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PLEASE YOUR DOEY LOOKS LIKE A PILLOW LEMME SLEEP ON HIM PLEEEEEAAAASSEE (I'm on my knees.)

POV: He is 900 lbs and he decides when sleepy time ends.

Forgot to post this here but i made a dtiys from this artist on twt and it turned out pretty neat but drawing this amount of bubbles was a fucking pAIN 😔

What if some of the toys were singing 'Eclipse of the Heart' and when they get to the chorus, you sing better than everyone there?

Also, hi! I'm also the one who sent you the sugar-rush prompt!

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You and Poppy were upstairs, in your bedroom. You were painting her nails, doing her makeup, and brushing her hair. You played some music and the two of you started singing to ‘Headlock’ by Imogen Heap.

Y/n: “You’ve been walking.”

Poppy: “You’ve been hiding.”

Y/n: “And you look half dead half the time.”

Poppy: “Monitoring you, like machines do.”

Y/n: “You’ve still got it, I’m just keeping an eye.”

Poppy: “You’ve been walking.”

Y/n: “You’ve been hiding.”

Poppy: “And you look half dead half the time.”

Y/n: “Monitoring you, like machines do.”

Poppy: “You’ve still got it, I’m just keeping an eye.”

You two continued singing and dressing up Poppy. She had a cute little sundress, her in a ponytail, and rainbow nails.

Poppy: “Thanks you, Angel!”

Y/n: “No problem, honey!”

Poppy: “I didn’t know you could sing like that.”

Y/n: “I used to sing a lot with my family and in school.”

As you two continued talking, a little critter, CraftyCorn, overheard to you and Poppy singing,

The little toy ran down to the others.

Craftycorn: “Hey guys!”

Everyone’s attention faced Craftycorn.

Craftycorn: “We should sing karaoke!”

Doey: “That could be fun!”

Bobby Bearhug: “I’m a great singer!”

Dogday: “We should ask Mom/Dad!”

The toys came upstairs and asked you if they can sing karaoke and you agreed. You had a karaoke set you haven’t used in a few years. Luckily it still works and you got it set up.

Y/n: “So, what do you guys want to sing?”

The toys thought to themselves, until a little critter, Catnap, spoke up.

Catnap: “How about ‘Eclipse of the Heart?’ I remember we would sing that song at the factory.”

Y/n: “That’s sweet. We can sing that song.”

You turn on the microphone and played the song. Catnap started singing first. Some other mini critters, Kissy, and Yarnaby sat on the couch and watched. Kissy and Yarnaby couldn’t sing anyway.

Catnap: “Turn around, Every now and then I get a little bit lonely and you’re never coming ‘round”

Dogday: “Turn around, Every now and then I get a little bit tired of listening to the sound of my tears’’

Picky Piggy: “Turn around, Every now and then I get a little bit nervous that the best of all the years have gone by”

Poppy: “Turn around, Every now and then I get a little bit terrified and then I see the look in your eyes”

Bobby Bearhug: “Turn around, Bright eyes, Every now and then I fall apart”

Doey: “Turn around, Bright eyes, Every now and then I fall apart”

Y/n: “And I need to know tonight and I need you more than ever. And if you only hold me tight we’ll be holding on forever. And we’ll only be making it right ‘cause we’ll never be wrong together.”

You handed the mic to Doey, but he didn’t take it. He stared at you, while the music continued playing. When you looked around the room, everyone was staring.

Y/n: “Umm… What’s everyone staring at?”

Poppy: “You, angel. I didn’t know you could sing that well.”

Doey: “You really sing like an angel!”

Kissy wrote a 10 on her write board, rating your singing.

Y/n: “Aww, Thanks. I used you sing a lot in school plays and I sung that song for a school play.”

But before you all could continue singing, Yarnaby screamed.

Yarnaby: “RAWRRR!”

Y/n: “Yarnaby, are you trying to sing too?“

Yarnaby: “RAWRRR!”

Y/n: “AHAHA! Come on, you can sing with me!”

You all continued singing songs and dancing. You felt nostalgic singing karaoke again. Back in the plays or with family and friends. You enjoyed the moment with your new family.

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Interloper

Of all of the things that should’ve been bugging Dogday, such as the looming goal of killing the Prototype on the horizon or perhaps the fact he needs to learn to move without his legs to fight, it was the stowaway that bothered him the most.

You didn’t even realize it was following you until Catnap was gone and you were taking a well deserved rest in the quiet Playcare. All of the miniature critters usually kept their distance, but one bold toy followed your little team around. And when it was noticed by the ever vigilant Kissy, it merely bowed forward onto its front legs, tail wagging a mile a minute.

“Oh!” You gasped, approaching the small Dogday toy despite your larger companion’s soft growls. The smaller dog was quick to shove its nose into your offered palm, nuzzling and licking at your fingers. “Aw. Hello, cutie!”

Dogday shifted, gripping your shoulders tight from his place between your back and the grab-pack. “Angel. . .”

You tossed him a grin. “He seems pretty friendly. Now that Catnap isn’t scaring them anymore, I bet all the mini critters have gotten sweeter!”

Poppy gave a soft shake of her head, leaning against’s Kissy’s head with a distrusting wrinkle of her nose. “Or they’re hungry and want to beg the next strongest person they can find.”

You didn’t seem to mind the idea. Dogday stretched his neck, watching you dig into your pocket and produce a bag of peanuts. The smaller toy, despite your cooing, cocked its head at the food you knocked into your palms. But desperation didn’t leave room for pickiness, and it quickly gobbled up the peanuts.

Despite the horrors the both of you had seen, the little Dogday charmed you easily. You happily picked the toy up, cradling it, scratching behind its floppy ears and around its neck. It howled softly for you, wiggling with unretained joy as its tail made audible smacks against your hips.

“Angel. . .” Dogday said again. The miniature in your arms froze, staring up at him with wide, emotionless eyes. “Perhaps we should leave the little critters to the Playcare. It is their home.”

You just pouted. Dogday’s resolve wavered at the mere poke of your bottom lip, a silly expression that made all of this feel so normal. Your silliness, shining through in moments of stress and peace both, were balms to frazzled nerves. Not just Dogday’s, if Poppy and Kissy’s shared glance said anything.

“But he’s so cute.” You half whined, nuzzling your own nose into the little dog’s head. It immediately began to wiggle again, huffy barks of delight panting out as it tried to lick your face despite the awkward angle. Dogday growled lowly. “Hm. . . How ‘bouts I call you Peanuts? You like that, little man?”

You held the newly named Peanuts above your head, and he howled.

“Guess that answers that!” You chirped. To Dogday’s displeasure, you tucked Peanuts into your hoodie, letting its head and two little paws poke out the collar. “Shall we keep moving?”

Peanuts became very dear to you as you continued to move through the factory towards your next destination. Dogday tried not to mind it; after all, everyone needed something to decompress and just let themselves be entertained by in the midst of so much torture and despair.

But Peanuts being that for you meant that Dogday could not be that thing for you. And perhaps he was a little. . . frustrated that he couldn’t make you laugh how the little dog could.

He watched, glaring, as you played with Peanuts. You tossed a small ball the dog had found in the rubble of the factory, cheering and applauding as Peanuts fetched it. Peanuts hopped and yipped happily, especially when you showered it in kisses.

Dogday growled into his crossed arms. “Not that impressive.”

A snicker made his hackles rise. “What was that, Dogday?” He turned further into his arms, content to fully face the floor instead of look at Poppy’s smirk. “Something the matter?”

“No.” Dogday huffed.

Poppy snickered again. “Oh? So the fact that Angel is so enamored with the other Dogday doesn’t bother you at all?” Dogday lifted his head to glare at the doll. She just shook her head at him. “Silly. You’re jealous over nothing.”

Dogday didn’t bother that with a response. What would he have to be jealous about? Sure, he was aching a bit for your attention, but you’d eventually give it to him. He just had to be patient. After all, he was the one you tended to sleep near when exhaustion befell you. He protected you, made you feel safe. You had said so yourself.

So Dogday waited for tiredness to cross your face. You yawned into your fist, cradling Peanuts in the other arm. The toy whined at you, but you still set him down, pulling some blankets from the grab-pack’s storage.

Dogday’s tail thumped against the ground some. “Come rest, angel. It’s been a long day.”

You nodded. “Sure has!” But as you came over, throwing blankets over yourself and Dogday both, curling into his side and nuzzling into his (admittedly matted) fur, a yowl shook the air. “Peanuts!?”

Peanuts yowled and growled, jumping towards Dogday to snap at him then jumping back. It bit your pant leg, tugging hard as it could and whining loudly when you couldn’t be moved.

Poppy laughed loudly. “Aw! He’s jealous!” Kissy bopped Peanuts on the head with her hand, brows furrowed, but the dog did not quit.

Dogday, feeling you shift to stand up, growled. It was a deep, rumbling noise that he didn’t hold back. Peanuts fell over in surprise from the noise, obviously not expecting to have retaliation. It whined, but recognizing defeat, skittered off towards where Kissy sat against a wall, sliding under her knees. She huffed.

Pleased, Dogday settled back down, glancing at you. You cocked a brow at him, so he quickly closed his eyes to avoid any accusations. Luckily you merely chuckled, lightly bopping him on the nose with your hand.

“Silly.” You hummed, relaxing against him.

Maybe he was. But having your attention again, your fingers running through his fur and your heartbeat against his side, made him far more agreeable.

He didn’t even bite when he woke up to find Peanuts wormed into your little pile, wrapped in your arms and sleep-kicking his ribs.

Is it alright if I try to make a masterpost of your works? I perfectly understand if not, though!

Oh course you can! 👍🏾

Dogday!! Trying to figure out a way to send a Y/N in there to help him.

Rambles under the cut.

(I drew my sona in these cuz self-indulgent, but if I ever write anything it'll be a reader insert with little to no canon design.)

Design notes: Took some elements from his game model as well as his cartoon design. I think when we see him, he is emaciated and/or stretched out, the way CatNap is said to be able to stretch. Don't know if that's an ability all Smiling Critters have though. For now I'm saying it is SOMEWHAT but CatNap is the better at it by MILES. In any case, that's why he's not quite as lanky as he is in game, and is also a bit shorter.

I also he can be bipedal or quadrupedal, much like CatNap seems to be able to switch back and forth. A bit more animalistic than his cartoon counterpart, but part of that is just him not wanting to tower over the children and employees all the time, so drops down to all fours quite a bit.

The fur texture on his ears in the game cave him a floofy cocker spaniel look so I went with that instead of the less floofy ears he has in the cartoon and his original plushie.

The white pupils being absent when we see him I believe is a sign of how weak he is. When healthy, all the Bigger Bodies Smiling Critters have them, much like CatNap does.

Trying to actually keep his huge open-mouth smile at all times, unlike with my FNAF stuff where I give them more of an ability to emote. That said trying to get him to look angry or sad was a challenge. Sad I think worked okay but the one where I meant him to look angry he looks more cocky or smirky than mad. Tender moments are a bit harder too, as keeping that huge grin with more tender eyes results in him looking either drunk or horney or just like he's not taking the moment very seriously, haha.

And the story? Not sure yet, bouncing around a few ideas, though I don't think I'll have the reader and the player be the same person. Reader might be someone who came up in PlayCare alongside Dogday. Perhaps they knew each other as kids when Dogday was still human. Haven't decided how much of this Dogday remembers or at what point the reader realizes Dogday is their old friend who got "adopted".

Reader grows up the Playcare and is given a job once they're an adult. (Something something starting the brainwashing and normalization of bullshit early to make employees who are more willing to look the other way?)

Dogday somehow kept them hidden during the Hour of Joy and the reader's been living in the caves ever since. (The caves open up so much possibility for people being hidden in the factory. Much easier to say there's an unknown offshoot of a natural cave system than an unknown part of the factory.)

How are they staying fed? Uhhhh...cave mushrooms? Trips to the surface? Moss? Stale vending machine candy? I don't know yet.

Not sure how to pull a happy ending out of this horror but I'm trying. Maybe the reader convinces Dogday to leave after Ch 3 because he'd be too weak to help anyway or something? And uh...I'm just gonna pretend since he's kinda a plushie he can be sewn back together even though I'm PRETTY SURE canonically the inclusion of blood and guts makes that...not a thing.

Just remember guys...all winds blow away...eventually.

Sneak peek of the next story. Shout out to @ghrgrsfdesfrfg

The tape ended and left you with confused and shocked. Poppy was Elliot’s daughter? She did have something to do with ‘The Hour of Joy?’ Not leaving? What can you do?

Poppy playtime x Gender Neutral Reader “Finally Free” Scenarios.

This is just going to be a platonic story No romance stories or request. You can request something scenarios, you want me to write about, but anyway let’s get started! Warning: Angst and fluff

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Distractions 

Life with your new toy family was challenging, since as trying to leave your house, hiding them from friends and family, and working.

You worked from home so you didn’t have to worry about leaving them alone. However, when you would try to concentrate, the mini critters would run around playing or they would try to climb or jump into the cabinets for candy. Luckily, Doey was there to help you with the mini critters, so you knew you can count on him.

Kickin Chicken: “Hurry up, Hoppy! I want those skittles!”

Hoppy was trying to jump on the counter and into the cabinets for the bag of sweets you bought for the toys. But you tried to put them away so the toys (mainly the critters) won’t try to eat them all. This didn’t stop them.

Hoppy Hopscotch: “I got it!”

Picky Piggy: “Shhh… Or Mama/Papa will hear us.”

Y/N: “Hoppy? Kickin? Picky? What are you doing?”

Hoppy, Kickin, & Picky: “Nothing!”

You didn’t believe them. Doey sat next to you in your office while you worked on your computer. He would just sit nexts to you and just talk about anything. Like a child telling their mother about their day at school.

Y/N: Doey, if it’s not too much trouble , can you check on them?”

Doey: “No problem, mom/dad!”

Doey went out your office and into the kitchen to see nothing but an empty bag of sweets and three little critters when full bellies.

Doey: “Are you guys serious!? You are the whole bag?!”

Picky Piggy: “Hehe, Guess we got a little carried away,huh?”

Hoppy couldn’t say anything, but groan at the pain of her full belly. Kickin’s couldn’t handle of the sugar in his stomach and threw up rainbow puke on the floor. Doey immediately called your name and you rushed out to see the mess in your kitchen and clearly you were angry with the critters.

Y/N: “How many times do I have to time you not to jump on counters and eat up all the candy?”

Hoppy Hopscotch: “None, Angel.

Y/N: “I shouldn’t have to tell you.”

Hoppy, Kickin, Picky: We’re sorry, Angel!”

Y/N: “It’s okay, but next time you’ll listen to me.”

You and Doey had to clean up the vomit.

Others times when you were working the critters and Kissy would running around and play.

Y/N: “Guys, can you settle down, I can’t focus.”

Critters: “Sorry, Mama/Papa.”

Nightmares

Even if you and the toys were out the factory, you all couldn’t forget how terrible it was in the factory. You had nightmares of the bigger toys like Huggy Wuggy or Catnap chasing or not being able to save the toys.

The toys had it worse. Doey worrying if he’s not strong enough to help you or the little critters or hurting someone because of his temper, Kissy’s nightmare about the Prototype or being strapped down by scientists, Dogday being chained up and critters eating his organs, or Poppy being trapped in her case again. They were afraid and needed you.

One night, you woke up to sounds. It sounded like sniffling. You opened your eyes to see it was Kissy.

Y/N: “ Kissy, are you okay?”

Her eyes were flooded were tears and she was shaking. Even if she was smiling, you knew she was sad.

Y/N: “ Come here, honey.”

Kissy crawled over the other sleeping toys and hugged you. You placed a kiss on her head and rubbed her back.

Y/N: “It’s all going to be okay, I won’t let anyone hurt you.”

Other night, Doey woke you up due to him having a nightmare.

Y/N: “Another nightmare?”

Doey: “Uh-Huh.”

Y/N: “You wanna talk about it?”

Doey: “No, I just wanna get my mind off it.”

You laid down with Doey on the bed and held him close.

Y/N: “It’s all going to be okay.”

Doey looked up at you.

Doey: “Can you sing me a lullaby?”

Y/N: “Anything for you, sweetie.”

You sang “Rockabye,” by Clean Bandit, (A/N: I know this song didn’t come out in 2005, but this will be the lullaby) this helped Doey go to sleep.

Y/N: “I’ll always be there for you.”

Yarnaby got nightmares of burning to death and you leaving him to die.

He would wake you up to make sure you were with me and to pet him.

Dogday got phantom pain around his waist. You would rubbed his belly to make sure him was okay.

Playtime

Now that you were all out of the factory, the toys can finally run outside and play in the grass without worrying about something attacking them. You bought toys, books, and puzzles for activities and a white board for Kissy so she can communicate. Doey mentioned a book him and the toys like to read back in the factory.

Dogday and Yarnaby would run around in the fields or sit out in the sun. You couldn’t find it there, but you bought it for a book store. “The adventures of the word wizard!” At night, you would read the toys a bedtime story and most of the time they would pick that book.”

Y/N: “ Okay guys, what book do you want me to read.

Toys: “The adventures of the word wizard!”

Y/N: “Don’t you guys want to read a different book?”

Toys: “Please?”

They all gave you puppy eyes and you reluctantly agreed. You all headed to the bedroom and the toys gathered together in bed while you read the story. By the time you finished everyone was asleep.

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No, Dogday live! Had to draw myself saving Dogday.

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