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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?

all winds blow away, eventually

he deserves a happy ending :(

c/w: she/her pronouns, pure platonic fluff, we basically adopted him, he still calls us angel, cartoon version, HES OUR BABY AUGHHHH

(I’ll prolly make one with the bigger bodies dogday because HE DESERVES TO SURVIVE WITH US)

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her stirred in her sleep, groaning softly as the worlds sounds began to flow through her ears. the quiet sound of her home mixed in with the outside noise of wind.

she peeked an eye open, looking at her clock on the side of her bed. it was two in the morning, still six more hours of sleep to go.

she blinks at the wind outside, slightly hitting the houses foundation. the creeks of the house filled the empty space with an ominous sound, though nothing to worry about.

sighing softly, she started to get comfortable in the darkness, turning over to her side and closing her eyes to go back to bed.

the wind served as a great white noise, as she felt her eyes grow heavy and about to drift off to sleep-

“angel?”

she flinched, eyes blinking open and looking over to who called her.

the little dog stood by her bedside, slightly shaking with his blanket wrapped around himself. he looked at her, the usual smile was replaced with a shaky frown and frightened expression.

she rubbed her eyes softly, “dogday? honey what’s wrong?” she sleepily mumbled, propping herself up to look at him.

it took awhile for him to speak, with a soft stutter he managed to whisper, “the-the wind…”

she hummed softly, “I know, I just heard it,” she then shifted to a sitting position, “honey, remember how we said that the wind won’t hurt us inside?”

the orange dog laughed shakily, gripping his blanket tightly, “I know….its just….the nightlight in my room went out…” he drew a shaky breath, looked like he was near crying, “I….got scared”

she felt her heart break into a million pieces, watching him shake makes her sad with him. she reached over to her lamp, trying to turn it on, only to sigh when it wouldn’t turn on.

“powers out,” she mumbled, she then turned to him and reached out her arms, “here hun, you can sleep with me,”

she couldn’t see his tail, but she could just picture it wagging when she said that. he ran to her arms, smiling as she placed him down next to him, “thank you, angel”

a soft laugh, laying down next to him as she covered them both with her blankets, “it’ll all blow away eventually, honey, the wind won’t get us”

she felt him wrap his little paws around her, placing his head underneath her chin. she felt his wet nose tickling her neck as he whispered, “can you sing a lullaby for me?”

she groaned playfully, “come on dogday, I don’t think I can sing as good half asleep” she looked down at him, meeting his white iris as he shakily smiled, “I don’t mind, I think it would help me fall asleep more,”

after a moment of thinking, she sighed softly and wrapped his arms around his little body like she was cuddling a teddy bear. “alright hon, alright,” she sleepily spoke, humming a lullaby before softly singing a random lullaby on the top of her head.

she felt his little body become less shaky, less tense, as a over a short period of time he fell asleep. little yips and leg twitches here and there but he was asleep.

softly petting his head, she blinks a few times before feeling her eyes become heavy and whispering softly, “goodnight dogday, I’ll be here in the morning…”

AUGHHHHHH HES MY BABBYYYYY

He’s so adorable 🥰

Pet the Doey tummy

What do you think the first interaction between Drew and Doey was like? And what was Drew’s first impressions on him after he killed Pianosaurus?

Upon first meeting, Drew honestly didn’t know if Pianosaurus’s death was supposed to be a threat, a show of trust, or just an act of starving desperation. So it’s safe to say he was… conflicted. Doey is much in the same boat! He had no idea what to expect when Poppy’s angel finally made his way down to the prison, but it certainly wasn’t someone this young - face still soft with baby fat.

Thankfully, Drew moves past it quickly - albeit with a dejected sigh at the sudden death of what was his favorite childhood toy line - and very much enjoys Doey’s sillyness! Doey is happy he has someone to properly goof off with. Drew respects Doey a lot, and is painfully curious about his “big form”, since he has a soft spot for eldritch fantasy.

Bonus

from that silly AU (I love it)

Player model ported by @/therbayg

CW : Gore ? kinda ? Maybe sewing count

Another Poppy Playtime animation, this time with DogDay ! It was supposed to be just a nice and cute idea of the player sewing back his legs with his body was quite happy with this one, done in 3 days on and off. I think I like making characters breath

Can you do a platonic Doey x reader where they're playing hide and seek with all the toys, but when Doey find the reader he gets a little creepy because he couldn't find them anywhere and panicked a bit? (I'm thinking back to the concept art specifically)

Thank you for clearing up the request. Now that’s get started. Request #13

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You and all the toys were inside playing hide and seek. Doey was seeking. As he began to count in the corner of the living room, you all ran to hide.

You had a very special hiding place you knew no one would find you. During your time in the factory, you learned how to hide yourself from danger. Or in this case, the seeker, Doey.

You were also planning something just in mind for him.

Doey: “Ready or not, here I come!”

Doey walked around the living room, he heard little giggles for the couch.

He lifted the couch to see Catnap and Mini Dogday under the couch.

Doey: “Found you!”

Dogday and Catnap: “Aww..”

Dogday and Catnap followed Doey as he continued to find the others.

They entered the kitchen. As they looked for someone, the sound of crunching came for the cabinets.

Doey opened it to see Picky Piggy hiding and eating some chips.

Doey: “Found you!”

Catnap: “You couldn’t wait until after the game to eat?”

Picky Piggy: “And you couldn’t have hid in the most obvious place in the house?”

Catnap: “Touché.”

Doey: “Okay, you two let’s find the others.”

Doey picked up Picky and went upstairs to look for everyone else.

As they were walking through the halls, Picky, Mini Dogday, and Catnap looked in the closet while Doey looked in the bathroom.

The mini critters opened the door and found Kissy.

Mini Dogday: “Found you!”

Kissy: >:(

Big Dogday: “Dang it!”

Catnap: “It’s okay, Kissy. Me and little Dogday were found first.”

Picky Piggy: “Hey, Doey! We found Kissy!”

Doey: “Great!”

Doey was in the bathroom looking for someone. He noticed the shower curtains were closed and when he opened them, he found Poppy in the tub.

Doey: “Found you!”

Poppy: “Dang it! Well, who else did you find.”

Doey: “Catnap, little Dogday, big Dogday, Picky, and Kissy.”

Poppy: “So all that’s left are Yarnaby, Hoppy, Kickin, Bobby, Craftycorn, Bubba, and Angel.”

Poppy and Doey left the bathroom to finish the game.

They entered your bedroom to look for the others.

Poppy and the mini critters opened your closet to see no one.

Doey looked in your bathroom and there was nobody.

Big Dogday began sniffing the room and pointed to the bed.

Kissy looked under your bed to find Yarnaby and the rest of the smiling critters.

Big Dogday: “Found you all.”

Kissy let out a screech to tell everyone she found the others.

Poppy: “Okay, now we just need to find Angel.”

The others checked to see if you were outside, but no one found you.

Doey: “Did you guys find Mom/Dad?”

Kissy: “Nope.”

Mini Critters: “No.”

Poppy: “Maybe they’re hiding inside the house.”

They continued looking, but they didn’t find you.

Doey: “Still nothing?”

Poppy: “Nope. We don’t know where they went.”

Big Dogday: “It like they just vanished…”

They still were trying to figure out where you were. You took this as a chance to strike. You slowly creeped up behind Doey and then…

Doey: “Don’t panic, I’m sure they wouldn’t leave us like- EEKKK!!! AHHHH!!”

The toys heads turn to Doey to see why he screamed.

Poppy: “Doey, are you okay!?”

Doey: “AHAHAHAHAHAHA! STOP IT! STOP IT! THAT TICKLES!”

Y/n: “HAHA, Revenge!”

Everyone looked to see you, tickling Doey’s sides.

Poppy: “ANGEL!?”

Doey: “AHAHAHA! PLEASE! NOT THERE! AHAHAHAHA!”

Y/n: “Where? Here? Tickle, tickle, tickle!”

You were tickling his belly, kneading his Doughy tummy. He fell on the floor and you continued the tickling.

You were getting him back for the coffee incident, when you two were playing tag and he tickled you. You stopped tickling Doey so he could catch his breath, but you weren’t done with him. The mini critters jumped to you.

Hoppy Hopscotch: “Mama/Papa!”

Catnap: “Where were you!?”

Y/n: “Hiding, of course!”

Bubba Bubbaphant: “But where? We couldn’t find you anywhere.”

Y/n: “Let’s just say when you’re trapped in an abandoned factory, running from blood thirsty monsters, you get good at hiding.”

Big Dogday: “You had us worried, Angel!”

Poppy: “That’s really impressive, Angel. I’m just glad you’re okay and didn’t leave.”

Kissy flopped her hand on your head and Yarnaby licked your face, happy you were here.

Y/n: “Don’t worry, I’m not going anywhere.” You said as you patted Yarnaby.

Doey: “I’m glad you’re here-AHHH!!”

Before he continued talking, you blew a raspberry on his belly. You weren’t done with him.

Doey: “AHAHAHAHA! MOM/DAD!! PLEASE!! IT TICKLES!! C’MON! NO MORE! AHAHAHAHAHA!”

You still continued to tickle him and the others were happy you were still with them.

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I hope you all enjoyed this story. It’s hard to write stories right now. I got a baby project for my parenting class 🥲. But I go on Spring break soon, so I’ll get to your ask. See you soon!

❝ You recount the days where DogDay displayed dog-like behavior. ❞ (x)

Art in title card created and owned by @dogddays

Word count: 8,260

Tags: fluff, domestic fluff, All characters are written as ADULTS, Dog-like behaviors, ghosts and spectral beings, romantic fluff, platonic fluff, chapters can be read as being either romantic or platonic, angst, minor angst

Chapters: 26/26

Status: Completed

Chapter 1: Head Tilts

Sitting comfortably at the living room coffee table, you helped Poppy with her makeup. You were particularly proud of yourself as you had finally found porcelain safe paint, and with it you decided that she could use a new touch up.

She sat comfortably before you, her eyes were shut as you painted some eyeliner on her. You were thankful that the paint you had bought was quick to dry, as you both knew that neither of you wanted to sit here for hours to watch it dry.

“How's that look, Poppy?” You asked, extending a hand mirror to her.

You watched as she examined your work, she had a slight cat eye liner on either eyelid, which, whenever her eyes opened helped to accentuate those baby blues of hers.

“It looks beautiful~!” She gasped, a sound of pure delight leaving her lips.

You smiled, happy to hear that she was satisfied with your work.

“Alright, how about…-” you paused, examine the remaining paint vials. “-we do your nails?” You offered.

“Ooh! I've never had my nails painted before, sure!”

You nod, “What color do you want them to be? We have-...”

Poppy listened as your voice trailed off, listing the remaining colors that were left: black, blue, red, orange, pink, maroon and purple.

You watched as she frowned before turning to you, “Do I have to choose just one?”

You cocked a brow back, “Who said it had to be just ONE?”

Poppy giggled, “I'd like Red, Black and blue. Please!”

“Coming right up!”

As you worked on Poppy’s small nails, you two heard the sounds of heavy footsteps approaching.

You couldn't spare a glance up as you worked so you spoke up; “Kissy?”

“No, it's just me, Angel.” Replied DogDay

You nodded, “Ah! Welcome back, how was laying outside in the sun like?”

“Warm~” He cooed, a lazy grin decorated his lips.

You nodded, “I'm glad…” and felt your voice trail off slightly as you focused on painting Poppy's nails just how she liked it.

DogDay approached the two of you, his head was tilted to the side curiously, “What're you two doing?”

“Painting my nails~” gleamed Poppy.

DogDay quietly watched on, his eyes watching as your skillful fingers decorated her impossibly small nails.

“That… looks like fun.”

“It is!” Exclaimed Poppy, “You should try it!”

“Unfortunately he can't, Poppy”

“Why not?”

You pause your work and motion to his hands, “He doesn't have nails”

DogDay looks down at his hands and takes notice of that fact, his brain brings back faint memory of his companions- The Smiling Critters- and how, out of all of them, there were only two with claws and that was Bobby Bearhug and CatNap.

“That's fine-” Poppy's voice pries DogDay from his thoughts, forcing him to look back at the two of you.

“-we can just get him a shiny new collar! Something with his name and a new brighter sun on it.” She suggests.

DogDay watches as Poppy analyzes her now dry nails, she seems quite satisfied.

You turn to DogDay, with an eyebrow raised in question.

“That depends on you, pup.” You tell him, “I won't buy you one if you won't wear it.”

You watch as he takes a moment to think it over, his head leaning to the side just as before.

“I think…” he paused briefly, “I think I'd like that.”

“You sure?”

He nods, “It would be a great way to celebrate my new life.” He offers and you nod, smiling softly.

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Chapter 2: Showing teeth

“{Grrrr…}”

He growled, the noise was low and quite intimidating, especially given the size of the creature of which said noise emitted from.

But you knew him better than anyone else, this was nothing more than just a show.

He's all bark and no bite, especially not for you.

“Don't you DARE growl at ME, mister!!” You exclaimed, “You fucking stink!! You need to be cleaned!”

You watched as Kissy Missy approached him with an apprehensive step forward. On one hand she had a comically large sponge and in the other a bucket of soapy water.

DogDay took yet another step back and reared himself up to appear bigger despite being on all fours.

“{Grrrr!!!}”

The growl that came out from his throat was much deeper now, and the two of you watched as he bared his teeth at you both.

Kissy took a step back and growled in return as if to tell him to ‘back off!’.

You couldn't help but facepalm and sigh frustratedly into your hand.

“DogDay- Oskar- PLEASE-!!” You groaned, pinching the bridge of your nose in frustration, “-just let us clean you and get this over with and I promise you'll get treats.”

You watch as he momentarily lets down his guard, his tail twitching slightly as it wags for a moment before returning back to normal.

“Movie night.” You hear him declare.

“What?” You ask, confused, “What did y-?”

“Movie night-” he parrots, “-and I get to choose.”

You sigh, nodding, “Okay…”

“And-” he starts again, but you watch as he hesitates for a moment, pausing for a moment.

“And?” You egg him on.

“Aaand…” he paused briefly, “...treats?”

You nod, “Yes, you'll get whatever treat you want; belly rubs, snacks, cuddles- you name it. BUT FIRST-” you motion to your own sponge and bucket of soapy water, “-you HAVE to get cleaned. You are NOT tracking anymore mud throughout the house!!”

Behind DogDay lays the chaotic wake of giant mud stains on the hardwood cabin floor. Poppy is not far behind, standing atop a nearby stool looking at the large cabin with a disapproving shake of the head.

“This place is a whole mess, now!” She whined

“Yes, and Kissy and I are going to have to clean it up!!”

You watched as Kissy nodded alongside you, the sounds of a disapproving growl leaving her.

You watched as DogDay finally approached you two, hopping into the bathtub with his tail tucked between his legs.

“Make it quick?” He asked

“Oh no, sir, we're taking our sweet ass time getting you cleaned.” You added.

DogDay watched with a frown as Kissy Missy seemingly ‘giggled’, a playful hand placed over her lips in response to your comment.

And with that DogDay couldn't help but let out a frustrated huff as he felt the still warm soapy water splash down onto him, turning him sopping wet as you two worked diligently at getting him cleaned…

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Chapter 3: Biting

You watched from your place on the grass as Kissy Missy held the large heavy rope of twine in her hands steady as the large canid at her feet bit down on it hard.

You could hear him growl as Kissy Missy tried to shake the rope loose from his grasp.

In doing so, she would on occasion, raise the rope over his head and hold it there as DogDay held on, his front paws lifted up in the air as he sat on his hind legs, clinging on.

You heard Poppy snort beside you, “He really is just like a dog, isn't he?” You roll your eyes and glance over to her.

“What?!” She giggled

“Seriously?” You chuckle, motioning to him, “It's in his name, Poppy”

You watched as she burst out in a small fit of laughter and you could help but shake your head, as an amused smile formed on your lips.

Turning back to the scene from before, you now watched as Kissy Missy dragged DogDay around by the end of the rope as the other lazily clung on by the teeth.

It would seem that at some point, DogDay had lost all strength to hold on as he soon let go and was left on the grass panting, his tail wagging at a million miles per hour as he stared at Kissy Missy.

You watched your large pink furred friend clap her hands in glee as she approached the large canid and rubbed his face and belly. Practically praising him for holding on for so long.

“I didn’t know you liked tug of war, sweetheart.” You commented, watching as DogDay turned to face you.

“It’s fun!!” He panted out, clearly tired out from all the energy he had spent.

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Chapter 4:

And learn she did, though it was difficult at first for her to understand the keys, she soon began to get a hang of it and once she’d gotten a firm grasp on how to play the child sized wooden piano, she would grace your ears with songs all too familiar from your childhood.

“🎼♩♪ ♩ ♩ ♩ ♩ ♭ ♩ ♩ ♭ ♩ ♩ ♭…”

It would seem that this time it was “London Bridge is Falling Down” to shine in the spotlight.

You sat comfortably some ways away from Poppy on the couch reading a book with DogDay’s head resting on your lap, currently he was knocked out, resting after a long day.

Kissy Missy sat across from you on the floor, currently solving one of your one hundred puzzle piece puzzles, she had gotten about halfway with it.

The more that Poppy played, the more you felt DogDay stir beneath you, thinking it was a nightmare you pet him, massaging his scalp with the pads of your fingers. Silently hoping that the gesture was enough to calm him.

When out of the blue, a low sound that steadily rose in pitch emitted from DogDay.

“{OoOoOooOooOooOooo!}”

A howl! It was a howl! He was howling!

Surprised by the sudden revelation, you checked to see if he was sleeping but was greeted by a lazy smile.

You chuckled as you kissed the top of his head and listened as he continued on with his howling.

“Are you singing along to Poppy’s playing?”

The thumping of his tail wag made your answer clear.

Poppy on the other hand didn’t seem to mind as you watched her play with more vigor, her graceful porcelain hands glided across the miniature piano with the same expertise as someone who’d been playing for their whole life.

You watched as Kissy Missy momentarily stopped what she was doing to sit back and listen on, her head softly bobbing to the tune.

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Chapter 5: Flicking Ears

So, while Poppy and Kissy Missy had a ‘girls night in’ in their respective shared bedroom with snacks and movies, you spent your evening with DogDay in the living room. The plan has been to watch whatever show or movie the other hadn’t seen when suddenly the power had cut off.

You sat in the dark staring at your cellphone’s screen, unbeknownst to him, you were typing away at one of your forgotten fictional works. Surely you could get something done until the light came back on?

DogDay on the other hand was sat by your feet, eyes glued onto the window outside as he watched the rain pour down heavily. The sounds of distant thunder tearing the sky asunder as flashes of light would occasionally appear.

When suddenly, DogDay’s headshot up, surprised by the act you watched him carefully.

His ears twitched on either side of his head, flicking to and fro, it looked like he was trying to listen for something.

“Whatcha hearing, pup?” You called out

“Shhh…” he silenced, you watched as his expression changed to one of pure concentration.

Intrigued, you put down your cell phone and continued to watch him follow the inaudible sound that only he could hear. Ears twitching as his head tilted, he was trying to locate its source.

When suddenly, it looks like he nearly jumps out of his skin as he turns to face you.

You stare at him with a bewildered look.

“Wh-?”

“Him!” Was all he offered, DogDay climbed on top of you, his eyes laser focused on what was behind you.

You turned to see what it could be and saw nothing more than your fireplace mantle and the two large urns that held your parents' ashen remains, as well as their pictures on either side.

“Dad?” You asked, turning back to DogDay, “Was it dad?”

You watch him nod, “He was saying something… I couldn’t catch just what it was but I saw him when I turned around.”

“Is he there now?” You ask, curious.

DogDay seems to hesitate for a moment, his eyes flicking to something before meeting yours once more.

He nods.

You sigh and turn around, “Dad, leave him be, he’s being good!” You muse, reprimanding the empty air.

When you turn back around to face DogDay you give him a pet on the head, “My dad was always the joker of the family- as my mom used to say- he was probably just messing with you.” You inform him, “Don’t worry, I’ll make sure he doesn’t misbehave.” You jest, glaring back at the urn before laughing at the whole situation.

You watch as DogDay nods, nuzzling into your touch before glancing back up at the mantle, he catches a brief glimpse of the same man from the picture giving him a wink before waving goodbye, the figure dematerializing into thin air.

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Hi!! I loved your posts on poppy playtime and I saw Doey. Imagine how good of cg he would be to y/n after the things they been through. (｡◕‿◕｡)

I absolutely agree!! I'm so excited about Doey, he's such a silly yet tragic character! And he's shaped like a friend! Don't worry, I have a lot of thoughts about Doey and I'll likely put together some headcanons for him soon and hopefully, a comic!! For now, have this silly doodle I did This was definitely one of my favorite chapters!