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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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I hoped you all enjoyed this story. Sorry if I haven’t been posting in a while, but I going to get back on track. See you soon! ❤️