I Wonder What Would Happen If CatNap Were Alive (somehow) And Showed Up To Their Home. I Mean, The Prototype

Hello <3 I see your requests for Poppy Playtime are open. May I request Yarnaby being somehow turned into a possible reluctant ally by The Player? ( Personally, It sounds better to describe it in that way rather than Yarnaby being tamed. ) I haven't gone through all of Chapter 4 but this lil(?) guy captured my heart since his teaser!! I'd imagined The Player would have to be very strategic and crossed their fingers for dear luck in their pursuit of convincing Yarnaby enough to not hunt them.

Thank you! 🎀

sure thing!

warnings: brief mentions of abuse

-when you traverse through the prison portion of the factory and encounter yarnaby, the rainbow-maned lion proceeds to hunt you down under the doctor's orders

-you avoid him at all costs at first, the thought of being torn to shreds by the lion-like toy scared you to no end

-until you had a thought, a rather risky one. maybe you could get yarnaby on your side

-yarnaby has been psychologically tortured to follow the doctor's orders, to hunt and to kill, so breaking down the feral barrier of the toy may prove difficult, but did you have any other choice?

-you couldn't kill him, you felt too bad for him to do that. if there was a soul trapped behind those large black eyes, then you had to reach it, for both your sake and for his

-so when he is hunting you through the lower depths of the playtime prison, you grow tired of playing cat and mouse and decide to take your chances with the beastly toy

-you boldly jump in front of yarnaby, splaying your arms out as if trying to make yourself look bigger than him. he lets out a startled growl, his face opening to reveal his multiple sets of teeth

-"whoa, whoa, there! I'm not going to hurt you, I promise. But *he* will."

-yarnaby swipes at you with his claws and you jump away with a yelp

-"just hold on! we can help each other out! I know there's someone in there, you're not just a monster like the doctor says you are. We can get out of this place together, what do you say?"

-the small bit of consciousness yarnaby has left settles him down, tilting his head as if heeding your words.

-he sits like a little cat as you reach your hand out toward him. you're still partially terrified, but he was just a big toy animal after all, and maybe he could be swayed over with a pat like any other dog or cat (maybe)

-to your surprise, yarnaby lets you pet him, and you stroke your palm over his rainbow mane of yarn

-"there we go. see? we can be friends! you won't have to be trapped down here anymore. I'll help you find a way out."

-yarnaby lets out a noise, and then lowers his head to your level. maybe whoever was in there was listening after all.

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

Oh course you can! 👍🏾

A headcanon i had that metal would favor stone over eggman because he comes to hangout with him when eggman’s away ^^!!

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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lee!doey fic

Thank you for requesting this and I hope you enjoy the story. This story will have angst and fluff. Request #14

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It was nighttime. Everyone tucked up in bed and fast asleep. Except Doey.

Even if he’s out of the factory, it still haunt him. The scientists, the cold, the starvation, and the gentle voices.

He woke up in a panic. Sobbing and shaking. He left the bedroom to clear his mind. He didn’t want to wake every one, so he went into the living room.

You woke up randomly in the middle of the night. You looked you see everyone was still asleep, but Doey was missing.

You slowly got up, trying not to wake up the other toys and looked for Doey.

Y/n: “Doey?”

You headed downstairs to look for Doey. You looked in the hallway and the kitchen, but didn’t see him, until you found him in the living room.

Y/n: “Doey?”

Doey: “A-angel!? What are you doing waking!?”

Y/n: “I could be asking you the same question? Why are you-“

You stopped to see his face flooded with tears.

Y/n: “Doey, have you been crying?”

Doey: “N-no! I was just s-sweating! That’s all!”

He tried making up excuses, but you knew he was lying.

Y/n: “Doey, did you have another nightmare? Tell me the truth.”

Doey: “…Yes”

You walked over to the couch, sat down and patted the couch, telling him to sit next to you. He came over and sat down next to you.

Y/n: “Let me guess, it was about the factory?”

Doey: “Not only that, but just the thought of hurting you…”

Y/n: “Hurting me?”

Doey: “YES! What if I get angry!? I don’t want to hurt you or anyone else!”

Y/n: “Doey…”

Doey: “What if I hurt you, like I did to Jack’s parents!?”

You remember the tape of Jack’s parents visiting the factory to reunite with Jack after he got into an accident with the Clay to make Doey. Kevin ended up murdering Jack’s parents, thinking it was a trick from the gentle voices.

Y/n: “Doey…”

Doey: “I… I’m a monster…”

Y/n: “…No you’re not..”

Doey: “But I..”

Y/n: “Kevin.. you are not a monster. None of this was your fault. It was the scientist. They were the one who hurt you. You were a child. All of you are. You didn’t ask to be turned into a toy and I know you didn’t mean to kill Jack’s parents. You were afraid, hurt, angry. It’s not your fault.”

Doey: “….”

Doey didn’t say anything. And he broke into tears and began sobbing. You held him in your arms, comforting him.

Y/n: “It’s going to be okay…”

As you two were still in the living room, the mini critters came downstairs.

Bobby Bearhug: “Doey, are you okay?”

Catnap: “You and angel, weren’t in bed and we got worried.”

Hoppy Hopscotch: “Why are you crying?”

The mini critters gathered around Doey, concerned.

Doey: “I’m okay, just another nightmare.”

Kickin Chicken: “We would let those nightmares hurt you!”

Dogday: “Yea! We’ll fight them all away!”

Doey: “Thank you…”

You still thought Doey wasn’t feeling well, and thought how you could cheer him up. That’s when an idea came to mind. You whispered your idea to a little critter and they whispered to the others.

Y/n: “Hey, Doey?”

Doey: “Hm?”

Y/n: “Do you want to play a game?”

Doey: “Sure. What is it?”

Y/n: “It’s called ‘Baker’s men’. Me and the critters are the bakers. We’re making bread dough, we need to knead and bake the dough.”

Doey already knew he would be the dough, but thought the game would be fun and decided to play.

He laid out on the floor. Now you and the critters began the plan.

Y/n: “Now before we start we bake our dough, we need to knead our dough.”

You squish your hands on Doey’s belly, causing him to giggle.

Doey: “EHEHE! Careful! That tickles!”

Y/n: “Now, can my helpers knead the dough with me?”

Mini critters: “Yes we can!”

The mini critters began squishing and jumping on Doey’s belly to knead him. This caused Doey to break out into laughter.

Doey: “AHAHAHAHA! WAIT! NOHOHOHO! YOU’RE TICKLING ME! AHAHAHA!”

Y/n: “Now, we have to knead the dough for the next 5-8 minutes.”

Doey: “8 MINUTES! NOHOHOHOHO! PLEASE! AHAHAHAHA!”

Hoppy hopscotch: “This dough is so squishy!”

Craftycorn: “We really need to knead the dough!”

The mini critters began tickling his underarms and his feet.

Doey: “EHEHEHEHEHEHE! WAIT! I’M READY! YOU CAN PUT ME IN THE OVEN! PLEASE, ANGEL!”

Y/n: “No, No, No. Not yet.”

Doey: “COME ON! PLEASE! NO MORE! AHAHAH!”

Y/n: “Hmm… What do you think, my little bakers?”

Mini critters: “No way!”

Doey let out a squeal of panic.

All of you continued tickling Doey for the next 5 minutes. Doey was a mess. He kept squealing, kicking his legs out, and giggling.

After, you and the critters stopped the tickling letting Doey catch his breath.

Y/n: “Now we need to place our dough in the oven and let it bake for 30 minutes.”

You covered Doey in a blanket, as if he was in an oven.

You and the mini critters joined him under the blanket and snuggled him.

Y/n: “We’ll always be with you, Doey.”

You placed a kiss on Doey head and soon you all fell asleep.

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Does anyone ever get put in timeout? Im well aware they’re all adults but with all the hijinks and shenanigans it wouldn’t surprise me

He doesn’t actually put them on top of the fridge this is a reference to this vine I grew up with:

Okay but like, what if they didnt kill his mom and I could pretend she came back and he finally had someone to take care of him instead of always taking care of others?

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"You have already done enough." NO, I HAVE NOT, AND YOU SHALL GET A BANNER

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OMG 😱 you are so nice 😭

THANK YOU 🙏🏽

Hey, can you do one where Y/N has coffee that's really sweet and Doey, being curious, drinks it and gets really hyper before having a sugar crash?

Good idea 👍🏾 Thank you for request this story. Poppy Playtime x Gender Neutral Reader “Finally Free” Request #4. Enjoy the story. Btw it may take a while for me to get all of your request, but I will write them. Lots of fluff ☁️ in this story.

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Like any other day, you woke up at 8:00am, did your daily routine, and make breakfast for your family. The toys woke up and came downstairs for breakfast

Y/N: “Morning kids.”

You prepared waffles, bacon, eggs, and orange juice for your kids. And a coffee for yourself.

Doey was the last one to walk downstairs. He let out a big yawn, showing he’s big, red teeth.

Y/N: “Good morning, Doey.

You placed a kiss on his forehead.

Doey: “Good morning, mama/papa.”

You prepared a plate for yourself and Doey and join the others at the kitchen table. You set your coffee near you and Doey.

Doey: “Mama/Papa, what are you drinking?”

Y/N: “ Just some coffee.”

Doey: “Can I have some?”

Y/N: “No, sir. The last time we need is for you to have a sugar rush.”

Doey pouted a little, but when back to eating. As you and your family were eating breakfast, the door knocked.

Y/N: “Oh! That must be my new camera!”

You ordered a new camera to take pictures of your new family. You left the table, and Doey stared at your mug.

Doey 💭: Now’s my chance! But mom/dad said no. Maybe a little sip won’t hurt.

Doey picked up your mug and took a sip. The coffee was sweet and had a taste of peppermint. Doey chugged your mug until it was empty.

You came back into the kitchen to show off your new camera.

Y/N: “Hey guys, check out my new camera. You want to take some pictures of you all the hang up on the walls.”

Poppy: “That sounds like fun!”

Kissy wrote on her write board: “I want to look perfect for the camera.”

Y/N: “Okay, let’s finish breakfast then we can start.”

You went back to your seat to finish your breakfast. You tried to take a sip of your coffee, but the mug was empty. The only one who could have drunk it was Doey. You didn’t say anything until Breakfast was over.

Y/N: “Kids, why don’t you go play? I need to talk to Doey for a minute.”

The toys left the kitchen, leaving you and Doey alone.

Y/N: “Didn’t I tell you not to drink the coffee?”

Doey: “…Yes.”

Y/N: “So, why did you drink it?”

Doey: “I know, I know! I’m sorry! But it was so sweet and tasty! And smelled like peppermint!”

Doey continued rambling so quickly. You knew he was beginning to have a sugar rush. You needed to get the sugar out his system or he might destroy your house.

Y/N: “Okay, Okay! Doey, it’s fine. Why don’t we go outside and play a game?”

Doey: “Like what!?”

Y/N: “Hide and seek tag. You try to hide and I’ll seek.”

Doey: “Okay! Okay, Okay! Let’s play!”

He took your arm and ran outside.

Y/N: “Okay now you go hide and I’ll seek!”

You counted to ten and went to look for Doey. As you were looking for Doey, you heard giggling behind some bushes and saw Doey hiding.

Y/N: “Tag, you’re it!”

You ran as fast as you could away from Doey, but he was too fast due to the sugar in his body. You looked back to see him catching up to you really quickly. You tried to run away from him, but he was too fast and grabbed you by your sides, tickling you. You broke out into laughter.

Y/N: “Doey! Stop! That tickles! I’m caught! I’m caught! You won! Let me go! Please!”

Doey: “ Ha! You’re it! You are it! You can’t trick me! You can’t outrun me! I’m too good! I’m too quick!”

You couldn’t stop laughing as Doey continued tickling you and bragging about him catching you. He stopped tickling you and picked you up in the air.

Doey: “ Let’s play some more mama/papa!”

You gave him a thumb up as you were a little tired.

For the next 4 hours, you played capture the flag, statues, scavenger hunt, and Hopscotch. Some of the mini critters and Yarnaby came out to play were you two, but they couldn’t keep up with Doey’s sugary energy.

Y/N: “Okay, Doey. Let’s go inside.”

Doey: “But I’m still wanna play!”

Y/N: “Well, let’s play inside.”

You, Doey, and the others toys came inside the house and the toys, except for Doey, fell asleep on the couch. Those games wore them out. Yarnaby took up most of couch and the mini critters lay on top of him.

Doey: “What do you want to play now, mama/papa?”

Y/N: “I got the perfect game!”

Doey: “OH! What is it?”

Y/N: “Sit next to Yarnaby, close your eyes, and count to 35.”

Doey: “Okay, 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, ….17…”

Y/N: “ This game is called nap-time.”

Doey fell asleep. Now his sugar rush crashed and he was sound asleep.

You took your camera out and took a picture of the sleeping toys.

Y/N: “These is going in the photo album.”

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