Okay But Like, What If They Didnt Kill His Mom And I Could Pretend She Came Back And He Finally Had Someone

Hi, omg I've been reading your poppy playtime stories and I Just want to say how amazing they are and 10 out of 10 for all of them. But anyways, I have a suggestion. Is it all right?

Could you do one with the player climbing a tree to grab a toy for one of the critters. And falls and breaks their arm. Please, but you don't have to do it if you don't like it.

Bye have a good day!!

-massivestarlightearthquake.

No, I think this is a good idea. Thank you for requesting this idea and I hope you enjoy ❤️ Request #15

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You were all outside, playing with each other and running around.

Doey, Dogman, Kissy, and Yarnaby were running around, playing tag in the backyard.

The mini critters, you, and Poppy were playing soccer. But, one of the critters kicked the ball into the woods.

Hoppy hopscotch: “Oops.”

Bubba Bubbaphant: “Where did it go?”

Y/n: “Let’s go look for it.”

You, Poppy, and the critters went to look for the ball.

Poppy: “There it is!”

The ball was stuck in a tree.

Hoppy hopscotch: “I’m better than I thought.”

Mini Dogday: “How can we get the ball down?”

Y/n: “I’ll get it down.”

You began to climb the tree to reach the ball.

Poppy: “Be careful, Angel!”

Y/n: “Don’t worry, Poppyseed! I’ve been climbing trees since I was a kid.

Poppy: “Yea, but you’re not a kid anymore!”

Y/n: “Don’t worry! I got this!”

You reached for the ball and you grabbed it.

Y/n: “See? I told you I got this!”

But after your statement, the tree branch was about to snap.

Y/n: “Oh shit!”

Poppy: “Angel, get down from there!”

Before you could get off the tree, the branch snap and you fell down.

Poppy: “ANGEL!”

Poppy’s shouts could be heard from the whole backyard and the bigger toys came over to see what happened.

Doey: “What’s going on!?”

Dogday: “Poppy, what happened to Angel!?”

Poppy: “They fell that tree!”

Doey & Dogday: “WHAT!?”

The two ran to you, only to see you like this:

Dogday: “OH MY GOD, ANGEL!”

The mini critters, Poppy, and the bigger toys panicked.

Y/n: “Call 911…” you murmured.

Dogday: “What?”

Y/n: “Call 911…”

Poppy: “What are you saying?”

Y/n: “CALL 911 NOW!!!”

Doey: “OK, OK!!”

Doey ran into the house and called for an ambulance. About 10 minutes later, paramedics came and took you away.

Hours later, all the toys could be was wait. All the toys were worried. Kissy, Yarnaby, and the mini critters were in tears worrying about you. Poppy kept trying to reassure that you would be okay.

Dogday was waiting by the door, hoping you’d come back soon.

Doey was pacing back and forth.He was so worried. Hoping you’d come back.

Jack: “Is angel going to be okay?”

Kevin: “What are they going to do to them?”

Matthew: “Y/n’s going to be okay. They just went to the hospital.

Just like that, the door unlocked to show you with your arm in a white cast. All the toys ran up to you.

Y/n: “Hey, guys.”

Dogday: “Angel, you’re okay!”

Doey: “What happened!”

Poppy: “How are you feeling?”

You walked over to the couch and sat down.

Y/n: “I’m fine. Doctors said I have an oblique fracture. It could take 6 to 8 weeks to heal.

Toys: “6 to 8 weeks!?”

Y/n: “Yea, so now I’m stuck wearing this stupid cast.

Hoppy hopscotch: “Angel?”

Y/n: “Hm?”

Hoppy Hopscotch: “I’m sorry for kicking the ball into the tree. If I didn’t get the ball stuck, you wouldn’t have climbed up and broke your arm.”

Y/n: “No, this was my fault. If I haven’t been so reckless, I won’t be in this cast. And in the future, I have to be more careful.”

Craftycorn looked at your cast and placed a sticker on it.

Y/n: “Aww, thank you, Crafty.”

The toys got an idea and began decorating your cast.

Your cast was covered in signatures, stickers, and drawings. You could feel your arm healing already.

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"...well, this is quite a scene." Poppy placed a hand on her chin, watching the scene from Kissy's shoulder.

The two monster toys followed the two individuals around with their eyes, as they ran across their base, which was all but temporary, and the one place they deemed safe and amicable to make a "home". Given their distraction, the shenanigan was all, if not intriguing.

At first, you'd get an instant memory of when you have to bathe your dog, since the ordeal is just the same; having to chase them around the house, or either coax them into the bath tub with some peanut butter.

This case, however, was the former.

"A-Angel!" Dogday squeaks, his arms flailing as he dragged himself around the room, a bashful smile on his face as he tried to run away from you, as you were also hot on his tail (not pun intended, despite Dogday still having a small tail, which surprised you the first time you found out), chasing him around the room in circles, tho of course making sure to keep it at a steady pace to allow Dogday to make a run for it (also not pun intended), keeping the atmosphere playful.

You had a mischiveous smirk plastered on your face, also crawling like Dogday, like a predator with its prey, as you went after him, trying to grab him, but he managed to escape for brief moments.

"Angel- Angel, please," Your companion stammers, trying to sweet talk himself out of the situation. "K-Kid, Angel- Our beacon of hope, our sunshine- don't!"

"What's going on now?" Poppy finally asked, feeling confused but also intrigued, as she could tell the hilarity of the situation. "Why do you keep chasing him?"

You chuckle on your own, explaining the situation just well despite Dogday's stumbled excuses.

"...you wanna hear what again?" Poppy blinked in bewilderment, while Kissy Missy tilted her head.

"It's all lies!" The bisected dog yelped, tossing a pillow in your direction, but you dodge it with ease. "There's nothing to check, and there's no reason for you to- Ahhh!!"

Whatever threat he had in his tongue went away as you decided to put your Grabpack to good use, the hands immediately wrapping Dogday's waist and pulling him closer as they retracted. How utterly convenient.

"Angel- Angel, come on- Please- Please!" Dogday started to babble, putting his hands up in defense as your smirk turned into a wicked grin, wiggling your fingers at him.

"P-Please, have mercy!" He cries, even tho you haven't even started yet. "Please, no-OHOHOHOHO!!" Until you did, your fingers scrambling all over his stomach, right below where he kept his belt.

"Ooh, you guys are having a tickle fight!" Poppy chirps, finally connecting the dots with a smile. "Well, just be sure to not make too much noise, otherwise-"

"SNRK-!!" A loud, raspy noise broke into the room, and when Poppy and Kissy looked, they saw Dogday covering his mouth, his cheeks even redder than Poppy's hair.

You grin in satisfaction, your fingers stilling right where they had scratched.

Dogday shoots you a stern look, but it doesn't hold the malice he intends to, given his flustered state.

"A-Angel- HGGK!!" Alas, it was Dogday that made the noise, his hands reaching for your wrists to pry them away from where they were; on that particular spot where his bandages began, everytime you tickled him there, you'd manage to trigger his squeaker, the which was very worn out by now, but the way it made Dogday sound was utterly adorable.

"Aww, it's like a piggy!" Poppy giggled dearly, with Kissy flapping her hands in delight. The owner of the snort-esque squeaks grumbled loudly.

"Nooooo..." He whines, but soon "snorted" once more as you tickled him again. "Okahahahay! That's enough!"

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Oh Yarnaby....

Nothing like a good massage to work the stress out…

ANYWAY.

Time to preheat the oven 💖

getting to his head more of the 'harley turns leith into a toy' au

Is it me or am I getting over obsess with the smiling critters?

Just friends?

How are things going with Doey?

what if-

I thought I was gonna get this done in February, but better late than never.

Here’s my Doey Commercial animatic

Boop! :P

O-Oh! Haha!