#dogday x reader

[bun-z-bakery]

Can you pretty please write a fanfic of a detective dogday au where he came back from a case he's been working on for 4 months and comes back to his wife reader and his daughter

(Pls name her hima)

It means sunflower

Calm Before The Storm

Pairing:  Dogday x Gn!Reader

Warnings/Tags:  Established relationship, Second person POV, Neutral parental name “Nini” cause i thought it was cute, They have a child but its implied reader had the child, pet names, slight angst but short lived, happy ending, fluffy

Words:  1k

A/N:  Hi hi! Your request is adorbs >.< I do only/mostly write for gn!readers so i hope you dont mind, I dont think any pronouns were used for this one though. Either way hope you enjoy!♡ .

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The day started off like any other: wake up early to get your daughter, Hima, ready for school, then send her off with her father so he can drop her off. An arrangement you two agreed on.

You never knew when he’d receive that call, telling him there's a job he needs to help out with. Forcing you to spend months wondering when he'd return. Hima was much too young to understand why her dad left for months, and it broke your heart seeing her looking for him when he was gone.

For a while things were peaceful. He was home more, present more. Not thinking about statistics, security, or reciting lines for a character the bureau created for him. For a long while he was just Dogday, your husband.

He spoiled you both every chance he could, buying Hima whatever she wanted with the fat check he had gotten from the previous case he worked on. Bought you the clothes, jewelry, and new home decor you’ve been eyeing for months. It was perfect.

Then reality came crashing down faster than you expected.

One night while getting ready for bed, he comes up from behind you, wrapping his arms around you and peppering kisses on your cheek.

“Hey, Sunshine.” You giggled, trying to wiggle out of his grasp to change into your pajamas.

“Angel.” He said in a tone you were all too familiar with, the one that said, ‘I need to leave,’ a gentle cadence—comforting, yet still filling you with something that was hard to decipher.

“You’re leaving?” You ask, trying to keep your composure. You turn into his embrace, breathing in his scent. You knew what you were getting yourself into the day you discovered his profession, and although it was accidental, you still knew you wanted him.

“It’s a shorter case,” he says, cradling your face and peppering your tears with kisses, trying to make it better for the moment. He hated it too, being away from his family for God knows how long.

His ears and shoulders drop before he speaks. “This was personally assigned to me. I couldn't say no. I'm sorry, angel.”

He whispers. Pulling yourself away, you look to your closed door and then back to him. In a soft, broken voice, you ask.

“What about Hima? She'll be heartbroken again.”

“I told her I had a top secret mission and will bring her back some sweets.”

It was so silly you needed to laugh. It doesn't take much for her to be happy if sweets are involved.

“Aren't you afraid that one day she's going to blow your cover?”

“No, she's good at playing along and keeping it a secret. Don't be too surprised if we work together in the future.” His tail slowly wags. You couldn't help but let out a breathy laugh. His forehead gently meets yours. It was the hours prior that you cherished. They were all you had until he returned. Then the dreaded question came.

“W-when are you…”

“That’s not for you to stress over. Just rest.” He carries you to bed, tucking both of you in. He clung onto you like you were his lifeline. You and Hima were the reason he kept doing this, why he fought so hard to have a hand in making this world a little safer. If there was one thing he wanted Hima to remember when he was gone, it was the lengths he'd go to protect the innocent. In the morning, you woke up to an empty bed and a house that was a little too quiet.

Months of no contact went by. You've gotten a few letters here and there, but no phone calls, texts, or video chats yet. You thought it would’ve affected Hima the most, knowing her father would only communicate through occasional letters. It seemed to be eating away at you the most.

After work, you drove to Hima's school. You were late to pick her up. You felt terrible for leaving her alone for so long, the feeling gnawing away at you. Work kept you longer than expected.

“What do you mean not here?!” you yelled at the school attendant in charge of pickups. They never lost Hima before.

“Who picked up my daughter?” You say slowly, trying to hold your composure. Inside, you were two seconds from blowing a fuse. If Dogday were here, he’d have the school locked down in a matter of seconds. The woman raises the clipboard to her face, trembling as she tries to find Hima's name.

“I-it says she was picked up by her other emergency contact.” She shows you the signature. The shaky handwriting belonged to the old lady who lives across the street. She was more than happy to help watch Hima when you and Dogday had your hands full. Suddenly you’re relieved.

“Sorry for the confusion." You were a little embarrassed for causing a scene, but your mind was still on Hima. "Have a good day.” You drive as she waves you off. There was something in your gut telling you something wasn't right.

You drove home faster than you should have. Everything looked normal from the outside, but your lights were on, which was odd. Hima usually stood with the older woman at her house until you picked her up. Did she leave her alone?

Leaving the car, you carefully unlock your door and look around. Hima's laughter filled the air, drowning out the sound of her favorite show in the background. You run to her voice and see her being spun around by

“Dogday!”

“Nini’s home too!” Hima says. Dogday props her on his hip, opening an arm out and pulling you into a tight hug.

“Y-you’re home!”

“I told you I wouldn't be away for that long.” He kisses your cheek, then gives your lips a peck, before placing Hima down.

“Ew, stop!” She whines, trying her hardest to push Dogday away from you.

“Go play with the things I got you, little cherub.” Dogday nudges her to the pile of plushies and sweets in a foreign writing. She happily trots to the messy pile and plops down, grabbing the small orange dog plush that looked similar to her father.

You didn't realize just how much he brought back. Forget about being reunited with your husband. This man brought back an entire store for his daughter.

“Dogday.” You cross your arms. He already knew what he was in for.

“Angel, before you say anything else,” he nudges you towards your bedroom. “I got you something too.”

Opening the door, he eagerly pushes you in. On the bed were items you’ve had on your wishlist that you swore you kept hidden. There was no way he could've found out what you wanted.

“How did you—”

“I have my ways, angel.” He wraps a hand around you, giving it a squeeze, reminding you you were his and his alone.

You mutter something under your breath. Dogday perks up an ear, leaning down to hear you.

“What was that, my angel?”

You look away, but he caught a glimpse of your teary eyes.

“I’m so grateful that you chose me.” You muttered a little louder, Dogdays tail wags. To him it was the opposite. You walked into his life when he was drowning, you saved him, even selflessly gave him a family.

“Never say that again. It's the opposite, really. You gave me a chance, a new start at life, and I'll remind you of that always.” He kisses you like a depraved man. You know there will be a day when he’s retired, you're both at home while Hima's away starting her own life. But right now. This was all you wanted. Absence made the heart grow fonder after all.

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Just gonna… place this here…

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A/n; This story is where Catnap bring you over to his kitty house since you've been overworking yourself AGAIN so he lets you sleep but having you same old nightmares about your parent makes you wake up in a cold sweat but luckily your fluffy, purring cat helps you go back to sleep.

In some cases my catnap doesn't use his red gas a lot and that it doesn't cause any nightmares as the canon catnap so just that be known. :) and in my Au catnap is able to sink into your dreams or nightmares

Also these are the bigger bodies and catnap is not Theodore in my au

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It was not the first time you've done this, overworking yourself to the point you fall asleep at your desk.

Your desk was buried beneath papers, folders, and loose sheets that was long gone from sliding off the desk and onto the floor. Some were slightly wrinkled under you as you felt.

Others stacked on top of each other. It had become a common thing that no one had seemed to question anymore.

You always seemed to end up in this situation somehow. All the time.

Every morning you've told yourself today that it would be different, be easier for you. You would pace yourself more lightly than rushing everything.

Maybe take breaks here and there, maybe even leave on time this time and yet somehow the day always changes itself into stacks of paper work, helping others, helping children and fixing mistake that weren't yours.

And saying yes when you should've said no.

But it was your job to do these things.. right?

You were now slumped over your desk. Exhausted, after a long day of signing papers.

Outside your office, the laughter of the children echoed through, their happy voices, their giggles and squeals. Normally that would make you smile.

But today it only reminded how long you've been sitting here, alone at your desk.

Your whole body ached, sore and your eyes burn only slightly.

Your hand is cramped from gripping your pen tightly for how many hours now? But if you finished now, then tomorrow would be easier for you. At least that was the lie you kept telling yourself.

And to tell you Catnap always HATED whenever you did this. He practically despised it.

Every time he noticed you pushing yourself over the edge too hard, he'd always try to step in one way or another. Sometimes he would simply drag you away from your desk. Other times he would push those papers off your desk like a cat would until you groan in frustration and leave.

Or other times, he'd use that red sleeping gas of his to knock you out long enough for you to get some rest.

Then he'd sit beside you until you woke up.

Dogday usually would join in too, curling or sitting nearby like an oversized guard dog making sure no one would disturb your peace and quiet.

But this time, you managed to fall asleep before either one of them could catch you.

Earlier that afternoon, you couldn't really tell. After spending time with the children and helping clean up the toys, another worker had approached you with an apologetic smile of theirs.

"Elliot needs these done by the end of the day."

Then they handed the stack of papers to you.

At first you laughed, thinking this was a joke. But it wasn't but still you accepted the task before realizing just how much Elliot expected form you.

By the time you understood the trap you'd already nodded, smiling and promising them that you'd get them done on time.

So you did what you always did. Pushed yourself through.

Hour after hour.

Page after page.

Signature after signature.

Until finally, with trembling and cramping hand and droopy eyes, you finished the whole stack of paper work.

The last paper finally signed.

The relief had hit you before the exhaustion. Now here you were, face pressed against the last finished paper, cheek resting on the scribble signature you signed.

Softly snoring in the silent office space while everyone outside searched Playcare wondering where you might have wandered off to.

And one particular kitty cat already knew exactly where to look for you.

The office door creaked slowly open.

"Found you."

Catnap's deep voice traveled through the dim room as he stepped inside. His tall figure filling the doorway, his ears slightly twitching in disbelief once his eyes landed on your slumped over figure.

He stared, then blinked slowly.. then again.

You were completely passed out at your desk.. again. Stacks of completed paperwork surrounding you.

Catnap let out a low grumble deep within his chest as he shut the door behind him, his tail lashing once behind in irritation.

Why were you so stubborn sometimes?

Why did you always have to feel the need to prove yourself worthy until you collapse time and time again?

Why did everyone keep letting you do this to yourself?

He then slowly started to walk over to you, his bare foot paws padding against the floor, his claws making clicking sounds as he walked. Before kneeling himself beside your chair. And for a moment, all his annoyance melted away.

Your hair had fallen over your face, ink slightly smudge on your palm, with the pen needing to be let go.

Your breathing was slow and heavy, clearly because you work yourself to death.

Slowly but carefully Catnap brushed the hair away from your face, his eyes lingering on your face until your face scrunched up slightly then relaxing. You were fully asleep.

You seemed to lean into his touch.

His expression softening, then letting out an another grumble, quieter this time since he was more closer to you.

"Too stubborn sometimes..."

He muttered under his breath, then he began to stand up, sliding one arm behind your back and the other beneath your legs, until he lifted you up without any trouble.

He was being mindfully in case he was to hit something.

For a moment you shifted in your sleep as he froze mid action. His ear flattening as he cringed slightly until you leaned into his warmth.Your cheek now pressed against his hoodie, then nuzzled closer to his fluffy neck.

He was side glancing down at you as his ear stood back up and twitched, his tail puffing up slightly then relaxing.

He lets out a sigh through his nose until he started to walk out of the office area.

He had a tight grip on you, just in case you were to fall but he wouldn't let that happen. His tail swayed lazily behind him as he walked down to his cat house.

You were being carried like a baby by a tall over 7 foot cat mascot. You were living the dream.

He finally made it to his cat house, the dim light behind the window letting him know Dogday was already in his house.

Waiting.

His tail wrapping around the door knob and opening it and letting him inside, turning to the side to make sure he doesn't hit your head against the door frame.

Dogday who was laying somewhere on the soft rug, perked up immediately.

"There you are! I was waiting for...-"

Dogday then shutted up as soon as he realized you were asleep in Catnap's arms while Catnap glared at him.

"Again..?"

Dogday whined as Catnap sighed, now looking down at you.

"Yes.."

Dogday then got up and walked over to Catnap and you, slightly brushing a paw against your warm cheek as you mumbled in your sleep. Catnap then gave a low hum and then walked over to his beanbag and placed you gently. The beanbag making you sink in as he moved your neck a little to the side, so it wouldn't be sore when you wake up.

You immediately melted as you continued to sleep.

Catnap nodded as he admired his work as he walked to where Dogday was.

Catnap keeping an eye on you while him and Dogday talked quietly for a while.

Everything was calm.

Until it wasn't...

"Oh sweetie.."

"Kiddo.."

Those voices...

No.. it can't be..

"Mama? Papa?"

You called out in your squeaky 10 year voice. It was the same nightmare you keep having every once in a while.

"How's our little girl?"

"Mum?"

"How's my little champion doing?"

"Dad?"

What's happening? You couldn't see anything? Why was it so dark?

Nothing.. just pure darkness

The voices were getting closer and closer but you couldn't see anything... why couldn't you see your parents?

Did you forgot what they looked like?

"Mum? Dad? Where are you?"

"We're over here sweetie."

"I can't see you?"

"Behind you."

That voice didn't sound like any of them but your body turned around, your eyes widening in fear, sweat now clinging onto your skin and your eyebrows furrowed.

Suddenly you saw two figures behind you.

Their faces were gone and nothing else.

"What-"

"You never said goodbye to us.."

"What.."

"You never missed us.."

"I did!"

"It should've been you!"

"NO!"

While you were sleeping, Dogday decided to sleep himself. He decided it was best to sleep beside you but on the floor to make sure that you slept peacefully on the bean bag with him nearby.

Catnap watched over, until he realized your face twisted. Your fingers clenching onto nothing as you let out a small whine.

His ear perking at the sudden sound.

Then..

"Mama... Papa..."

Catnap's ears now flat on his head as he heard you say those words, his face turning into worry and he stood up from where he sat and walked over to you.

Your brows pinched tightly, your lips trembling and tears forming in the corner of your eyes.

Your breathing became more rapid as you tossed and turned.

The memories were coming back to you.

Then suddenly you woke up in a fright, gasping like you lost air for a second as you sat straight up.

Tears dripping down your cheeks as sweat clung to your skin.

Your eyes were blurry, blinking a few times as you looked around to find out your were in Catnaps cat house until his voice called out to you.

"Nightmare?"

You gasp in surprise as you turned your head to the side to see Catnap watching you. His presence slightly calming you a bit.

"How.. how did I get here?"

"You passed out at your desk.. again."

Catnap let out a grumble lowly as you pursed your lips together.

"So I carried you here."

"Oh..okay."

You then shivered slightly but was noticed by Catnap. His gaze sharpening on you, then reaching his paw over to touch your cheek which was warm a few minutes ago to now icy cold.

"Oh.. I get cold every time I wake up from a nightmare.. no biggy."

You waved him off as you let out a soft nervous laugh while he hummed, standing up as he went to go grab something until he came back with a hoodie.

"Here. Take this."

"But-"

"Put it on."

"It's huge.."

"And you're cold, take it before I put it on you myself."

"Okay..Okay."

"..."

"Thank you."

You began to put the hoodie on and as soon you pulled your head through the hole and arms, you were engulfed by warm lavender fabric. It was like a Oodie but bigger.

Catnap then sat down on the bean bag as you looked at yourself until you were pulled in. He lifted you more comfortably on his lap, your legs straddling him as he started to purr.

"Cat..nap?"

"Try to sit still for me Starlight."

"Wha-"

Before you could finish, you relaxed onto his chest, his large paw on your back and the other wrapped around you securely.

Catnap then lowered his head and a faint red smoke drifted out of his mouth.

Suddenly a wave of sleepiness shot through you as you completely relaxed against him, your body limp as he held you.

"Don't fight it.. just relax for me."

Now you feel his gently claws combing through your hair, also giving you scalp a little massage as your eyes were drooping, open and close, open and close.

You were now back asleep.

Within a moment, you were back to the same old nightmare.

Darkness.

Voices.

Voices that echoed though the nothingness as you sobbed on the lifeless ground beneath you.

"I'm sorry.."

"I'm sorry.."

"I'm so-"

Meanwhile Catnap realized you were having a nightmare again and decided to fix it.

Your finger clenched his fur as you whined.

His paw moving up at the back of your head, his forehead leaning now against yours as he sunk into your mind.

He was now in your dream like he always did to help with your nightmares.

Your voice echoing through.

"I'm sorry.."

"I'm sorry.."

"I'm so-"

"Enough of that."

"Huh.."

You turned to the voice behind you as you spotted Catnap, you blinked up at him and realized he was now in your dream.

A lazy smirk now plastered on his face until the darkness turned into light.

You closed your eyes shut until you re opened them to see a flower field in front of you.

"I totally forgot you could do that.."

You pouted as Catnap softly gave out a chuckle, his tail swaying behind him as he stepped closer to you. His paw now resting on your head as he guided it down to your chin to lift your head up at him.

"Rest.."

He then crouched in front of you, leaning his head near your until your foreheads touched. You immediately felt lighter, eyes drooping as you laid limp against him.

After that, there was no more dreams, just rest.

After 3 hours of resting, you started to wake up from your slumber. Wondering what time it is.

Blinking then looking up at Catnap who was already awake, looking down at you with a smile.

"Morning sleepyhead."

Catnap joked as he purred, now nuzzling himself against you as you yawned.

"What time is it?"

"Just around 6:00pm"

You nodded then tried to stretch until your legs couldn't move, letting out a confused hum until you looked down.

Dogday was laying on your lap.

"Dogday has been here the whole time?"

"Pup was worried about you, everyone was."

"Oh.."

You softly smiled, reaching down to pet Dogday's head until his tail started wagging a lot as you chuckled.

"Dogday."

No response.

"I know you're awake, your tail is wagging you dork."

"Aww."

Dogday whined as he lifted his head up, Catnap laughed as Dogday sat up.

"I'm glad you got proper rest Angel.”

"Well all thanks to Catnap."

"You are very welcome starlight."

Catnap's purring became louder as you three stayed there a bit longer before going back out.

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Right I’m going to bed it’s 2:52am 😭

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Faint rustling roused you from your nap, pulling you from the sweet embrace of sleep you desperately needed.

Cracking your eyes open, vision foggy, you were met with an orange muzzle directly in your face.

Dogday was hovering over your bed, his body wiggling in a way that suggested that his tail was wagging a million miles an hour. But then again, your face was half smushed into a pillow, so you couldn't see all that well.

For a moment, the two of you just stared at each other, noses almost touching, the house quiet around you.

... Now that you thought about it, the house was a bit too quiet.

"Dogday," you muttered, throat dry from your mid afternoon nap. "Where are my children."

The bigger toy – who was supposed to be watching said kids – merely shrugged as he crawled onto the bed next to you. "With Mommy."

While that wasn't... necessarily bad thing, the distant crash that sounded from somewhere down the hall didn't help.

"That's not reassuring."

The only response you received was a low huff as Dogday draped himself over you, perfectly content to lay his entire body weight on top of you. His head laid on your shoulder, his tail still wagging.

"Sleep," He muttered next to your ear.

"They're going to trash the house." You countered, your eyes already slipping shut again.

"Shhh," Dogday cuddled closer - if that was even possible. Your ribs were being crushed. But hey, it was comfortable.

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Can you do a Dogday x sloth reader (toy obviously)

Perhaps from wherever the reader stays in save heaven they stare at Dogday all like "is this... Happiness?"

I need him saved, alive and well 😞

SleepySloth

That's the name they gave you.

The name that no one else knew besides the doctors and toys.

You were a scrapped toy, just a suggestion. You were supposed to be apart of the Smiling Critters but others filled your role.

Meeting the smiling critters for the first time was the best thing that ever happened to you. Catnap was quiet, keeping to himself. Bobby was sweet and affectionate. KickenChicken was energetic and seemed a bit cocky. Everyone was so unique, but one of them caught your eye.

Dogday lingered around, chiming in when he could, but he was different somehow. Something about him excluded him out of his group but you just couldn't quite put your finger on it. Is it his kindness? His knowledge? Or is it that he seems the most normal out of everyone?

They would arrange something like a playdate for the toys, they said it was to get to know each other, but they would make us meet at random, so that doesn't appear to be true.

11:00 AM 8/8/95

But one day, when you, the smiling critters, and some other toys were playing, an alarm went off, screaming in your ears. People were screaming too.

Not the excited laughs or giggles you normally heard.

Horrified screams, like ones you would let out when in danger.

Something weird started happening to a lot of the toys. Catnap started groaning and clutching his stomach, a cracking sound coming from his body.

Toys started screaming and banging on the door to be let out. Everything was happening too fast, you needed to get out of this room.

You were just about to bolt past some of the toys, but Dogday grabbed you and a few others before you could move.

"Stay behind me." He demanded, sounding too calm for a situation like this. "What's happening?" One toy asked. "I'm scared." Another one said. You peeked over Dogday's shoulder to see what's happening.

Catnap is on the floor, limbs outstretched in a way that shouldn't be possible. His pained sounds have gotten louder, he starts standing up, hunching over in a posture that a real cat would have. His mouth.. is hanging low in an impossibly wide smile. His eyes are sunken deep in their sockets. He keeps getting taller and taller every second, his arms and legs about 11 inches. He looked insanely malnourished tot he point of death.

You start to back away, fear hitting you. Catnap looks towards you and Dogday, and starts to slowly inch closer. "Catnap, what's happening? What happened to you? Why are people screaming?" Dogday frantically asked, needed to know answers.

Catnaps head leans down to his face, his mouth somehow opening wider, red smoke starts emerging from deep within his mouth.

"What are you-" Dogday questions, slightly stepping away from Catnap. His mouth opens, to speak again, but he inhales the smoke instead. His eyes flutter and his legs wobble, he tries to catch himself but he falls onto you and another toy.

Catnap starts exhaling the red gas more urgently, looking up to secure the room better.

You squirm and struggle underneath Dogday's weight, being heavy despite looking so plush and light. You manage to roll him over and stand up.

Chaos is occurring, inside this room and outside of it.

Catnap is facing away from you, this might be your only chance to get away! You run past him to the door, getting ahold of the door knob and turning it back and forth wildly. The sound makes Catnaps head turn, his focus all on you now.

You start banging on the door, begging to be let out.

Catnap marches in your direction, his smoke emitting quicker. You dodge it, putting your nose and mouth into your elbow. You approach where Dogday is and stand near him, not knowing what do do now.

Catnap quickly catches up and grabs your waist roughly with one hand, lifting you into the air and pulling you close to his face. You fight against his grip, screaming in fear and pain. The red vapor hits your face and you hold your breath, putting your hand over your mouth and nose. But you can't hold it forever. You inhale slightly and you feel it, your body getting weak and your mind getting hazy. Your head lolls forward and then back, trying to fight the tiredness. You can't do anything more, sleep takes you.

11:21 AM 8/8/95

You wake up with a cold sweat, breathing heavily. You look around, everyone is gone. The absurdly loud alarm is still going off, but the exit to the room is wide open. Standing up, you feel a bit drowsy from whatever Catnap exposed you to. Leaving the playhouse was a piece of cake since there were no staff around to stop you, but it didn't feel nice to be completely alone.

A chill runs down your spine as you hear screaming coming from Home Sweet Home. Since you were in Playcare, you were able to easily run over there. But, it was hard to do so, since there were dozens of bodies scattered around.

You scream. There's too much blood everywhere.

Complete silence fills your ears after your yell, no movement besides your body shaking.

You close your eyes, the sudden scare too much to bear. A door creaks open slowly, the sound echoing in the large enclosure. You slowly open your eyes, turning your head to see where the noise came from.

Catnap. He stands on all fours, just like before. He's standing in front of Home Sweet Home. Was he the one that caused the screaming you heard earlier? Did he hurt somebody? You were just about to run away from him until you saw Dogday peeking out from behind the doorframe. "Sloth!" He yells, just about to make his way towards you before Catnap blocks him with his lanky arm. "We can trust them Catnap, if they were going to hurt us they would've already." Dogday states, pushing past him. He speed walks over, a big relieved smile plastered on his face. "I'm so glad you're okay! Even if we don't really know each other well, I wouldn't want any of the toys to get hurt." He stammered out, grabbing your hand.

"Come on, I don't think it's safe out here yet." He whispers, looking around before dragging you towards Catnap.

After Dogday leads you into Home Sweet home, you saw what was really happening. Dogday explained that Catnap was protecting him and apparently the orphans. But that doesn't explain why he would kill all those people. Unless the strangers were the danger? You don't know, nothing makes sense.

12:03 PM 8/8/95

You hear nothing besides the occasional whisper and cry of one of the orphans. Abruptly, Catnap walks to the center of the room, turning around the face Dogday who is staring at the ground. His finger comes up and gestures for him to come over.

Dogday snaps out of his daze and staggers over.

Catnap leans down, his mouth near Dogday's ear.

Silence takes over for a few moments before Dogday gasps and steps back. "Y-You do? Who?" He shouts, needing answers. Catnap whispered something to Dogday that none of you heard, but it sounded important by his reaction to it.

Catnap turns around and heads for the exit. Dogday trots after him, desperate to know. You follow after, curious.

Catnap doesn't stop walking until he's near some of the bodies, starting to shift from leg to leg until he slowly stands up tall. Your mouth gapes open, shocked by his true height. Dogday's tail stops wagging.

Catnap faces you both once again, looking at only Dogday. "The prototype..." Catnap says, his voice raspy and deep. "He did this. Made me stronger. You can too. Join me Dogday, follow him and we can take revenge on everyone who hurt us." He speaks once more, taking long pauses. His hand extends to Dogday, his palm facing up, awaiting his acceptance.

Dogday stills, not knowing what to do after his proposal. He looks down at his hand, then at his eyes, then back at his hand. "You want to follow someone...who killed innocent people?" He asks, his eyebrows furrowing. "I know some of the bad people are probably dead too but no one deserves death Catnap! This is all wrong." His voice quivers and he steps back. "No. I won't join you." He declared.

Catnap's hand stays in the air for a moment more, before dropping to his side. Dogday's eyebrows falter from their angry placement, angling upwards instead. "'m going back to the orphans." He turns around without another word, not waiting to see if you'll follow.

You don't stay a moment more, quickly following after him. You look over your shoulder, Catnap still stands tall, but not as friendly as he was a second ago. Something felt wrong. You couldn't think about it for much longer as Catnap bolted for Dogday, lifting his paw to evidently attack him.

You didn't think, you just acted. Stepping between the two of you and shielding Dogday with your back.

Pain erupts within you. A scream tore through your throat and you fall to your knees. You tilt your head to see what happened.

Your arm was torn off. Completely.

Dogday spins around, seeing the sight. Catnap pauses, but doesn't seem frightened. You crawl, heading for Dogday. He falls to the floor and pulls you close to him, trying to calm you down with 'its okay's and 'breathe's. Catnap dismisses you and continues heading towards Dogday. He grabs him by his arm and starts dragging him away to who knows.

You lie on the cold ground, crying in pain, begging someone to help you. The pain is too much, you're losing so much blood. You feel so lightheaded. You can't help but close your eyes and lose consciousness.

"Hey buddy, you awake?" An unknown voice asks.

You move your leg a little and feel something cold and mushy. Your eyes open as quickly as you can open them and look at what your foot touched. "You are! That's just great!" That unknown voice speaks again, but shoves their face into your vision.

Is that- Doey?

"I'm sure you already know me, but I'm Doey. And you my mini friend..look like you're apart of the smiling critters! But you aren't on any of the posters or in the show." He mutters that last part. "I don't really want to get into that right now." You replied, sitting up. "Woah! Easy there pal. Don't want you getting up and about just yet." Doey hurriedly says, putting both of his hands on your chest and pushing you back down.

You let him move you and you let you finally have a moment to think. Dogday. "Catnap took Dogday, I need to find him!" You explained, worry seeping back in. Doey's smile fades and his expression turns into one of pity. "If Catnap was the one who took your friend away, then it might be too late." He informs.

You look to the ground, guilt throbbing in your heart.

Was it your fault he was taken away? Are you the reason he might be dead? All the horrible thoughts your mind could form were swirling around in your head. "But, he might not be in Catnap's area." Doey finally says. "If he isn't, I could bring him back here.

Well, In the sense that he's alive." Doey clarifies.

There could be a chance that he's still alive

So, you waited. You got better, got to know people, and lived impatiently peacefully.

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But one day, you woke up to the sound of frantic yelling. You peeked through the small tent you stay in. You see Doey, Scout, and three others. "We'll talk about this later. For now, I'll make sure "out there" is where he stays." He walks away with no further word.

The three people start talking, mostly the red headed one. The person with a grab pack, starts walking to where Doey headed. Should you introduce yourself?

That doesn't seem like such a bad idea if they do stay.

Stepping out of the tent, you make your way towards Poppy, you think her name was, and stand in front of her. "Hello, I'm SleepySloth." You introduce reaching out your left hand, used to using it by now.

"Oh! Hello. I'm poppy, and this is Kissy." The little doll says, smiling warmly, but her eyes make that warmth change into something more unsettling. "I haven't seen you guys around here before, is this your first time visiting Safe Haven?" You ask. Poppy's smile falters for a second before she forces it back in place.

"I-it's a long story. l'd rather not get into it at the moment." She explains, voice getting quieter with each word.

You notice how uncomfortable she's getting and back off from that topic. "Hey." she starts, "You look like one of the smiling critters, are you one of them?" She observes, looking closer at your smiling critters like features. ".Yeah, but I didn't make the cut." You say, not proud of it. Poppy frowns, that stupid pitiful look you get from your backstory or from looking at your missing arm.

"I think you're the last one of the smiling critters." She remarked, "Well, besides Catnap and Dogday." Poppy added. You still, Dogday? "Wait, is he alive?

Dogday, I mean." Poppy thinks for a second, eyes looking somewhere else. "I don't think so, but l'm not so sure. __ might know, they were traveling in Catnap's territory." You turn your head, hearing a door hissing open. The person Poppy just talked about is heading in a direction that seems like an exit.

You scurry over to them, your legs struggling to keep up with your pace. "Excuse me, excuse me!" The person's head turns slightly. Your legs come to a quick stop. "Hah, hello. I-I know you don't know me, but, do you think you can do me a huuuuuuge favor?" You ask, your voice getting quiet at that last part.

The person is now fully facing you, their head slightly tilted as if interested. "Um, so..." You start, "Could you get me into Catnap's territory?" Their head shakes, signaling no. "I promise we'll be fast! I'm quick on my toes." You stated. They look you up and down, their sarcastic expression evident.

"Please help me. Dogday is trapped somewhere and it's all my fault." You say, desperate for help.

They look away, staring at where they were about to exit out of. The door opens again, Doey walks out.

"Huh? Why are you still here?" He asks, looking at them before you. "I was just asking if they could help me." He looks over to you. "Help you with what?" His skepticism creeping in his tone. "To find Dogday."

He frowns, a sigh escaping his lips. "We've gone over this. It's too dangerous to venture where Catnap could be. _——_ go ahead, I'll figure this out with SleepySloth." Doey explains, stepping in between the two of you. "Catnap's dead." Poppy says, stepping out of the tent where her and Kissy Missy were.

"What?" Doey asks, his expression unreadable. "It's not completely safe there, but it's safer to explore now." She states, voice steady, and for some reason on your side.

Doey looks between you, and the others, speechless.

His face scrunches and his fists shake before another sigh comes out and he turns his back to us. "Just...be careful, and make it quick." He demands, returning into a room.

You smile as wide as you can, shaking with excitement. "He said it's okay, so let's go! If we start right now, we can be back so fast." You say turning towards the unknown person. They nod and start heading to the sealed door that everyone entered from.

How long has it been? It feels like it's been hours.

Walking as fast as you can, you stumble across pool tiles, feeling as if the giant ducks are staring at you in pity. You almost slip on a trail of blood, but luckily your company catches you. You let them go ahead, they're tall enough to open the door anyway, Bodies and bodies of miniature versions of the smiling critters are scattered across the floor, blood stained under their fragile weights.

You put your hand over your noise, the soft fur somewhat comfort and a reminder of your new dominant arm.

You see cages of iron bars all around the room, and kinds of dirt and grime every- "You...you're Poppy's angel." You turn your head, the voice catching you off guard. You still. Seeing the old face you once remember looking tired and hope all gone. He goes on to speak to your new friend, not seeming to notice you. You don't hear a word he's saying, only focusing on his eyes, his arms locked up, and his legs... torn off while stuffing pours out. Your endless thoughts get interrupted by the frantic scream of Dogday.

"Oh no...OH NO! Leave me. Please. Just go!... RUN!" He shouts as you see the same miniature versions of the smiling critters alive and well crawling out from cracks and holes in the walls scurrying towards him.

You don't think. You act on thought. Grabbing ahold of his wrists, and yanking them out of the locks.

Hurriedly maneuvering him onto your back like a makeshift backpack. "GO!" You scream as loud as you can, bolting to where you came from. The chase was relentless. the sound of your plush slamming against the ground and the sound of the plushies crawling quickly across the floor. The stranger sprints ahead of you, switching out his hand to a purple one and launching it onto a pad, springing themself up high and onto the elevator platform. You hold on tight to Dogday as you make a decision. You stand at the edge of the pad, pulling Dogday off of your back. "Catch him!" You shout as you throw Dogday as hard as you can towards the Stranger.

Dogday gasps but still reaches out to them, their grab pack hands pulling him onto the elevator. You take a step back, then jump off as hard as you can.

But it wasn't hard enough. You start falling, but your arm manages to grab onto the hard flooring. The only thing stopping you from dropping completely is your left hand holding onto the platform.

"SleepySloth!" Dogday calls out, crawling over to you and grabbing your hand. He struggles to pull you up, his arms weak from not moving for who knows how long. The stranger pushes him aside and pulls you up with their grab pack, launching you onto the platform.

But it wasn't hard enough. You start falling, but your arm manages to grab onto the hard flooring. The only thing stopping you from dropping completely is your left hand holding onto the platform.

"SleepySloth!" Dogday calls out, crawling over to you and grabbing your hand. He struggles to pull you up, his arms weak from not moving for who knows how long. The stranger pushes him aside and pulls you up with their grab pack, launching you onto the platform.

They quickly press the button to signal the need to go up. The small smiling critters pour out and rush in your direction, but it was too late. The elevator ascends up and your journey starts again.

The door to Safe Haven screeches open, the sight of Poppy, Kissy, and Doey standing in front of you.

Everybody helps you bring Dogday to a hut for him to stay in. Doey gets supplies to patch him up, Poppy talks to him, and that stranger is gone.

Doey shows you how to sew him up, his waist looking as brand new as you could get it. His wrists also got some work done. Since when you got him out of his cell and the locks on his arms, it pulled the stitching apart a good bit.

Once you got him all patched up, everyone let you two be.

Sitting down next to him, you can't seem to make eye contact.

"I'm so sorry." Dogday says, his voice raspy enough to remind you of Catnap. "Why are you apologizing? I was the one that caused all of this to happen." You say, tears welling up too quickly in your eyes.

"Nothing could have stopped this from happening."

He says, placing his hand on your shoulder.

You finally turn to look at him in his eyes. Even though he doesn't have eyebrows, you can see how sad he looks. "I know we weren't close, but I always saw you as part of the Smiling Critters crew." He states, no hint of lying in his words. Your lip shakes and your eyes blur, in a moment of vulnerability, you hug him, shaking from the years of held in guilt. This moment doesn't feel real. No matter how real your thoughts and tears are, you can't believe he's really here.

You pull back to look at him, your eyes looking in his sockets to where his would be. "I always thought it was me that made you suffer." He shakes his head slowly, his hands cradling your head. "It was never your fault. You saved me today, that's the only thing that matters now."

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Your fingers ran over half healed stitches, checking the condition of the surrounding fabric. The rain pattering softly against the roof created a background symphony to the rhythmic thump thump thump of Dogday’s tail against your side. Insistent and ever present.

The bigger toy had practically thrown himself from the couch when he heard the rain start up, begging you to go outside. Of course, you weren’t taking any precautions, and forced him to let you check his stitching before he got himself soaked with rain water and mud. 

“Now can I go?” He asked for the fourth time, prompting you to sigh and stand from your crouched position. 

“Yes, Dogday, you can go now–” Before you even had a chance to do much of anything, he bolted past you and through the front door. “Stay in the front yard!” You called after him. 

The only response you received was a joyful ”WOOP!” and the sound of splashing water as Dogday landed in the biggest puddle he could find. You were definately going to have to hose him off later.

[bun-z-bakery]

Where The Heart Is

Pairing: Dogday x GN!Reader

Warnings/Tags: Fluff, tiny bit of angst, comfort fic, unhealed trauma, slightly suggestive joke, mention of gore, only Dogday, Poppy, and Kissy mentioned/living with reader/angel.

Words: 1k

A/N: Helloooo!! It's been forever since i lasted posted a fic, I've been dealing with a lot of burnout mixed in with writers block and so much has happened that made me fall into a funk, so I tried to write a little something as a comfort fic not just for myself but for you guys who love Dogday! ♡

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It still felt odd, having the three with you at home. And honestly, you haven't been able to get much sleep. The things you’ve seen down there… It's been keeping you up at night. You see flashes of gore, the toys in the corner of your eyes, smell the blood, and hear the screams. It feels like nothing you do can make it go away.

After your goodnights to the three, you retreat to your room. You change, then slip under the covers, hoping to get some sleep, but tonight was just like the others. All you do is toss and turn instead, another vain attempt at slumber.

Keeping a brave face outside the factory feels even harder than it did when you were down there.

With a frustrated sigh, you uncover yourself and get out of bed. You maneuvered through the dark, trying to keep your footsteps light. The soft glow of your phone illuminating the path before you.

This was your routine every single night.

Get up, head to the living room, and stay awake, keeping your mind occupied with whatever you could find that was quiet enough that it wouldn't wake the toys.

Turning on the T.V and setting it at the lowest volume, you lay back, arms crossed, and watch whatever mindless slop was on at this time of night.

You thought you went unnoticed and unheard within the shadows.

“Angel.”

Oh, how wrong you were.

You flinch at Dogday hushed voice.

“Dogday?” You turn around. You stopped yourself from shrieking in terror, seeing him towering over you in the dark behind the couch. The glow of the TV made his features terrifying, and he knew. He hated how he was very aware of that.

Dogday carefully steps closer, hands up by his chest to show he means no harm.

He hated seeing you on edge.

“I'm sorry you-”

“Startled you?”

…

You could hear the hurt in his voice. There was a small sigh that came after, the kind you knew meant he tried to shrug it off.

“Didn't expect you to be there, is all. Come here!”

You pat the seat next to you. He hesitated for a second, then decided to indulge in your request.

As soon as he sits on the couch, you tense up. You weren't sure what to do. You stayed glued to your side, and so did he. Both of you just sat there in silence. Neither of you was paying too much attention to whatever was playing on the T.V.

“You don't sleep.”

Dogday breaks the silence first, turning his face to you.

Your shoulders drop with a sigh. You feign ignorance.

“I wasn't tired.”

“You're never tired, it seems.”

You tilt your head in his direction.

“What do you mean?”

Dogday crosses his arms, his long legs stretched out as he leans back into the cushion.

“I hear you at night. You toss and turn, then you come to the living room and spend the rest of your night here before heading back to your room and pretending to wake up when we do.”

There was a small pause. He waited for you to interject. But you remain silent.

“I see the tiredness in your eyes, in your movements, and in your voice. Sometimes you flinch around me… Around us. It worries me, Angel.”

Without meaning to, a tear runs down your cheek. The softer light from the T.V makes it sparkle. It was hard to miss now. Dogday reaches out and wipes it away. He knew he shouldn't touch you, especially in this state, but it pains him more not being able to comfort you. You tense, feeling his finger on your cheek. Hands that could easily kill you were gentle and warm despite what he's been through.

“It's been hard… after everything… I didn't realize you've been paying attention.”

He moves his hand away. You almost chased his touch. You hated how you reacted whenever he, Poppy, or Kissy would touch you. You trusted them, but your body didn't.

Dogday lets out a soft yawn; his ears raise and then fall. You let out a soft laugh. You were happy seeing him so free and comfortable.

“I apologize, Angel. I'm very tired but couldn't bear to see you suffer in silence anymore. I understand you don't want to crush the girls feelings, but they can see it too. You deserve your peace as well. I'm aware my presence isn't—”

“Isn't what?”

You sat up. Dogday didn't reply. You hated hearing the way he spoke about himself.

“Dogday, this form—your body wasn't your fault, and I'll never be disgusted by you. I want you here with me! I l—”

You quickly cut yourself off. Dogday stares at you. His head tilts to the side. You thought you upset him with your words. Until his shoulders started to shake as he covered his mouth, trying to hold back his laughter.

“Dogday shush!”

You playfully shove his shoulder, something you were afraid of doing before, yet here you were, sitting next to him and now, touching him.

“You almost said it.”

“No, I didn't.”

There was a small opening for you to do something you might regret later. You decide to take it. Carefully you move to Dogday's side, throwing an arm around his torso and leaning your head onto his shoulder. You remained there and didn't want to move.

Neither did he.

Slowly he moved his arms, wrapping them around you. You didn't flinch, didn't even tremble. It just felt right. Or maybe you were too tired to stay alert for much longer, allowing your walls to start crumbling one by one.

Then came the tears… You truly weren't expecting more, but your emotions had betrayed you. Dogday holds you closer as your body trembles.

You did your best to keep your sobs quiet. Dogday didn't care. He was happy you were here with him, letting everything you've bottled up within yourself out.

He'd already shed all the tears he needed. No one was there to comfort him, but now that he was here with you, he could hold you in his arms the way no one held him when he needed it.

“I'm sorry I—”

“Angel?” Dogday rubs circles on your arms. His furry hands were soft on your skin.

“Y-yes?”

He looks down at your glossy eyes in your mind. You were probably small and pathetic.

“I absolutely adore you. I hope you know that. You won't suffer alone for as long as you allow me to be here with you.”

He whispered.

You hadn't realized how those few words would've affected you.

“Dogday—”

He gently shushes you. You weren't in the proper state to form coherent sentences. He only wanted you to clear your mind and to let him in.

“There's no need to say anything. Just stay here with me and breathe.”

You weren't sure if it was the softness of his voice or the way his chest rumbled whenever he spoke. But it was oddly soothing… You begin to hiccup as your tears slowly subside. Your eyes grow heavy with each breath you take.

Until your eyes close.

Opening them, you find yourself back in your bed. You can see Dogday huge form moving in the dark.

“Dogday!” You whispered, His shadow stops by the doorway.

“Yes, my Angel?”

“… Stay with me.”

There was a moment of hesitancy. Until his heavy footsteps he tried to soften grew closer, and then the bed dipped deeply as he sat on it.

“I’m going to break your bed, angel…”

You paused, then smirked.

“It was going to happen eventually.”

You say, pulling him down to the bed, which surprisingly held his weight. You wrap yourself around him.

“What... do you mean by that?”

He turns to you despite not being able to see you. You didn't respond to him, but he could hear the way your breathing slowed as your body relaxed next to his.

Dogday smiles, knowing how he was the one who was able to comfort you to the point of true slumber.

Your hand slowly slips from his chest, but Dogday was quick to catch it, gently placing it back to his heart, right where it belonged.

And just as he was drifting off to sleep himself.

“I love you too.”

You muttered. Which only made Dogday hold you closer. And for once, you were able to get a full night's rest.

A/N: Thank you so much fore reading!

[joyfulllittlething]

hear me out

poppy playtime x fem/gn reader but she take them home with her [has a big ahh house that's mostly empty] after showing them care and gaining trust...

Would anyone actually read that? Cuz I'd make it based off each of the chapters then at the end I'd write taking them home and life at home

If so, lemme know what characters you want to see!

[yourbloodysunrise]

Ah, that's fine! Don't worry! I'll have plenty more! :D

Could I ask for a DogDay and CatNap one? Like, both are in the player's house and they try to get along? Player is (mostly) traumatized, and it's terrified of both, although he take care of them very well. (All of the other toys are in the house too but shh they're not important in this story.)

Like, CatNap tries to be close to the Player and the Player is like: "Yeah... Sure... Please stay away..".

(Note: Both toys feel guilty what happened with Player at Playtime Co. And DogDay feels guilty for participating in the Hour of Joy, CatNap only for the innocent he had to kill).

And that's all! Have a great day/night! :3

🌤️ — mkay, enjoy ☆

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❝ Silent hatred. ❞

— FANDOM: POPPY PLAYTIME.

— PAIRING: CATNAP & DOGDAY x READER, WHO SHELTERED THEM.

— PLATONIC.

— HCS.

— TW: BAD ENGLISH, BAD GRAMMAR, OOC, SO UHH MENTION OF DEATH AND VIOLENCE BUT NOTHING MUCH.

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☆ ┈ Okay, first of all, how did these two get together and not kill each other yet? How did you get CatNap to leave the factory in the first place?

☆ ┈ CatNap is incredibly loyal to The Prototype, in order to force him to leave the factory, it is necessary either that Prototype himself abandon him, or that The Prototype die. Not much, yeah?

☆ ┈ It's a little easier with DogDay. Deep down, he would like to leave this damn place, but desperation makes him believe that he cannot be saved. And the lack of legs makes it difficult to move.

☆ ┈ Let's say you sewed his legs from other parts of toys. It looks creepy, but hey, at least he can move on his own now.

☆ ┈ I have no idea how you managed to get out of the factory. But, uh, okay, let's say you did it. And now you have two dangerous, hungry and seriously traumatized huge toys..

☆ ┈ CatNap is extremely unstable, so you're even doing the right thing by staying away from it. It annoys him, though.

☆ ┈ Be sure that if The Prototype abandons him, then CatNap will start seeing you as his new god, so it's creepy.

☆ ┈ Having a monster that worships you is the last thing you can expect. But uh, some things are happening even if we didn't expect it.

☆ ┈ CatNap brings you dead street animals as a "gift", maybe even arranges an altar dedicated to you somewhere in your house. In general, he is absolutely not the one you would like to live with.

☆ ┈ You didn't bring him to your place. He's the one who followed you.

☆ ┈ You avoid him, just try to give him food or something so that he leaves you alone, because you obviously won't be able to get rid of him.

☆ ┈ And he? He tries to get closer to you, thinking that you consider him unworthy, so you ignore him.

☆ ┈ DogDay might have already killed him for safety reasons if he hadn't been so weak. Being in the same house with your tormentor and savior? Fate must love to mock him.

☆ ┈ It's a miracle that CatNap didn't kill him. He probably didn't do it just because you spared DogDay, but know that he has doubts about whether to let his "friend" live.

☆ ┈ At least it's more pleasant to communicate with him. You're afraid of him, too, of course, but at least he doesn't pose a danger to you.

☆ ┈ Speaking of danger. Expect half of your house to be trashed because these two often attack each other. They just can't stand each other.

☆ ┈ DogDay is still tormenting himself with painful memories of what happened at the factory. These long, painful years, full of pain..It's not so easy to forget.

☆ ┈ You often notice him sitting in a corner, reflecting on all that he has been through. It is better not to touch him at such moments.

☆ ┈ CatNap, of course, has not forgotten all that horror at the factory either. But unlike DogDay, he somehow treats it easier.

☆ ┈ All those who did this to them are dead. They can no longer return to the factory. All these sacrifices, what did he have to make? Hm. There's nothing he can do about it anymore.

☆ ┈ It would be more important to focus on what is happening now. Or, more precisely, the one next to him.

☆ ┈ In fact, it's likely that one of them will end up killing the other, so good luck dealing with this lol.

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🌤️ — to be honest, I didn't have any ideas at all, which is why this took so long, sorry :c

🌤️ — I can't say that I'm satisfied with this one, but I just wanted to finish it so as not to drag it out even longer. hope you like it?? have a good day!