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donutz · 3 months

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Yandere Catnap x female smiling critter cat reader

Request from Wattpad—! Here you go Shaymi999☆

You weren’t the only cat out of the smiling critters.

There was another one, Catnap. Though, you were very much like him.

You were barely any different from him! The only difference is that you were a girl(and maybe the color, it depends on what color you want to be).

You were quiet, sneaky, hid in the dark, interacted with others, but not so happily. Even if it looked like you hated being at Playtime co, it wasn’t that bad here.

Other than the abusive workers.

And Catnap stalking you.

You didn’t find it that creepy, but it did annoy you a little bit. Why couldn’t he just interact with you? Yet you caught him looking at you every time.

Cat instincts, that’s all. Y’know, maybe he wanted you gone because he wants to be the only cat critter.

You’ll just have to wait.

There would be times where you tried to talk to him, but he’d just walk away.

You don’t know why, he could at least just listen to you. Makes you feel a little sad.

Of course, somebody noticed. That was Dogday.

“Mew, you’ve been seeming kind of down these days, are you alright?”

“... Yea, it’s just that. Catnap’s been ignoring me. I try to talk to him, but he just walks away.”

Dogday furrowed his eyebrows a little, pretty disappointed in Catnap’s actions.

“Oh alright, I’ll try to talk about it with him..”

“Oh, thanks Dogday.”

After that, you caught Catnap right behind you staring at you. It happened quite often.

… At least he wasn’t hiding in the shadows.

.

But now, 10 years later, he’s always in the shadows.

And 10 years later, you’re here, roaming the halls just like Catnap. You wish you could check up on Dogday, but you can’t Catnap’s too possessive.

If you even tried to sneak around to talk to him, Dogday would be dead the next hour. Not from Catnap’s hands, but from the smaller critters' mouths.

You wish you could just see your best friend one last time.

But you can, just this one time. Why? So you could alert Dogday that his body will be taken over by the smaller critters.

The tinies were listening in of course, excited to finally get their fill.

Why does the only time you get to talk to him the time where you tell him how he dies? Sometimes you wished Catnap wasn’t so possessive. You feel as if he would trust Dogday but— apparently you were wrong.

“Oh.. I guess I’ll have to prepare for the future.”

You wish you could rub your head against his and tell him it’s okay. You wish you didn’t have to tell him the way he dies. You wish you could’ve just passed like the other critters.

What made you so special?

“...” You would’ve told him you’re sorry, but you know Catnap was watching. He would’ve told the smaller critters to make Dogday’s death more painful and slow.

You just want him to be put out of his misery. He could’ve just agreed with serving the prototype and he would’ve lived.

But that’s not the Dogday you know.

And apparently, the player arrived so you have to go.

Even if they were already dealing with the smaller demonic version of the Smiling Critters, Catnap was determined to kill them. Or, to hunt he says.

Catnap wants to kill the player, but wouldn’t mind you doing it instead.

Unfortunately, there were hiding spots in the play area. The place where there’s different colored blocks and random holes that the small ones come from.

You were looking for the player, and since you saw the hiding spots, you looked in them. After some time you finally spotted them.

You grabbed them and threw them on the ground. They used their grab pack and grabbed at your eye. You tried to stop them by grabbing their face, but the hand took your eye out of its place.

And for some reason that singular eye was heavily connected to the organs in your system.

The player scurried towards a possible exit in the place, and ran, leaving you to die by yourself.

Catnap thought you could handle it yourself. But you didn’t.

Not only did you being dead anger him even more. But he didn’t want to hunt anymore, he wanted to torture and kill that stupid player.

He loved you so much that he didn’t even give up your body to the Prototype. You weren’t just some toy, you were his love.

Thankfully, the Prototype accepted the fact Catnap wanted to keep you.

After that, every way Catnap planned just to spook the player, wasn’t just giving them a little scare anymore. It was supposed to terrify them. To make them feel threatened.

To make them scream whenever he came near them.

He even released his red gas to make them have horrific hallucinations.

He nearly killed them, but didn’t, he wanted them to go through the pain he experienced.

But no matter how much torture they went through, it will never make up for the death they caused.

It will never replace your death.

It will never make him as happy as he was when you made him happy.

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diggykit-kat · 3 months

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𝑫𝒐𝒈𝑫𝒂𝒚 x Reader Pt.3

Although it was out of character for him to do such a thing, you wrote it off...he's still a good person...right? There was nothing wrong with it, you just forgot about it. You needed it in order to survive, right?

It was late and you've been doing well. DogDay made sure to feed you a large amount of the strange meat. Its taste grew on you, despite it coming from a possibly dead fucking body.

You lay in the den, your back up against DogDay's leg. He plays with your hair and makes sure to keep you safe from the entities outside of this ‘safe zone’

"Little Angel...I have a question. Do you have family that's looking for you right now?" he asks while brushing his hand through your hair. It felt nice. He continued to stroke your hair, letting you rest in his grip.

You looked up at him and said “No, I just came out of thin air, and pop I’m here! Matter of fact I am not even excited” You snickered

DogDay gave you a quick smirk. "Smart-aleck, hm? You know well that's a lie. You never talk about your past. Your past that involves family...friends...I don't know, it's like you just want to pretend it never happened."

“Oh, I don’t want to hear you talk after the whole ass MEAT incident. I don't hear you going around and saying, ‘Well I just gave a human another human!”

Your words stung DogDay. The dog growled "Don't you even dare say that. I'm only doing this for your safety. Do you know what would've happened if I let you starve out there? You'd have died like the rest. You would've been torn to literal SHREDS by the Mini Smiling Critters...you'd have died horribly. I'm trying to keep YOU alive, doll, and that's the truth."

…you open your mouth to say something before dropping it and shrug “damn- well I can’t say anything to that. Fuck.”

DogDay nodded and kept petting your hair. “I know what i do looks horrible, but I'm the only one that wants to keep you safe. Everyone else just wants you dead. I’m doing all of this because I care. I’ve never really cared or liked anything else in my life, but with you…it's different. I…I care about you. So much, and I can't let you go.”

Your jaw drops “YOU CANT SAY THAT TO A FUCKING CHILD! You know how wrong that is. Never tell I child that, Jesus Christ!”

"I don't care." DogDay spoke softly again, his tone was full of remorse. "I don't care what anyone else thinks. Because at the end of the day, I'm the only person that you're stuck with. I don't care if it's wrong. Don't you see that I care for you more than anyone else? I'm all you've got...that's a fact."

“Damn you can’t gaslight anyone these days” you muttered “I had a whole thing going” You sighed and crossed your arms

He laughs and keeps stroking your hair. "I know, aren't I cruel? So awful, right?" he chuckled, seemingly enjoying that you were getting annoyed. He sighed. "But...you have to realize, you are stuck here. I've kept you from danger and kept you from dying. And I mean...you do like my cooking...right?"

“I mean I tasted better in the school cafeteria” you whisper

DogDay's head snapped towards you suddenly like a predator. "You...what did you say?"

Before you could even open your mouth there was an ungodly sound, like bones rubbing together…CatNap.

DogDay froze, his ears and tail dropping. You could see him shaking like a leaf. CatNap was here. "...stay as quiet as you can..." he whispered

You nodded and followed along with DogDay

You hid in the closet...hiding behind the coats in it. In just a few seconds, the door flew off its hinges. CatNap appeared in the opening of the doorway. His body was covered in blood...some fresh, others dried, and some...rotting. "There you are, DogDay...I see you're hiding." CatNap's voice was warped and twisted into an evil mockery of a normal person's voice...like a psychopath.

CatNap raised his hands and laughed evilly. "I heard you two talking...don't you dare think I wouldn't stop by. You're such a predictable creature DogDay...and you...little child"

You scoffed “Hey I'm pretty tall for my age you Pussy!”

"Pussy? Oh...oh how sweet. That's cute. Do you really believe that I'll take offense to that? You have a lot of balls, little child."

You gasp and cover your mouth “Ooo he cussed”

DogDay yells “NOW IS NOT THE TIME ANGEL”

CatNap sniggered and looked down at DogDay. "Oh, you're actually protecting her? Now that's a first for you. I wonder how she'd taste...just a taste would probably do..."

DogDay snarled “Don't you go near her you baste-”

CatNap's arm shot out, wrapping around DogDay's throat. He tightened his grip. "You're protecting a human...after I told you to take her out into that warzone and let her fend for herself...you've always been weak. Always following orders blindly, like a puppet, never thinking for yourself."

“DOGDAY!!!” You screamed

CatNap laugh as DogDay gasped for air. "Ah, yes...you're quite loud..too bad your screams won't reach anyone. But oh. I forgot"

You grabbed a broken pipe nearby, swatting his head forcefully as you could with it, cutting your hands in the proces, DogDay gets dropped to the ground as catnap roars, scrambling away “NOW THAT'S A PUSSY!” You yelled

as CatNap ran off you ran over to DogDay who was coughing like he just smoked ten pounds of weed

“DogDay…are you okay? Are you hurt”

DogDay took several deep breaths as he looked up at you. "I should be asking that to you, doll. Are you okay?" then he gave you a small smirk. "You know...I didn't know how you were capable of swinging that thing with such ease...you remind me of someone. You're a fierce little warrior, aren't you?"

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dark-hoodie-thoughts · 3 months

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Hour Of Comfort

Requested by: @cupophrogs

Bunzo would be more fidgety and silent the employees screams haunt him, the new found silence in the factory would change him.

He would spend his time in the memory room or with you, he would avoid the others everytime he sees them he remembers the things they did, he did.

Bunzo would cling to you everytime he's around you he'd listen to you intensely, he'll try anything to forget the thing they call 'the hour of joy'.

He regrets it almost everyday, bunzo loved when the kids would come and play, he loved to see you help and play with them but now everything is silent and dirty.

Bunzo would try and find things he could do that keeps his mind off of it and keep to himself when he feels venerable even though you tell him not too he feels like a burden.

After a while bunzo slowly returns to his former self he would branch out to the others like mommy and kissy and he would spend more time with you.

Bunzo would cuddle you each night sometimes holding you tighter then the last when the silence gets to him, you get him and comfort him.

He would open up to you more and try to get out of the corner he kept himself in for soo long and when he finally gets out, feeling back to normal he'll thank you and praise you for sticking by him.

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wakebymoonsleepbysun · 3 months

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Word count (total for both chapters): ~3800

Yoooo let's go rescue DogDay!

Let's also see if I can have two active WIPs at once. ^^;

#poppy playtime fanfic #dogday #ppt dogday #poppy playtime dogday #dogday x reader #dogday x y/n #ppt dogday x reader #ppt dogday x y/n #poppy playtime dogday x reader #poppy playtime dogday x y/n #x reader #my writing

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collectingsorrows444 · 3 months

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Coming Soon on ao3….

Fanciful Hiraeth

By Ghost_Sorrows24

“You entered the place. You explored it. Of course you did! All for a stupid dare, uh-huh. Or was it really for that dare? Wasn’t the reason you came here because of your curiosity? Your stupidity? You and your dumb teen brain can't get things right. Always letting your impulsive and intrusive thoughts get ahead of you.”

🧾📂ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁☆

Your 14-year-old-self was dared to enter the abandoned factory call Playtime Co. where it was said that the employees and kids went missing. Initially, you didn’t want to go, having the fear of not wanting to lose your parents' trust again. But the name sounds oddly familiar, and you can’t place a finger on why. Even your own memory was failing on you. You and your stupid mind, if only you were as smart in these situations like you were academically.

You let your own thoughts take over your actions, no doubts, no second takes. You let yourself get dragged into this mess. You’ve finally lost it. Now having to see multiple things and hear it, you want to catch a break. Your own clothes are now dirtied and ragged, your skin clammy and start to come back with acne.

How long has it been since you’ve seen the stars in the night sky? Oh right, you’ve never seen the stars before, having your eyesight fail you as the years go on. Such a shame, if only you had not come into this company’s property in the first place. Now they’ve proclaimed you as their savior.

:)

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Can’t wait to let you guys know if it’s release once Chapter One and Two has been written! ^^ Poppy Playtime has recently became back into one of my main obsessions besides bands and other fandoms!

I will post the link to this fanfic when I’m done <3

Disclaimer!

- the reader character is a teenager

- everything will remain platonic

- mentions of blood

- mentions of wounds

- detailed descriptions of how the reader feels (?)

- There is no CatNap/DogDay (CatNap x DogDay) or any other ships

- It takes place when the player is about to leave Home Sweet Home.

- I will do my best to try and remain canon to the timeline

- I may not be able to update or post immediately just like my other fanfics or stories, most are discontinued. So, I wouldn’t have my hopes up that this fanfic may be posted immediately.

- My grammar is not perfect, and I type faster than I can register what I want to write.

- There is barely a plot besides the canon plot, so bare with me.

See you later, my starlights! :D Make sure you take care of yourselves and take things one step at a time <3

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internetho · 3 months

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BOO >:D

“What Was Before” fanart be upon ye. Go check it out on Ao3 :p

@thealphavoidofficial

Kinda finangled the design a bit but I do hope it looks ok :)

Ft. Lyrics taken from ‘A crow’s trial’ based on the third to last scrne in the fic (check Alt text cuz they’re kinda hard to read)

#poppy playtime #fanart for fanfic????#fanfic #fanart #reader insert #poppy playtime fanfic #my art

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numberonesnarkfan · 3 months

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Werehuggy Rich fic 1

enjoy, you absolutely content starved scoundrels.

Rich wasn’t going to go down without a fight.

If they were going to take him from everything; his wife, his future, his life, simply for the crime of anger, fine. But he was going to show them… Actually, no. They weren’t going to do that.

He exhaled harshly. He was a big guy, he was more than capable of punching the lights out of a couple of scrawny scientists. Or… A couple of huge, hulking dudes with bulletproof vests and stun batons. Whatever. He just made himself ready.

And, true to his promise, a fight he put up. He was surprised with himself at how effective his screaming and violent attacking was. He was becoming convinced that he was actually going to win this fight, until, mid-yell, he heard a voice from behind him.

“Roger. It’s bedtime.” the deep female voice said, and Rich felt a sharp pain in his shoulder. In the moment that he flinched, one of his attackers landed a nasty punch to his jaw.

He fired himself up again. “GET OFF ME, YOU BASTARDS!!” he screamed, and he swung at the men again. Only, after a few punches, his movements started to slow. In fact, everything seemed slow, like he was in slow motion… And his body felt so heavy… He fell to a knee, his anger waning, replaced with only exhaustion. His vision was getting so blurry…... Every breath made him feel tired….… The voices above him were fading away……..

Rich groaned as he slowly came around. He heard a loud voice above him respond, but he couldn’t make out the words. As his vision slowly cleared, he attempted to speak, only to find himself gagged. This snapped him out of his stupor almost instantly. He tried to get his bearings in a panic. He was bound to an operating table in a sterile white room with coloured tiles on the floor. Observation windows surrounded him on all sides and he could see faces watching him. Some faces he recognised. Their expressions were stony, sombre.

He heard footsteps behind him and a woman he didn’t recognise walked into view holding a large syringe. His breathing sped up and became shallow. A deep chuckle from in front of him switched his focus.

“It’s actually quite rewarding to see you made humble.”

Rich recognised that voice. It belonged to Dr. Harley Sawyer. The bastard. Rich’s eyes were wide, his pulse quick. He flinched hard as the nurse pulled down his pants. He thought for a moment that she was going to do something horrible to him. What she actually did was much worse.

“Oh, don’t worry,” Dr. Sawyer taunted, “This will only hurt… a lot .”

The woman tightened his restraints and grabbed his thigh to hold it steady. She readied her syringe and jabbed Rich’s leg. He would’ve screamed out if he could, as she slowly pressed down the tip of the syringe and injected him with the clear fluid inside. It stung and burned. Rich had a high pain tolerance, but this was unlike any pain he’d ever felt. It felt as if the serum was telling his nerves to fire off directly. The nurse removed the syringe, packed up her kit and left the room, never once making eye contact with him. Dr. Sawyer inputted some kind of command into a terminal and the surgical table lowered back into the floor. Rich’s gag and bindings uncuffed and snaked away, leaving him on his back. As he looked up at the ceiling, he heard a pneumatic hiss. Clear gas began to enter the room and instantly, upon his next breath, his head and chest exploded in pain.

Rich gasped for air. He could barely get a breath in. The pain was spreading up to his back. He curled in on himself. It felt as if his spine was being broken and reset a thousand times a second. He felt the indifferent eyes on him as he drooled on the floor, making desperate, choked noises between shallow breaths. He felt pressure on his back, from under his skin. His vision was doubled, but his perspective seemed to be changing, as if he were being slowly lifted. Then, all at once, all of his skin started to ache.

He was sure he was about to pass out from the pain. His ears were ringing and he felt like he was choking. He could vaguely hear himself screaming, and Harley speaking indifferently. As he panted, his mouth began to hurt just as much as his back. Then, he felt a sensation against his lower lip. Before he could question that, suddenly, the pain spread across his entire body. No inch of him was safe. Rich was confident that he was dying.

Rich felt his hands brush against the floor in an odd way. Touching the tile just felt different, somehow. He forced himself to look at his left hand and let out a scream. His hand was curling and turning black, becoming gnarled and clawed. Dark blue fur was sprouting from his skin all over him, and, as he watched, his arm became steadily wider, as if he were somehow growing pounds of muscle and fat in seconds.

They were transforming him into a toy, he realised, and acted on his only instinct: to cry out for help, however fruitless it would be. But, when he opened his mouth, he couldn’t find the word. He couldn’t find his voice at all. The sound that came out of him was a loud, guttural roar, sounding like that of a bear. He tried to cry out again, but this time, no sound came out at all.

“Come on, Richie,” Sawyer crooned, “Don’t resist. Don’t hold it in.”

His offer was so tempting. Would it not hurt anymore if he just let the transformation run its course? But no, he stayed resolute. He wasn’t going down without a fight.

“You can’t reverse the process. Let it out.”

His voice was low, crooning, almost soothing. Rich’s screams turned into short grunts and choked noises. He was quickly losing his strength.

“That’s it. Just like that…”

His muscles were slowly relaxing. His breathing deepened and quivered.

“Thaaat’s right… Thaaat’s it…”

Rich couldn’t keep resisting. Exhaustedly, he gave in.

The pain was gone. The transformation felt satisfying, pleasurable. A wave of relief swept through him.

“ Ah- ooooooohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh… ” he sighed deeply, letting himself relax as he closed his eyes.

“There we go.” Sawyer murmured.

Rich felt the fur sprout on his face, his eyes and nose growing and changing shape to fit into his new skull. His legs - now his back legs - became curved and thick. He could feel his form growing, his stomach shuddering as he rapidly expanded in size. It felt good, soothing, as if every change was lulling him to sleep.

The sensations died down quickly. He felt barely awake. He heard Harley sigh in awe. The beast before him was easily more than ten times the size of a human, covered in scruffy, dark-blue fur. It was round; fat and muscular, with stumpy limbs and a short, bobbed tail. Most awestrikingly, this massive, tired creature was once human. Once a human that Harley quite detested.

Without any caution, he stepped into the chamber. The enormous beast snorted sleepily. He walked around to its face and pressed a hand into its fur. It was soft, yet somehow coarse as well. The beast opened one eye and peered at Harley. Its eyes alone were larger than him.

“Good boy,” Harley crooned, “You’re alright.”

Rich closed his eye again and allowed himself to fall softly to sleep.

The beast exhaled, and Harley was buffeted by the wind from its nose. It almost knocked him back. He removed his hand and stepped away, looking back at his colleagues. The procedure had been a resounding success. A new type of bigger body had been invented.

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marcelsmoodyblues · 16 days

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hello tumblr…. perhaps you might enjoy the little fanfic im posting on AO3….. this one is for all my agere poppy playtime fans

#poppy playtime #poppy playtime fanfic #poppy playtime dogday #fandom agere #sfw agere #age regression #dogday #poppy playtime agere #smiling critters agere #(ive recently learned that i really enjoy/benefit from coping like this so i hope you like it too!!)#poppy playtime chapter 3

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spark-hearts2 · 1 month

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Extra close up of dogday because for every piece of art that I see of him drawn with a chiseled chin and anime esk wild hair, I draw him more fucked up. I head cannon that he is not a charismatic sort of man but instead a sopping wet animal kind of guy. Unfortunately, this does not change any romantic value he has. Plus full picture of Player (pretty much my oc at this point) out like a light. That ass is canonical.

Link to related fic:

http://archiveofourown.org/series/3273111

#poppy playtime fanfic #poppy playtime #poppy playtime fan art #dogday #catnap #poppy #mommy long legs #yeah I’m not calling her Mommy #I’m not calling him catnap either #fanfiction fanart

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alocalplaytimecoworker · 3 months

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POPPY PLAYTIME AU PRESENTS..

"Unfainted Bliss" - An 'What-If' AU to where the plot has changed some stuff, and there will be also ocs, hcs and more.

CHAPTER 1 PART 0.1: A PROLOGUE TO WHERE THE FIRST ASK HAS STARTED

( Summary: 10 years has started since the downfall of a factory called Playtime CO, til an ex-employee named Andrew Williams just got a letter of someone, a letter about one of the co-workers disappearing and now he must find a poppy flower, regardless.. Andrew had no choice, and sets off an adventure to find answers. Will he do it? )

{ TRIGGER WARNINGS: no warnings but there will be mentioned spoilers throughout the game, so if you didn't play the game nor you know the lore.. just do your own thing. }

The entrance door creeks on a night outside, showing a 33 year old man with a soothe black hair colored, messy medium length, brown colored eye and his left being an black eyepatch. His name was Andrew Williams, worker of Playtime CO.

But this thing, everything that Andrew knows when he used to be at the factory was different, so different when Andrew looked around.. confused, and he then call out to the 'people' before he closed the door:

"Hello??"

But he's not gonna give up yet, he has to find more answers because he knows that there is more than just that, So Andrew walked around.

Andrew called, but sadly.. no response around. He was about to do it again til regardless.. it was no use. Though it:s been 10 years since..

The Co-Founder, aka Elliot Ludwig's Toy Factory seems to have changed, despite Andrew knowing what was Playtime CO's reasons were for the ups and downs going on around to his own daily worktime.. Yet what he didn't expect this was when the atmosphere being so different..

Until he found something at the right side next to the computer of the counter... A green tape.

Andrew's expression went confused when looking at the tape in like 10 seconds, so confused as to why someone has to leave it like that.. But he didn't care anyway and he just snatched the tape.

It took Andrew to look around for like... 2 minutes til he saw a VHS player to the right side, "This might be it." He thought.

Andrew simply placed the tape on the VHS player before the tv screen at the upper top turned static. A voice shows a familiar person "Leith Pierre" talking, aka the Head of the Innovation of the Toy Factory.

He then says that if someone is seeing this.. thinks that they're trespassing. Which made the man feel confused because he remembered that he just got a letter to someone, and now he's a trespasser? What a way to threaten someone like that huh..

Mr. Leith Pierre then says that they had to play the tape on loop whenever the factory is closed, not only that they had a pride of something something when he thinks someone might be aware, Leith then said that they are also very pride of their security.. Like for example: The Factory has some motion triggers, and when there is an emergency alert going on, they just had to contact the authorites.

But there is something more than that so Leith had to not spoil it, which made Andrew scoffed annoyingly as he expected to hear more of it.

And that's what Mr. Pierre has to say to the intruder by warning him, There's no turning back now.. and what just Andrew did sure has to be worth it.

And the "Leith Pierre" tape has come to a finish, as Andrew stared at the tape coming out of the VHS player.. He then had a realization, With his expression being an excited one, pulled out the camera recorder on his right side pocket just in case if Andrew has to remember how it goes to his own journey, and if his own son and wife wanted to see.. and if he wants to have some archived footage to himself.

" Come on.. this better work. "

Andrew spoke annoyingly and quiet when holding the camera recorder, as that he knows that his camera was still in a work of glitches.. Luckily he did bought some little boxes of batteries on his huge side pockets just in case if his camera's battery was about to go low.

He better hope that his journey to find the co-workers, will be worth it.

[ End of Chapter 1 Part 0.1 ]

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donutz · 3 months

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Yandere Dogday x shy female reader

A/N|| Yandere Dogday isn't really a yandere that acts out, he just watches, as I prefer sticking characters to their personalities, and the fact Dogday wouldn't hurt a fly, literally. Also this is quite shorter than my usual uploads, sorry(x_x)

Request from Wattpad—! Here you go Justlila79 ☆

—☆You are a human in this

I mean, Playtime co wouldn’t be a bad place to work at right?

It’s just dealing with a bunch of toys! And kids..

There’ll be times where you freak out a bit on how human they were.

Toys with a digestive system? You weren’t sure about that one…

But what harm could go along with that? After one month you’re already warming up to this place!

Though you sometimes feel uneasy.

Like when you’re by yourself. You can barely even get sleep! Well at your workplace… I guess that motivates you not to sleep on the job.

And because of that certain someone stalking you, you can kind of.. Zone out. Of course, somebody had to notice. Dogday. He’s asked why you’re so tense, but when you explain it he gets nervous.

… Thinking about it, it is kinda strange. You’ll look into the shadows and at times you’ll see a resemblance of a sun.

The same sun that laid as a necklace around Dogday’s neck. There’s no way the cheerful and loving dog would be stalking you right? Yea probably, he’s been giving you hints without trying.

Maybe you’re just thinking too much! Yeah that’s all. You do tend to do that with every situation.

You’d go off and adventure into those particular shadows but that’s how you get killed in a horror movie. But if that stalker was Dogday I’m pretty sure he wouldn’t do anything but walk away, or try to make a noise to distract you.

.

Maybe you should just stop thinking about it.

“Co-worker! Are you alright?” Dogday’s bright voice snapped you out of your very deep thoughts.

“Uh, yeah. Maybe.”

“... Is it because of that person who ‘stalks’ you..?”

You wouldn’t want a cheerful dog to know that you’re stressed. I mean it’s Dogday so it’s okay… Maybe.

“... Yeah. I don’t feel too uneasy about it but— I think I know who.”

You could visibly see Dogday’s eyes growing more worried.

“Oh! Really…”

You gently hold his sun necklace as you make eye contact with him,(something that you can barely do)“Are you the one who’s been watching me Dogday…?”

“...”

“Could you just answer me please..”

After a good 5 minutes of silence, you had to do something to convince him to talk.

“I won’t be mad—”

“Yes. I am.”

You let out a big sigh, “That’s what it took to convince you? Makes sense. But why?”

“Uhm… Because I like you.”

“In which way…”

“Not like a crush but… Like I wanna hang out with you and be with you.. All the time…”

“You should’ve just told me Dogday… You can hang out with me more often if you’d like, just ask.”

“I’m sorry…”

“It’s okay.”

After that talk, you went to your work area and had Dogday with you because the kids haven’t woken up yet so it was fine for him to be here.

He was sitting on your lap with his tail wagging, mainly because he can finally get that ton of weight that was on your back, and be with you at the same time.

To the average adult your work would be boring, but to Dogday it was like a whole new world. You looked down and saw how happy Dogday was just to be alone with you.

You found it adorable.

He really is just a puppy.

#poppy playtime #poppy playtime fanfic #poppy playtime x reader #smiling critters #dogday #dogday x reader #dogday x female reader #dogday x shy reader #dogday x shy female reader #female reader #smiling critters x reader

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I beg of you, please make more Dogday x smiling critter!reader who is a black cat and was originally made to go as a pair with Catnap! (not necessary twins or siblings per say just like two who are always together)😭😭😭 Btw feel free to ignore this request and always remember to drink water and take breaks<333

I would never pookie😩🩷

𝑫𝒐𝒈𝑫𝒂𝒚 x smiling critter!reader (Black cat)

While you were originally supposed to be the perfect pair with CatNap you spent most of your time with DogDay

Dogday and you have an adorable dynamic – the energetic, playful dog contrasting with the calm, mysterious black cat.

Your sleek, black fur provides a striking contrast to Dogday’s colorful appearance, making you a visually captivating duo.

Dogday often tries to engage you in games and adventures, but your cat’s calm demeanor means you prefer observing from a distance.

On lazy afternoons, Dogday and Reader can be found napping together. Dogday treats you with genuine affection, often trying to include you in various activities, from walks to playtime.

Dogday occasionally brings little surprises, like a favorite toy or a comfortable blanket, to make Reader feel comfortable and appreciated.

Dogday instinctively knows when your is in the mood for attention, responding with gentle gestures like nuzzling or sitting close, creating a connection beyond words.

Dog day and (unfortunately you) engage in a playful chase or a gentle wrestling match, showcasing your unique bond through shared moments of fun. (You hate it when he wrestles you out of nowhere)

Dogday’s protective instincts kick in when they sense any perceived threat to you, demonstrating a loyal and caring side to their relationship.

#horror #poppy playtime #poppy playtime chapter 3 #poppy playtime x reader #dogday #dogday chapter 3 #dogday poppy playtime #dogday x reader #fanfic #poppy playtime dogday #dogday headcannons #poppy playtime monsters #poppy playtime fanfic #Poppy Playtime Dogday x reader #smiling critters

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golden-masquerade · 2 days

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Finally got chapter 1 up!

#poppy playtime #poppy playtime fanfiction #poppy playtime fanfic

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running-on-coffee-and-anxiety · 29 days

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An Orphan's Journal, Entry 8

December, 1990

The doctors said that it’s almost Christmas. That means it’s December. I never got to spend Christmas with Theo. At least I still have Marie, she didn’t leave. She’s still my friend and tries to make sure I feel better. She says because she is a lot older she wants to take care of me and make me smile again. I wish we could have sleepovers, but that is not allowed because boys and girls can't have sleepovers together.

I’ve been seeing a few doctors- I don’t know how many, they change sometimes. My voice isn’t back, but I’m learning to talk with my hands from one of the grown-ups that’s working on a new place for us to play games- they closed the old place to change it, and we’re going to get a train ride between game rooms. Other kids are excited, I don’t know why I’m not. Her name is Miss Stella, she’s really nice and doesn’t mind that I can’t control when I cry. She and the doctors said I’m dealing with ‘grief’, which is like being really really sad about someone or something dying to the point you can’t have fun or smile anymore. Miss Stella also told me that is why I cry so much, even if I don’t know it because I am feeling it for so long, I’m really sad and crying is supposed to make me feel better.

I don’t feel better. I was allowed to move into Theo’s room, but I keep everything that was mine in the corner of the room I would sleep in when Theo didn’t allow me to cuddle on the bed with him. I keep everything the same way he liked it. Crying doesn’t make me feel better. I like to just pretend he went to get snacks or was brave enough to sneak out and get us another toy at our sleep overs, or a book so he could help me read. He was older than me, he was seven and knew how to read and write better than me.

I feel angry sometimes. I remember the friend he talked about that got him into places he wasn’t supposed to be in, the one that gave him he Grabpack, and I feel all bad-tingly and like I want to hit something. The grown-ups ask if the feeling burns, and I say no. I’d be screaming like Theo did if it burned, right?

I think Miss Stella is planning something. I started crying really hard when someone said they had a surprise waiting once, and one of the doctors said it was something I don’t know how to spell. The best words I can think of is that the word ‘surprise’ is a really bad, scary word to me now because that’s what Theo said he had for me to make me meet him by the door before he died, so I can’t hear it without thinking something bad is going to happen again. Like how I can't eat meat anymore or feel sick when I smell it cooking, because it looks and smells so similar to Theo after the shock.

I think she is planning a surprise for me, though. She told me that all the kids in Playcare were going to get an extra special treat before Christmas, but I’d be able to be in the front to make me feel better.

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#poppy playtime #poppy playtime spoilers #fanfic?#poppy playtime fanfic #An Orphan's Journal #The term he can't spell is 'Negative association'

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In the depths of an abandoned factory lies a daycare left to rot, leaving only the live toys to roam and consume each other in the hopes of staying alive. Quiet is all that’s left to embrace as children who once played to their heart’s content were robbed of their lives and the exploited innocent’s remains were to be eaten.

The one behind the massacre bides their time until the survivor’s guilt finally overcomes them and for their plan to take action.

(At least, that was the original story. All it takes is one spirit willing to lend a helping hand a little earlier than it should to make a huge difference.)

[or: i use indie cross as an excuse to have ori appear and save the smiling critters a couple years before canon. previous work doesn't need to be read to understand this one.]

probably the oddest crossover known to man

#ori and the blind forest #ori and the will of the wisps #ori #ori sein #sein ori #poppy playtime #smiling critters #song's written works #lunar plight #fanfic #poppy playtime fanfic #ori fanfic #crossover

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kousaka-ayumu · 1 month

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❃Homepage part 3❃

Part 2

❃Rules❃:

Request are sented at only one at a time

Child! Reader and Teenage and adult characters will be platonic.

I'll only write fanfics and drawing fanart with a fandom that I know of.

No repost without permission

X is for ships while & is for friendships

No incest

❃Fanfics❃

Regulars:

Poppy Playtime

Birdcage(Yan! Bubba X Kickin)

Dark Side Of The Moon(Yan! CatNap X DogDay)

MILGRAM

Unstable(Haruka X Es)

That's My Kid(Platonic Yandere! Shido and Es)

Lost Identity(Es)

Honey(Muu X Es)

The Arctic Fox And The Songbird(Es and OC)

Possesion(Kotoko and OC)

My Sleeping Beauty(Yan! ???x Es)

Puppets On A String(Es)

Project Sekai

None

❃Fics for AUs❃

Unexpected Betrayal

Retrospectives

❃Sequel AUs❃

Headmaster Roscoe AU(Sequel to @queen-of-twisted headmaster Karlz AU)

❃Art and Headcannons❃

TWST OCs MILGRAM AU

MILGRAM Fantasy AU

Kanade Butterfly

MILGRAM x Cookie Run

Briar Rose Es

Celebrity in Magenta Kotoko

Snow Crystal Yuno

Forest Fairy Muu

Mononoke Girl Mahiru

Dreamy Kids Land Amane

#poppy playtime fanart #poppy playtime fanfic #milgram project #milgram fanart #milgram fanfic #project sekai #milgram x cookie run #evil first years au #twst ocs x milgram au #headmaster roscoe au

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