You should totally be so cool and let me request self insert fluff with Yarnaby (I don’t know anything else bro I just wanna be able to cuddle Yarnaby)
Plsplspslspslspslspslspslspslspslspslspslspslpslspls/nf but also pretty please
Dear LORD HOW DID YOU ASK SO QUICKLY 😭😭 Anywayanyway some of this is probably nonsensical to you without being in the fandom but I am delivering 🫡
So, after exploring the factory for about 3 days straight without water, food, sleep, anything to heal, and like a million toys trying to murder you, you end up pretty exhausted.
And now with this "Doctor" guy watching your every movement through his hundreds of monitors, you can't help but feel quite defeated.
And intimidated as well.
Every time one of those eyes appears on a screen, you dread hearing the low register, bone-chilling voice that follows, always either giving you a "challenge," or taunting you.
For fun, seemingly.
On one of the few instances that the Doctor (or as you now know, Harley Sawyer) isn't tormenting you, you find refuge in one of the huge storage spaces, the hulking crates feeling less frightening, and more like a shield.
Then, you hear it.
The scrabbling of claws, the odd, garbled roars.
Yarnaby.
He roots around the area, huffing and sniffing. Searching.
You watch him turn the corner, and you're met by two giant eyes and a colorful body, the yarn mussed from searching in the dirty factory.
He tilts his head, his face-mouth-thing opening just enough to show off sharp fangs.
You know you should run, logically, you should.
But exhaustion and fear keep you rooted to the ground.
As the huge toy stomps closer, you squeeze your eyes shut, your face scrunching up in fear, your body tense and coiled, prepared for something horrible. You prepare to be eaten, yup, this is it, the end, all for no—
He lays down.
Your eyes snap open in shock. You look down at your lap, and you see Yarnaby's front half on your lap, his giant paws pressed together. He's retracted his claws, and he simply stares at you curiously.
He's... Much softer than you had expected. Warm, fuzzy, and very cozy.
A few moments later, you find yourself relishing in the single moment of calm you've gotten here, your arms hugging the plush toy, your hands petting his yarn.
He purrs, having that usual vacant, single-digit-braincelled stare.
It's been a while since he's felt the warmth of another body, and your presence comforts the creature just as much as he comforts you.
He simply saw a cold, frightened, alone, and hungry human, and decided to give some much needed cuddles.
Your hand reaches down to scratch the underside of his chin, hearing his purrs get louder in response.
He leans against you more, his paws stretching out, claws flexing.
A TV monitor flickers to life above you, a familiar eye appearing on the screen.
"Ah... Let's see what remains Yarnaby left of the little ger—YARNABY WHAT ARE YOU DOING YOU'RE SUPPOSED TO BE KILLING THEM?!?"
First time requesting here! Can we have some Kissy Missy and Huggy Wuggy seeing the past Player as a somewhat parental-ish figure given that the player treated them both way better than the other caretakers did, how do you think they would act around the player after they came back?
Oooooooo I love this ideaaa!! And welcome to the blog, here's a cookie 🍪
Parental!Player & Kissy/Huggy
Huggy Wuggy & Kissy Missy & Player
Warning(s): Angst
GIFS from Tenor and @uranusgallery respectively
Pre-Hour Of Joy
Huggy and Kissy ADORED Player.
They were a caretaker for the toys, alongside a handful of other people. The caretakers were a position only created so the toys didn't go completely off the rails and murder somebody, and so someone would be there to feed them, and do bare bones physical examinations to check for any physical problems. Nothing more. Just enough to prevent a lawsuit.
It was nothing more than a paycheck for a lot of people, just a job without consequences. But not for Player.
Kissy and Huggy hated most of the caretakers—they were mean, brutish, and did the absolute bare minimum of their jobs. Kissy would always huddle sadly in a corner whilst Huggy stayed close to her, screeching at the caretakers when they approached.
It was different though, when Player showed up.
They never spoke. It didn't seem like they could, but neither could Huggy or Kissy. Their body language was warm and welcoming, and they were so kind.
They would give the duo extra blankets and food, always did thorough examinations of their health, and made sure every corner of their room was clean.
Kissy would walk over to them whenever they appeared in the doorway, sitting down and letting them do her physical.
She always got a snack and a hug at the end, and it made her feel infinitely cozy. Comfortable and loved.
Huggy was harder to win over, but Player got to a point with him where they'd clap their hands three times to let him know where they were, and he'd come out of whatever hiding spot he had, allowing them to do their routine.
Despite his namesake, he had a hard time with hugs, so Player simply held one of his large hands instead, giving it a comforting squeeze. It helped him. They cared, and he was eternally grateful for it.
Post-Hour Of Joy
Huggy wasn't the same. After thousands of Mrs. Gracie videos, him escaping the factory, and multiple instances of him attacking employees, he wasn't anything like he once was.
He was feral. Another lost soul of Playtime's projects.
He was part of the mindless slaughter, killing everyone he could see that was human and breathing.
After the Hour, he returned to his normal self by a little bit, always being around Kissy, and acting a little less violent.
Kissy was the first one to look for Player. She scoured every hall, searched every corpse, looked in every nook and cranny—nothing. She assumed that they had been eaten or something—either way, they were gone.
She was devastated.
So that's why when she pinned down what was seemingly a stranger and was stopped by Poppy, she froze.
Getting a better look at them, she knew them. She did. It was them. Poppy's angel was more important than the others knew.
She was ecstatic, giving them a big hug and lifting them up off their feet.
After that, she helped them every step of the way. Followed them everywhere, guided them, and gave them an affectionate headpat when she needed to leave with Poppy.
When Ollie turned out to be the Prototype, she hid behind Player like a scared child, feeling safe with them.
Huggy... He was different story.
He didn't recognize them at first, he was that far gone. He just saw someone with a Playtime. CO grabpack and went off of pure instinct. It broke their heart, when they thought they had killed him.
When he and Kissy saw each other again, Player was running from Huggy, desperately trying to reach where they knew Kissy was.
They were swiftly grabbed by him, and he screeched in their face, saliva flying.
The next few moments were a blur for Player, but the next thing they knew, Huggy was sitting them on their feet, his eyes soft and teeth not bared dangerously for once.
His head cocked to the side as he inspected them. He reached out with a soft paw, touching a wound on their side. He pulled back in horror, seeing what had happened to them.
He gazed fearfully at them, as if searching for trust, for answers, for comfort. Their trembling, injured hands slowly raised, and proceeded to clap softly three times.
And when Player opened their arms for a hug, for the first time, Huggy gladly took the offer.
Could you do one for Yarnaby? Like he gets his paw stuck in something or a sharp thing gets stuck in his paw and Player saves him. So Yarnaby associates Player as someone to trust and help? Bonus if Sawyer tries to order Yarnaby to eat the Player, Yarnaby eats one of the monitors.
This ask is so silly goofy ahhh I love it so much
Nom
Player & Yarnaby + Harley Sawyer
Warning(s): none
GIF by @/seashellisinmyheart
Player was running for their life as per usual. It seemed like an average Tuesday at this point to be fearing for their very existence. They panted and gasped as they fled, feet smacking against the hard ground, occasionally stomping through a puddle of water from leaky pipes or other sources.
The vicious growling behind them matched the racing of their heartbeat, claws scrabbling against the floor, paws thumping.
Yarnaby was one of the more unshakeable toys.
Player sucked in a sharp breath, their lungs burning and legs aching. Their very bones hurt, but they had to keep going. They needed to meet up with Poppy again. They needed to keep running.
But the grabpack was heavy, and it weighed them down significantly.
Just as their legs were about to give up, right before they fell, the running behind them stopped, and they heard a shrill shriek.
Player stopped dead in their tracks, dust kicking up with the movement. Their head whipped around, their chest heaving and palms sweaty. Yarnaby was tangled in a bunch of cords—ones they had barely noticed, but Yarnaby was large and covered in yarn, of course he'd get stuck.
He shrieked and kicked his feet, mouth opening and clamping down on the wires, pulling tight. But the action only got him more stuck.
Player knew they should continue running, should dart away and not look back. But the way he was whining and huffing, kicking rapidly and only getting more tangled, they knew they couldn't just leave him. He could choke himself on those cords, if he didn't starve to death instead.
So, with a deep breath, they grabbed a crowbar incase they needed to defend themselves, and they ran at Yarnaby, dodging his claws in the process. They reached forward and grabbed a wire, tugging at the knotted bundles as the toy screeched and swiped at them, missing them by a hair.
Finding the source of the stuck wires, Player grabbed it with the crowbar, and in one swift movement, ripped them clean off, stumbling back from the effort.
Yarnaby fell onto the ground with a thud, blinking in surprise. He shook his head as he stood up, cocking it to the side. He eyed Player curiously, sniffing the air around them.
They took a second step back, hands posed in the air. Yarnaby followed, his eyes focused on their hands, raised in a "please-don't-kill-me-I'm-nice" pose.
Raising his head, Yarnaby pressed his forehead against their palm, nuzzling it with a deep, rumbling purr.
After that, Yarnaby followed Player around like a lost puppy. Apparently, saving him had a huge effect on his brain, making him view them as an ally and trusted companion. Which, hey, they weren't complaining.
He snarled at any Nightmare Critters who dared approach the duo, sniffed out batteries when they were solving puzzles, and he alerted them to larger threats nearby.
It was very helpful to have a giant toy around, one who was dangerous yet didn't want to murder them.
Eventually, they had come in contact with the Doctor once again.
Player was at some old security area of sorts, surrounded with monitors, and a work chair set comfortably in the middle. Yarnaby was somewhere else, but they didn't mind, he'd be back soon.
They were working on somehow diverting power from the monitors to open a nearby door, when the screens flickered to life, a single, familiar eye appearing in the middle, followed by that menacing, booming voice, that gave off that energy of being smarter than you.
"Ah, I see. You're still intact. Well... Mostly intact. Good. I'll have more to work with," he chuckled, his eye curled up in amusement. Player took a step back, their fists clenching.
"Your effort is admirable. Your stubbornness, however... It's getting in my way. And I do not give out my mercy freely, little germ," as he spoke, his voice holding an underlying, simmering rage, a door opened in the distance. Player's eyes widened, and they gripped the handles of their grabpack, aiming it at the door.
Yarnaby's paw could be seen emerging from the darkness. Player's jaw tightened, their lower back hitting the desk when they tried to back up. Yarnaby wouldn't hurt them, not now.
...Right?
"Hm. Try to leave a few pieces of the germ, would you? I would like to give them a... Personalized form. Maybe one similar to a Smiling Critter? Or that cursed Doughman. And make sure they live, Yarnaby. I'd like to have my own fun."
He laughed darkly, obviously amused. Player's chest heaved as Yarnaby stalked closer, closer, until he was a few feet away. For a moment, they wondered if he would just attack them, turn them into another incapacitated body for Harley Sawyer to transform and mold into his own creation.
But then Yarnaby turned to the monitor, his head cocked to the side with a low chirp.
Harley's eye narrowed in annoyance, "no, don't look at me—go attack them." He said in frustration.
Yarnaby instead opened up his mouth, nomming on the side of the monitor. The Doctor groaned, "no, Yarnaby—attack THEM! THEM, the germ!"
Player giggled, an amused expression on their face. Harley glared at them, "laugh one more time and I'll bring one of my bodies down there and KILL YOU MYSELF!"
