Lost Memory AU: Dogday was a simple dog who was the leader of the Smiling Critters, always smiling and happy to spend time with his friends, especially his best friend, Catnap. One day, the Smiling Critters decided to play a harmless cruel prank on Dogday, then threw a surprise party later on. However, due to their actions, Dogday runs away and disappears, never to be seen again. Years later, Day, by herself, decided to walk since she needed to be independent, only to meet a familiar face from the past…