#kissy headcanons

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It's been a couple months since I touched Poppy Playtime. Sorry about that! As an apology, here's some headcanons with Catnap, Dogday, Doey and Kissy. The title speaks for itself.

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Celebrating the anniversary of their escape

Catnap

★ He has... mixed feelings. On one hand, he enjoys all the freedom you've given him. He doesn't regret letting you bring him with you. On the other, it's hard thinking about the things he did for the Prototype. Trying to justify the actions he felt forced to make.

★ But today isn't about feeling bad. It's about hope. Hope for a better life outside the factory. The Prototype may have set him free, but it was you who truly saved him.

★ That morning, you woke up with him in your bed. His large figure trying in vain to take up less space. His tail didn't quite fit on the mattress, instead draping across the floor.

Dogday

★ Easily the most thankful out of the four. He won't just say "thank you," he'll make you a card. Something that you can read again when he isn't by your side. When he isn't able to say so himself.

★ Most of his efforts go into pampering you. Making you feel special. Because in his eyes, you absolutely are. "How are we doing, angel?" Dogday asks. Checking in to see if there's anything he can do for you.

★ He makes it clear he wouldn't have survived this long without you. After what happened with his lower half, being torn open by catnap, he's lucky to still be alive. And so are you. Why not enjoy the peace both of you fought so hard for?

Doey

★ Surprisingly, he was quiet that day. You don't know exactly what's going on in his mind, but if you had to guess, Doey was dwelling on the toys he couldn't save. The people he couldn't save.

★ In reality, the fact a whole year has passed is what gets him. It feels like it's only been weeks, yet the calendar begs to differ. Wow. Time sure flies when you're no longer fighting for survival, huh?

★ He'd like to spend the day watching cartoons with you more than anything. With some junk food, as a treat. Whatever is playing on the TV, it doesn’t matter. Because what matters is that he’s surrounded by his friends.

Kissy

★ She insisted on helping you bake a cake. Despite only having one arm and not the best motor skills. Kissy still enjoyed herself. After finishing the batter, you let her lick the spoon. That might just be her favorite part.

★ In Kissy’s opinion, this day is far better than her birthday. On her actual birthday, she always ends up thinking too much. But today? She can actually let herself relax. It feels nice.

★ If she could speak, she would thank you for everything. Since she can’t, she does the next best thing. Kissy makes a flower crown and places it gently on your head.

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Hi there! Can I request (platonic) Doey + Bigger Body plush!reader where the reader’s condition has made them unable to do stuff they used to (like play with the others in Safe Haven, help scavenge, etc)? I’m a huge work of your fanfics!

Kind of like Bobby BearHug? She was wired wrong, from what I can remember. Poor thing didn't have a chance.

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Doey & bigger body Reader

★ You only survived because of Doey. He helped you when CatNap first began picking off the smiling critters. You lived in the orphanage with them before everything happened. It was survival of the fittest -and you? There's no way in hell you could’ve challenged CatNap.

★ Truth be told, you do miss him. Theo was a good friend of yours. Back when he still remembered that name. But so was DogDay, and... well...

★ No one ever found the courage to tell you what became of them. But you didn't need to be told. You figured it out on your own. The silence that fills the room says enough.

★ Chronic pain is a reality you've been forced to accept. Cringing the sharp, unpredictable sensations that tear through your body. Sometimes you hear an odd *cl-click* from somewhere inside yourself. Like something was put in wrong.

★ Some days are better than others. In the morning you might wake up feeling ready to finish every chore in Safe Haven. Other days, just picking yourself up off the floor is a losing battle.

★ Fortunately for you, there are friends who can help! Doey knows all the shortcuts. And he's memorized which dilapidated paths will support your larger figure. Perfect for when you need some space. Or feel like the walls are closing in on you.

★ Nowadays Safe Haven can be pretty crowded. For some reason, the smaller ones look up to you. Like you're something to be admired. They call you things like "tough" and "brave," though you aren't so sure about that.

★ Kissy always puts a hand on your shoulder when she sees you struggling. Two gentle taps, her way of asking a question. You tap back once. Your version of "I'm okay." It's a strange little language that only the people who know her speak.

★ You love him, you really do. But Doey has a habit of treating you like a baby. At first it was understandable. He's always made sure everyone around him was taken care of. That's just his nature.

★ Not to mention how beat-up you were the day you came to Safe Haven. He watched you almost die before. He's never letting that happen again.

★ If you're working on something important, Doey hovers over you. Double-checking everything you do. Like he's expecting you to make a mistake. It's subtle, and you get the feeling Doey doesn't realize he's doing it, but you wish he trusted you a little more.

[dodgeballstuckonthegymceiling]

hello!!

I was hoping I could request some poppy playtime hurt/comfort w/ the toys from safe haven? (Dogday survived Au would be nice!)

Like... the toys realize that The Angel isn't as durable as them and can be easily wounded (and is very wounded and worn out from previous chapters lolol)

Please and Thank youuuuu!

-🍰

In my head Doey, Dogday, and all the other toys in safe haven are still alive. Safe and sound. (If not heavily traumatized.) Maybe I'll write about that little AU someday. But finishing stuff like this is all I'm worried about right now.

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Doey, Dogday, and Kissy when the Player rests in Safe Haven

★ You've been injured before. Stuck between several creatures you never wanted to meet. But believe it or not, you've never really been a fighter. The number of times you've gotten chased down is proof of this.

★ Survival isn't always about strength. It's about luck, and being too stubborn to die, not bravery. You're good at running away -really, that's your one saving grace. Along with freezing instead of flight when applicable. Because sometimes the safest choice is to just stay put.

★ When you entered the Safe Haven, you finally had enough room to breathe. Doey noticed how your hands were shaking before you passed through the threshold. "Please. You really should rest." He said with an even tone.

★ It was a tempting offer. Unfortunately for him, you weren't about to accept help lying down. Instead of relaxing, taking a nap, or trying to clean up some of your wounds, you fix your posture. And blurted out "I'm fine." Too quickly for him to believe you.

★ Dogday doesn't trust your judgement. He's only been with you for a couple hours. But it's enough time for him to tell you're lying. The question is, what's he going to do about it?

★ He asks you to help bandage his wrists. Guiding you to sit next to with him. Forcing you to let your guard down. "Angle... Could you help me with something?" Dogday asked. Husky voice laced with exhaustion.

★ Dogday doesn't actually need the help, though his small fib did get you to stop moving and sit down. Settling enough for him to get a better look at you. Analyzing the cuts and scraps that litter across your body.

★ The general consensus is that the Player needs to rest. Everybody can agree on that. A smaller Kissy even handed you something to eat, and you took it with a smile. But as soon as she left, you handed the bit of meat to Dogday. Not wanting to touch... That.

★ There isn't any way to sugarcoat it. Cannibalism became normal for them all. Without any food entering the factory, picking off each other became the only option.

★ Doey, DogDay, and Kissy are all used to it. Years of living like that does something to a person. But you've only been here for a couple days. It couldn't possibly sit right with you.

★ There's no question that you're starving. If DogDay can manage to find anything, he'll poke around for a snack. As well as pointing Doey in the direction of where some stale food might be. There has to be something left in Playcare. Plus, thanks to you, it's safer to wander around down there.

★ The smaller ones quietly argue about who's turn it is to keep watch over you. Hearing hushed voices when you're trying/pretending to be sleep.

"Do we need the Medic?"

"Shush! Let them sleep."

"They won't go back to bed if you wake them."

"Wait... Where'd Doey go?"

"He should read us a book."

★ It's actually pretty cute. The feeling of being watched used to scare you. But here? It's more than welcome. Comforting. Because that means you have someone to watch your back.

★ You’re not a threat until someone makes you one. Fear forcing your hand. But now, you're finally begun to crash. And you crash hard. All the adrenaline leaving your system.

★ That's when you found out fear was the only thing keeping you awake. Once the danger isn't right behind you, closing in, everything hits at once.

★ Your knees buckle when you try to take a step. Probably from all of the running and jumping. Your vision blurs, like the world is fading out around you. Kissy gives you a look. "What's going on over here?" Doey asks, walking past your shared tent.

★ Maybe it's best to stay in bed for a while. Poppy might've pushed you a bit too far. Rest now. You're too drained to keep on running. 

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i'm not sure if you'd feel comfortable doing this so its fine if you reject!! ^^

Can you do an afab! player who's on their period and has to stay in the safe haven due to their rlly bad cramps + the other toys could smell them bleeding

LIKE how would the other toys react? (Doey, Kissy, Poppy, Dogday because i imagine hes alive in this)

With my luck, that'd probably happen to me. Shoutout to everyone who's been caught off guard by a period. It's a struggle...

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When the (AFAB) Player starts their period

★ You were walking down the concrete path. Guided by Doey. Headed towards Safe Haven. At the time, you were solely focused on survival. Trying to not become some feral toys next meal. When a wave of sudden, sharp, pain struck you in the gut. Different from the others you've felt thus far.

★ "Shit" was all you could say. Muttered under your breath, so that nobody might hear. Oh no... Not now. Not only are you fucked, but there might be blood on your one (1) pair of pants.

★ People inside the factory don't go through what you're experiencing. Many parts of the toy's anatomy were fiddled with. You knew that. But some functions were completely removed -or mutilated. Like the need for sharp, piercing teeth. And general lack of reproductive organs. It's a completely normal biological process, just one they don't experience.

★ Doey noticed almost immediately. Because of course he does. But worry no! You're in good hands! Back in Playcare, Mathew and Keven got used to living with girls. Thankfully they know what to do.

★ You’re embarrassed. Doey brushes it off. And there's something sweet about the way he knows nothing about you. Yet still tries to help out. "Oh!" He snaps his fingers, like he’s just solved a riddle. "Now I get it! Girls get… um… monthly… things." You cringe at his words "Why didn't you say something?"

★ Second to spot something amiss was Kissy. Who watched you wince while walking to her. She tilted her head. Reaching out to paw at your sleeve. Wordlessly asking if you were alright.

★ Trying to find anything resembling a heating pad was rather difficult. You could get a hold of an empty water bottle. And you could fill up with hot water, courtesy of Safe Haven's single working microwave. Putting together a makeshift heating pack.

★ All the Safe Haven has to offer is baby tylenol and extra changes of clothes. Along with the good painkillers (the kind you need a prescription for.) Which might be overkill. But who cares?

★ You can't leave. Not right now! Not with the scent of blood clinging to you. That's how the less sane ones know it's time to eat. Doey just won't let you. Please. It's for your own safety.

★ Curled up on the floor, with a threadbare blanket to cushion the ground. You felt equal parts embarrassed and pathetic. Several smiling critters walked by. Looking you over. Deciding you'd make a good pillow.

★ Folks like DogDay and Poppy, they can tell something is amiss. But know better than to ask you. Poppy assumed you broke something. DogDay, he thought you had just gotten stitches. Why else would you be acting like this? 

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Player who is part toy? They wear long sleeved jackets and, in safe haven after seeing kissy and trying to comfort her takes off their jacket to reveal toy/ slightly metallic arms. Putting the jacket on kissy while everyone around them is confused and concerned.

Oh so the player has prosthetics? Probably the result of a workplace accident.

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Player with prosthetic arms

★ The player wears a long-sleeved jacket to conceal their prosthetic, slightly metallic looking, arms. The result of an accident caused by heavy machinery while working for Playtime.co. You should have died, but Dr. Harley Sawyer saw an opportunity to try something new and took it.

★ You left after that. Playtime.co gave you more than enough hush-money for you to keep your mouth shut. But you had no idea what was going on with the orphans, as you worked on the factory line.

★ It was only when you made it to Safe Haven that you let the toys see. Kissy laid down with Poppy at her side, and to you she looked cold. You made your way to her, unzipping your jacket then covering her shoulders with it as a makeshift blanket. Revealing the prosthetic arms in the process.

★ As you draped your jacket over her, the room seemed to freeze. The metallic sheen from your arms caught the light, drawing the gaze of Poppy towards you. Her eyes widened slightly. Observing the scars that led to your shoulder. Skin replaced by mettle where the damage had been unsalvageable.

★ Kissy didn't react the way you expected. Watching you intently before sharing a gaze with Poppy. The makeshift blanket seemed to comfort her as she brushed her hand brushed against your arm. There was no resentment, only a quiet understanding.

★ The other toys who called Safe Haven home gave you curios looks. Not daring to ask you about it though. You were still a stranger, someone they didn't entirely trust. Doey started to shadow you more closely after that.

★ This was something new to him, and he didn't really know how to handle it. His voice trembles slightly as he asks, “You’re… feeling okay, right? Not in pain?” It's clear he's trying to hide how concerned he is.

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hi hello! i am loving your works sm!

if you don't mind, can i request some hcs with the toys from the safe haven and poppy with the player being an investigative reporter with a handgun.

they got tipped with some information regarding about what happened to the factory and thought it would be a good article but as they go deeper, their thoughts went from "this would be a good article" to "oh my god, i'm gonna expose what happened here to the world" as justice to what happened to the toys and people there.

bonus points that they used the tip as an excuse to see what happened to their parent who worked there (i love your hcs with the teen player whose parent used to work at the factory one).

A reporter? That's actually a really good idea! Though having a gun might be useless, considering there probably isn't any ammo inside the factory.

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Reporting on the factory

★ Doey was the first to notice your handgun. It was concealed inside a holster, strapped neatly to your belt. And he froze at the sight. "Do you have a license for that thing???" Doey blurted out. Sounding slightly concerned.

★ You ended up using your gun to pistol-whip more people than you actually shot. There were only so many bullets you could load inside the magazine... And you definitely didn't expect to need it this much.

★ The more you uncovered, the more you wanted to turn back. You came for a story and stayed because you couldn't leave. Most of the toys don't know what a "reporter" is. But if you call yourself a detective? That'll get the idea across!

★ Poppy thinks its a terrible idea to write down all the things you've seen. Why would you do that? Do you actually want to remember? "That's not going to help..." She’s not mocking you. She's just worried you'll give yourself nightmares.

★ With a gentle hand, Kissy traces the small notepad you used to jot thoughts down. Whenever she sees you writing inside, she watches quietly. Hoping it's something nice. Not the scary things she doesn't want to think about.

★ Honestly, publishing anything related to the factory and what happened inside of it wouldn't be a good idea. Most of what the company did sounds too fake to print. You could water the story down. But even that might be a gamble.

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Naptime in the safe haven

★ It starts out as you just wanting some peace and quiet. Really needing a moment to think things over without anybody asking you questions or inviting you to play. The Player ducks into an unoccupied tent, pulling the covers over themself and hoping for some rare peace.

★ But, of course, the forces that be wouldn't let you. Dogday and Bubba walk in and gather at your feet. At first it was just the two, but soon enough there's a small crowd of mini toys gathered into the too small tent. Joining in on the impromptu cuddle pile.

★ "Alright, this just won't work." You mumble to yourself. As the words leave you, Picky Piggy joins the others at your side. You laugh at the timing. “Okay, everyone, field trip! We’re moving this to… literally anywhere with more space.”

★ The toys blink up at them, momentarily confused before getting up. Walking behind you like ducklings trailing their parent. They find an open space in the Safe Haven. Far from luxurious, but big enough to accommodate them all.

★ As you pass out whatever blankets you could find, the door to the generator room opens. Out walks Doey, slightly confused. "You made it just in time, here, take a seat." You tell him. Handing the bigger body a blanket that would barely cover his lap.

★ Doey visibly hesitates to take a spot, looking around to see if everyone has been accounted for. Assuming he wasn't tired, you speak up. “It’s okay, you don’t have to sleep if you don’t want to." The Player says softly. "Just rest for a bit.”

★ Kissy and Poppy enter just as Doey sits down. He shoots the two a look that says "be quiet" because the kids are starting to get comfortable. He ends up laying down next to serval of the mini critters. You think it's cute. But in reality, its so that he can protect them if something bad happens when they sleep.

★ Surprisingly, Kissy doesn't join in. Instead, she just puts Poppy down and begins tucking in her friends. She must be restless, you think to yourself. Still, you hand her a blanket. Just in case.

★ Some of the toys curl up at your feet, others claim a spot in your lap. A particularly brave Kissy, who you had played soccer with, nestles herself in the crook of your neck. Its crowded, yes, but undeniably comfy.

★ For a brief moment, the chaos of the factory fades away. This moment is fragile, sure, but that doesn't make it any less precious. Kissy leans against the wall, keeping an eye on everyone scattered about, ensuring that this little bit of peace lasts as long as possible. Finaly, after what seems like forever, you get to close your eyes and relax.

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Mommy Longlegs and/or Kissy Missy, with a human reader who’s…not all there? They get confused and lost in thought a lot, and sometimes in the respective toys company, they’ll revert back to their days of working with them. Asking how their day was, fussing over their dirty or disheveled appearance or just chatting/holding them close while doing some (now) meaningless chores and such.

I might make a second part to this because the concept is really interesting!

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Kissy Missy & Player who's not all there

★ Yea, it makes sense that your mind wouldn't be right after the horrors you've been through. Seeing the death of Mommy Longlegs, Dogday and all the other employees, the player's mind begins to deteriorate.

★ Kissy Missy watches as the player slowly loses their sanity. Shes seen it happen before. Even though it's hard for her to watch, she thinks you would appreciate having someone there to help guide you away from danger.

★ She follows them through the factory, watching over them as they navigate the maze of their deteriorating mind. Even though you would probably be fine without her, she's a little scared to leave you alone.

★ When the Player starts doing things that make no sense, she joins in. You decided that a filthy floor needs to be moped? Well, she better go grab a bucket of water for you. Doesn't matter that the floor is covered in blood and would need a hazmat crew to be cleaned properly.

★ Poppy notices the signs of the Player's decline. She understands the trauma they've endured, but she still pushes to keep the Player to do what she wants and tries to keep them on task. Believing it's the only way for you to survive. "I hate doing this to you, but we can't stop now," she thinks.

(part 2)