Dogday scenario(?)
Mostly edited, I’m probably going to change/fix the end tomorrow when I’m not tired 💀
Word count: 1,325 Notes: Semi canon compliant, fluff to angst to angsty-fluff and then back to angst, ambiguous ending, reader is not the Player, small description of Dogday's torture (nothing too graphic or gorey), not written with a romantic relationship in mind but can probably be seen as such, written with an adult reader in mind but you can probably read this with a child/teen reader insert as well.
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Dogday who is buzzing with excitement when the you’re introduced as their new caretaker.
Dogday who is the first one to introduce himself to you.
Dogday who loves the way you treat him and his friends like equals.
Dogday who will purposefully get dirty just so he has an excuse to visit you.
Dogday who loves how careful you are with him and his friends.
Dogday who always leaves you soaking from splashing you with the bath water.
Dogday who will immediately fall over when you scratch behind his ears.
Dogday who sees you passing by and immediately drags you into the games he plays with the kids.
Dogday who likes that you entertain him and his behavior, even if you probably have work to do.
Dogday who is surprised that CatNap lets you touch him.
Dogday who is happy that his two best friends get along.
Dogday who will randomly scruff you (despite his lack of teeth) when he really wants to show you something.
Dogday who gets in trouble a lot for leaving his designated area to see you.
Dogday who swears up and down he doesn’t have favorites even though it’s painfully obvious he does.
Dogday who appreciates that you don’t push for answers when he comes to you after a particularly rough day with the Doc.
Dogday who will drag you all the way back to Playcare when you’re working overtime, late into the night, refusing to sleep until you finish your work.
Dogday who asks CatNap to help you sleep as you insist you’re fine but don’t make any sort of attempt to get him to drop you.
Dogday who sleeps with you on his chest that night, CatNap curled up nearby and watching for any of the higher ups.
Dogday who has a bad feeling in his gut on August 8th.
Dogday who tells the rest of the Smiling Critters to gather up the kids before running out in search of you when all hell breaks loose.
Dogday who doesn’t have the time to care about the employees that he knocks over in search of you.
Dogday who scruffs you and doesn’t stop running when he finds you.
Dogday who is way too quiet when you try to ask what is going on.
Dogday who tries to get back to the other Smiling Critters while protecting you.
Dogday who can’t fend off all the toys jumping to get a piece of you.
Dogday who has no choice but to run and hide with you.
Dogday who knows how to find all the best hiding spots thanks to Catnap.
Dogday who curls up around you in a high, dark corner.
Dogday who hugs you close, your ear against his chest and a paw against your other ear, trying to spare you of the screams and gore happening below.
Dogday who is as cautious as ever as he climbs down first, catching you after telling you to drop down when he deems the coast is clear.
Dogday who is being the most serious you’ve ever seen him, begging you to stay quiet as he navigates the blood soaked halls of the factory.
Dogday who keeps your vision obscured as he carefully tries to make his way to an exit.
Dogday who fails to get you out of the factory at every turn.
Dogday who has no choice but to try and locate the others.
Dogday who doesn’t really know where he’s going. Dogday who can't just use old trails of your scent to find his way back due to the smell of iron suffocating his nose.
Dogday whose heart sinks when he finally gets to the Playcare, empty.
Dogday who finally puts you down after you start squirming and demand answers.
Dogday who hesitates, eyes darting around for any sign of life other than the two of you, but finding none.
Dogday who tells you that all of the toys in the building were once people, mostly the very kids you would spend time with.
Dogday who wants to just hug you as you get paler and paler with every word that leaves his voicebox.
Dogday who sighs in relief when you let him pick you up again after he tells you what he knows.
Dogday whose heart sinks the longer you both go without finding any friendly, familiar faces.
Dogday who tries to get you out of the factory one more time.
Dogday who knows he can’t fight the toys that are guarding the exits without you ending up dead.
Dogday who feels guilty for being slightly happy that you get to stay together.
Dogday who helps you rummage through the kitchens the next day, his sharp nose finding canned goods and some seeds from an old activity done with the kids.
Dogday who, a few months of you two wandering and hiding, somehow finds an area higher up that has sunlight coming through.
Dogday who helps you make a little garden in what will soon become your safe haven.
Dogday who becomes your personal guard dog over the years.
Dogday who never leaves you by yourself for too long.
Dogday who does his best to keep you happy despite the dreary circumstances.
Dogday who wishes he could get you both out of the factory.
Dogday who reserves what he has left of his vanilla scent for days that are particularly hard on you.
Dogday who always takes you with him when he goes out to look for anything useful. Dogday who hopes his friends are still alive.
Dogday who has found a slice of heaven with you in this hellhole.
Dogday who is pleasantly surprised but worried when he wakes up to you presenting him with his favorite snack from the Playcare. Dogday who always curls up around you when the sun sets, an ear always listening if he accidentally falls asleep.
Dogday who still tries to look on the brightside of things even after almost a decade of the same survival routine.
Dogday who feels as if he should do something special for your birthday this time around.
Dogday who for the first time in a long time leaves your safe haven without you before the sun is up.
Dogday who ventures to the lower levels of the decrepit factory to look for your old office.
Dogday who found your old scrapbook, filled with memories of a better time.
Dogday who was so proud of himself, he didn't notice the red gas filling the room, spewing from the mouth of the lanky purple figure behind him.
Dogday who is initially overjoyed to see CatNap when he wakes up, still believing him to be the same as before.
Catnap who is very skeptical and won't let Dogday leave.
Dogday who slowly realizes that they've both changed severely in the past (almost) decade.
Dogday who tries to play along for now, but gets more skittish and antsy the longer he stays.
Catnap who notices, an almost knowing expression on his forever smiling face, asking his old friend if something is wrong.
Dogday who was never good at lying.
Dogday who refuses to give you up, even as his legs are ripped off by the one he used to call a friend. Dogday who screams until his throat is raw, but refuses to speak a word of you.
Dogday whose mind is only filled with you as he hangs in a cell, labeled a traitor for all to see.
Dogday who had accepted a long time ago that his friends were most likely no more, and yet the flicker of hope he felt when he first saw CatNap was crushed, stomped and spat on as the feline proudly flashed their rusted tags, making him want to retch all over again, twisting the figurative knife of guilt and failure deeper.
Dogday who loses track of how long he's been hanging in the Playhouse, the tiny critters slowly eating away at him.
Dogday who feels terrible that he didn't even leave you a note of some sort. Left you to wake up alone and confused, scared.
Dogday who beats himself up for letting his guard down and leaving you defenseless.
Dogday who feels an odd sense of relief when Poppy's angel finds him.
Dogday who tries to tell Poppy's angel to find you, to protect you, but is interrupted by the tiny critters.
Dogday who wants to sob and scream and cry as he is chewed on from the inside out and piloted around.
Dogday who can only mumble apologies to you once he's left to rot, a husk of the dog he used to be.
Dogday who, despite his final moments, is happy that he got to spend the last decade keeping you safe and content.
Dogday who is certain that even his mind is trying to torture him, certain he's hallucinating your blurry figure running up to him, the sound of his name falling on dead ears as he shuts his eyes.