Child! Reader being turned into a mini Dogday via anon! Magic. How does everyone react?
Dogday is straight up not having a good time. This is what he wanted to avoid, what he wanted to save you from. Yet here you are, a fluffy pup that looks so like him. You squawk and shout as Dogday snatches you from where the littles were trying to paw at your new fur. He's pawing at you too, searching for zippers or velcro or buttons or something that proves this is just a costume someone snuck onto you while you were all asleep.
But the zipper on your torso, the one like him, only leads into darkness, a firm wall of black that hides something fragile.
You don't know what to do, neither do the littles, when Dogday breaks down. He screams and cries and begs for your forgiveness, he didn't protect you, they got you despite how hard he tried. You try to hug him and soothe him, but he's crying too hard to really hear it. Biscuits' purrs, Peanuts' whines, and Cubby's smacks at his hips don't pull him out of it. He's truly gone, lost in his own grief.
Catnap, separate from the mental breakdown that Dogday is having, feels a deep sorrow for you as well. He didn't want what happened to him, and though he knows this is a sudden change, painless, you don't appear to be having the best time with your new body either. So he strives to make you feel normal. He calls you "little heretic" to make you laugh as Dogday scolds him. He grooms you like you're a kit, despite your whining. He carries you by your new scruff, and he does his best to protect you as Dogday figures out what's happening and how you're going to change back.
Can we please have some more dog moments from Dogday please?
Sure can do sweetheart! Dog moments from Dogday💚
Dogday is well.. extremely loyal
He waits for you every day, waiting patiently for you to come back to him. Fearful that one day you won't
But you always do, and he can't help but adore the loving hands that return to him and save him from himself and his story
The clock ticked effortlessly, each tick feeling like an hour but it had only been a minute. The large canine sighed as he waited by the door of the cabin you all called home, with Biscuits nuzzled into his side as he waited. Peanuts waited too, howling sometimes as he felt you took too long to come home and Cubby just kept her distance from everything until she knew you were home.
His floppy ears drooped even more, eyes weary as he thought of any possibility. Even after you had all left the factory, his heart still couldn't fathom the fact that they were all safe and he still worried for your safety when you were away. In a way, being in the outside world rather than the factory made him fear for you more. So when he heard the fumbling of keys and saw the door open, he immediately got up and greeted you with a wagging tail. "Angel! You're home. How was your day? Did anything happen at work?" He asked, following you around like a lost puppy dog when he was a grown man. He listened to you rant and ramble, listening and just glad you were home. He would lay by that door and rot if you hadn't.
Dogday doesn't like baths
He can tolerate them but... He isn't gonna like em
And he has no clue why, when he was a human he loved taking hot showers. Not it just felt like an inconvenience to him
Dogday grumbled as you forced his oversized body into the tub before turning on the faucet, ignoring his groans and stares of displeasure as his arms were folded over his golden chest. The warm water felt nice but something about having wet fur just irked him.
He felt your gentle hands rub the soap into his fur, and he didn't mind that.. he just didn't like when you'd get a plastic bowl and fill it up with water before dunking it on his head or wherever he was soapy. Grumbling every time you did and shaking as payback, getting you and everything surrounding you soaked. You turned your back for a moment, grabbing a brush to brush a knot you found in his fur.. and he took the chance. Slowly, he lifted himself up and tried to sneak out of the bathtub but was quickly caught red-handed.
"Dogday!" You scolded, walking back over and ignoring his big guilty puppy eyes as you got him back in the bathtub. He huffed and wanted to fight against you, but just gave up. You're lucky he loved you so much.
Time for the angst guys
Remember how I said he'd just lay and rot in front of the door if you didn't come back? Yeahhh..
He waited, and oh how he waited so very patiently. Waiting for hours with each tick that echoed through the house for you.
It had been days and he was scared, wanting to go out and look for you but you had told him to stay. And he was loyal to your demands... But he found himself too heavy to move and take care of himself or anyone else inside as long as you were gone. He continued to wait, ignoring a worried Poppy and Kissy. Ignoring the worried stares and even Cubby coming along and trying to get him to move despite her distaste for him.
He stayed and waited. And waited. And waited. Your scent started to leave the house, and that broke his heart. You smelled like nostalgia and home, like a fresh baked pie on thanksgiving but the home was now empty and abandoned. The pie now rotten and the good smell fading, all he could smell was the rain outside and the sadness he felt.
Nothing could make him move, and he continued to wait for you. And he would stay waiting for as long as it takes.
I just wish to see peanuts and Dogday getting along for once please-
Interloper: Sleeping Dogs Lie
Peanuts was a very squishy toy.
Understandably so, Dogday thought, since the little thing was made to resemble a plush toy, meant to be hugged and squished.
Squished like Peanuts was currently being. The pup laid across Dogday's chest, face free to carefully pinch and squash between his fingers. Peanuts merely snoozed as Dogday pulled and poked, uncaring of the way his head stretched.
If anything, he enjoyed the attention, judging by the lazy thump of his little tail.
Something about Peanuts irked Dogday. The way the toy acted, begging for your attention, blocking Dogday himself from getting any, it was infuriating. But there was a distinct. . . youthfulness to the pup. He was young, very young, in need of care and love.
Dogday despised the miniature critters, back when he lived within the factory. Before the Hour of Joy, they were more annoying, little pests that the kids liked to chase and hug and that enjoyed stealing food or getting underfoot. After the hour, they were starved and crazed, feasting on whatever decomposing husk they could find, regardless of whether the damned soul was still alive.
Peanuts was the first you found that was actually different. Whatever the reason, Peanuts was more affectionate than his fellow little critters. He willingly followed you around, ate from your hand, snuggled into your chest to sleep.
Following Peanuts came Biscuits, and then Cubby. A trio of little mischief makers that Dogday never expected to come to care for.
But here he was, petting Peanuts as the pup snoozed on his chest.
Was this a family? Dogday couldn't remember the last time he felt like he truly belonged someplace like this. Before he was. . . him, there wasn't much. Not that he could remember, at least. And while the other Smiling Critters were all trauma bonded, they all had their own issues that kept them from truly feeling like friends, much less family.
This. . . this was different. This was freedom, as Dogday chose to stay with you, his angel, and all the others did too. They could leave, technically, could go find what the world was about. But they didn't want to. They wanted to live here, with little rascals and your loving touch.
Speaking of, Dogday sighed as he felt your lips press to the top of his head. You moved to kiss Peanuts too, chuckling as the pup whined happily.
Peanuts first word is 'mama', I refuse to have it any other way.
UUWAGAUAHUAHAHFUHA
Peanuts murmuring the sweetest little "mama" against Angel's chest, to their shock and utter adoration. Oh, he gets so many kisses for that, such that the others soon pick up on it and start saying their own words to their favorite people. Biscuits definitely manages a "papa" for Dogday while Cubby perhaps says "fuck you" to Catnap
How would Doey take to Peanuts, Biscuits, and Cubby? They’re minis like the ones he’s protecting, but they aren’t really like them. Yet, at least one of them shows great love and loyalty to Dogday, a presumed protector of Safe Haven before Catnap ripped him in two.
He would take to them well, I imagine! Same as with Dogday! Doey sees Dogday as an adult, a protector, so he can relax a little bit. But the minis are like his, just. . . younger. Sweeter. Not as touched by hopelessness. He probably really enjoys playing with them, letting Peanuts run all over him and laughing when Cubby tries to battle him, unable to do any real damage to his clay.
Biscuits gets special privileges me thinks. He's calm and sweet and a good cuddle, so Doey likes snuggling up with him. Sleeps a little easier with a heartbeat close by.
Spoilers for Chapter 4: Seeing as the mini Smiling Critters, or at least some, can talk. Now I’m just thinking possible reasons why most others wouldn’t speak. For the ones that tried to eat Dogday, it’s reasonable to assume they’re feral and lost their minds. For Peanuts, maybe because he’s got more baby in him than adult? Biscuits because he’s a naturally quite individual who maybe CAN talk, but hasn’t in so long out of fear and anxiety. Cubby COULD talk but hasn’t in years like Biscuits other than growls because of trauma and fear.
Also, please imagine Peanuts getting in the two talking mini Critters’ faces when hearing them talk sh*t about their mama.😆 He just barks at them, and they just figure he must be one of the more infant-minded ones.
yeeeeeeeeeeeee i have been rethinking peanuts a lot since the discovery that the critters CAN talk. like you said, peanuts is pretty young, but i'm thinking maybe he COULD speak, at least as much as a young child could. however, perhaps talking in the factory never lead to anything, and he lost the ability over time due to disuse. that, or maybe talking meant pain more often than not, as it's more likely you'll be punish if you're consciously aware you made a mistake versus you're based on instincts and are merely doing what you can to survive, so there's no use in trying to correct the behavior that much
as for biscuits and cubby, their reasons for not talking would be up to their creators! @peachypede and @citruslullabies are welcome to comment on this post or make their own about their ideas!! i'm excited to hear them!!
as for the talking critters in safe haven, peanuts no doubt would make them more nervous. not talking would lead them to believe he's feral, and him getting mad when they talk shit about mama doesn't help lolol
he's just an angel's boy, though. and eventually, talking will come back to him, though it will take a lot of practice to get better. habits are hard to break when they're forged in fear and pain.
One shot of Cubby, Peanuts, and Biscuits hanging up on Reader and Dogday for snacks?
Of course darling!
Trigger warnings: none
Romantic/platonic?: platonic!!
Requested by: anonymous
Category: fluff
Ship (romantic or platonic): cubby, peanuts, biscuits x reader x Dogday (HEAVILY platonic)
Word count: 433
Pwetty Pwease?
The night was perfect. Just you and Dogday, cuddling up on the couch, watching cheesy horror romcoms while eating snacks. What more could you want?
With Dogday’s arm wrapped around your shoulder lazily, and you pressed against the canines chest and watched the characters on screen kissing even when the serial killer was near. With slight shifting, your chin propped up on Dogday’s chest as you batted your eyes at him goofily. Your boyfriend chuckled and started to bring his head down to seal the space between your lips, both of your eyes fluttering shut before just as quickly being forced wide open when hearing sudden whines.
Upon looking down in confusion, you two were met with three little critters all making puppy eyes up at you and Dogday.
Peanuts had his two front paws on the couch, a pout on his face as he made a puppy eye at them and howled softly with a wagging tail. The little feline Biscuits was loafed on the ground while staring up at you both, and Cubby was just staring intensely and uncomfortably. You chuckled softly and blinked.
“...yeah? Do you guys need something?” You asked softly, seeing Peanuts little nose wiggle at your popcorn bucket. You realized what they wanted: snacks. Of course. You rolled your eyes and tossed down a few pieces of popcorn, watching Biscuits sniff at his piece suspiciously before happily eating it.
Peanuts, of course, was Peanuts and just face dove right into the popcorn you threw for them and Cubby guarded hers instead of eating it. The puppy tried to approach her for her piece, only to earn a growl and swat.
You watched them in amusement, before feeling Dogday tilt your head back up and finish the kiss that you guys didn't get to finish earlier. You felt the small feline jump up and walk on you to get to Dogday before making biscuits on him, and the goofy puppy cuddling up against your chest. And well.. the cub jumping up and snapping her jaws at Dogday and hitting his face with her little paws to get him away. With a huff, she curled down beside your head once making sure there was no more funny business between you two.
Yeah.. you both fell asleep and woke up with the popcorn bucket on the floor and Peanuts trapped inside howling while his sister laid on top of it to keep him trapped and his brother pawing at the bottom of the bucket as if it'd do anything to set him free.
What a lovely little family you had.
Thanks for requesting!
(p.s! Peanuts belongs to the lovely @bumblehoneybee and Biscuits belongs to the magnificent @peachypede)
Could you do moments of Catnap acting like a cat now? Please?
Can do since they're super quick and easy!!
I have a feeling this is gonna be your guys' new favorite thing
Like Dogday, Catnap can make animal noises!
And more than just purring
Hes one of those cats with a cutie patootie face and a demonic meow
The feline was just laying around all day, dealing with glares from Dogday and Cubby trying to attack him. They just didn't understand why you let him inside, but he wasn't hurting anything; actually he wasn't very active when you weren't around.
But as soon as he heard that door click open, his ears shot up and he quickly stretched. Not wanting to seem like an overly clingy cat, he didn't act how he wanted to and just sat up. A Cheshire cat smile still makes its way to his face when you walk inside and rub between his ears though, watching as you walk into the living room and set your stuff down. He got up in all his tallness and made his way over to you; but the mini's and Dogday beat him to it. The purple cats ears fell and a low growl released from his throat, but he would be alright.
However when you continuously gave the four every ounce of your attention, not saving even a drop for him; he got annoyed and let out a loud obnoxious mrow. It would've sounded a lot better if his voice box wasn't absolute garbage from being damaged, but it obviously caught your attention and you immediately started to give him attention. "Awh, sorry kitty." You said softly, he purred loudly in your touch and looked at the others with a smug expression.
He knocks things over
Sometimes on accident, sometimes on purpose
More than likely on purpose
The room was still and quiet in every corner, with the noise box playing and your eyes focused on the imagery it would show. Completely off into your own world before being startled when you heard glass shattering, looking over to the kitchen and narrowing your eyes. "What was that!?" You called out.
Guilty as can be, Catnap quickly tried to speak up despite how croaky his throat can be. "Nothing!" He cooed, trying to hide the fact that he was on the counter when he wasn't supposed to be. He stared at the broken glass below him, tail swaying as Peanuts came over with his eye filled with curiosity as he sniffed it. You however came to the rescue and gently shooed him away, spraying Catnap before sweeping up the glass. Catnap left with a hiss and escaped into the living room, ears flat as he was pouty for getting in trouble.
However... His eyes quickly caught sight of the TV that constantly took up your attention, and a mischievous look came across his face as he wiggled his tail and knocked it over. A loud crash echoed through the house with a certain kitty being proud of himself. "CATNAP!"
He has a really rough tongue
And since he absolutely adores you, likes to lick your face
Poor you
Getting ready for bed used to be easy, until you had various critters in your home at all times. You just wanted one night to yourself and thought that you had them all kicked out, but Catnap revealed himself from the shadows and quickly loafed on top of you before you could shoo him away. "Catnap." You said with a frown, but he purred away.
The loud rumbling of the purr being all you could hear as you stared off into space unamused, before feeling a very rough tongue try to lick your nose and in turn licking your entire face. It felt like someone took slightly damp sand paper to your face making you hiss and try to push Catnap's big head away, but he refused to stop and continued to nuzzle into you and lick your face.
Eventually he had enough and rolled off of you, walking over to the door all prissy like and exiting. He left you with a forcefully red and sore face and you covered in his scent; which none of the other critters would be happy about. With the door left open, you could hear Biscuits hissing at Catnap before sadly glaring at you like you betrayed him. Cats.
