#catnap pp

[mumatsi]

His silly boyfailure energy has captivated me

[icanfixthempolls]

[the-omega-artist]

We Want Freedom.

[daveemboyker]

[nekfores]

—" Sacrifice. "

[aquaspikez]

Catnap chap

[starsfic]

Lamb has particular trouble with an exceptionally irritating and hard to kill purple feline heretic who keeps claiming that they’re the heretic and that someone called “the Prototype” will save them all.

"He's the god of sleep and nightmares."

"He- what." Lamb turned their gaze away from the heretic named CatNap (who was bothering Dogday again, seriously, why) at to their husband, yanking out weeds since Leshy was at the breeding tent with his new husband. They ran his words through their mind again. "What?"

"I thought Shamura killed him," Narinder said, tossing another weed as if he hadn't just dropped a bombshell.

"How?"

"By stabbing him through the head."

"No, uh, I thought all the old gods were dead," The Lamb had heard that war and strife had killed most of the old gods, but Shamura had their own hand in it. By the end, supposedly, only the children of the old gods, the ones who had escaped their sacrifice, were left. "How is the god of sleep and nightmares here?"

Narinder finally looked up, revealing a pensive expression. "I do not know. I was wondering if he was pulling a con, but this madness about worshipping another god makes me wonder if he's confused. Maybe when-" He rushed to his feet, yanking out the shovel. "Fuck, he's kidnapping Dogday."

"AGAIN?!"

[fellatitledthemf]

My comfort character is literally a live, traumatized, legless dog toy with actual flesh inside

[katrinthecat]

Mousemuse being an old friend for Dogday and Catnap.

She was the one who calmed the group down after Dogday had gone missing, and said that Catnap might be right, and the Prototype might actually be their savior. Afterward, that was the factor why she'd survived - Catnap spared her, thanking for her help in " searching out the heretics".

She's blind in one eye, bearing a scar that was left by whom unknown - by Catnap or by Prototype. God-touched, as it were... ahem!

She blames her self for the death of the other smiling critters, hopeless to ever see anyone alive. Which is why Dogday was forced to give her a forceful hug when they met, to proof that he weren't another illusion from the red smoke.

Then she became convinced of the reality of the situation she was experiencing and couldn't believe her happiness at hugging the one she thought was dead.

Catnap and Dogday being the only ones she has left.

She wouldn't live through either of them death

[grabrielcrunch]

Our good cat, Catnap here, is doing asmr to help you sleep, 🌟Sweetdreams🌟

Credit goes to @mariegreen-2000 for the original post, no thank me, thank them.

[mumatsi]

Poppy Playtime chapter 3 was actually good, brainrot time!!!

[kellowyellow]

⚠️

WARNING! SPOILERS AND HORROR FROM POPPY PLAYTIME!

Art from @marcelsmoodyblues

Edit by me :D

[garbagesharkk]

PLAYTIME CO NOW PRESENTS!

DOGDAY!!

NOW WITH A GUN POINTED TO OUR HEADS, WE MADE THIS SUNNY LITTLE FELL A MOVEABLE FIGURE TOO!

NOW YOU CAN PAIR THE THE NIGHT AND DAY TOGETHER! MAKING A PERFECT FRIENDSHIP

(I ship them btw)

@00belle00lovely00

YOU CAN EVEN MAKE HIM WATCH THE DISGUSTING SHIT YOU PROBABLY LOOK AT 24/7

DOGDAY!! THE HAPPY BOY YOU CAN TORTURE

[mokiron-4375]

“ Look guys were so Fashionable! “

idk why but I decided to make the critters wear clothes, :} I think catnap turned out the best honestly! ( I had no ideas for DogDay so I just re used catnaps outfit make it a sun add a scarf and some other parts bam DogDays outfit )

[alilcrazyuser]

”Tired?”

“Mhm…”

[starsfic]

ain't a horror game without religion

Summary: Poppy’s angel has arrived at the factory. Deep below the depths, DogDay hopes.

AO3/Ko-Fi

-_-

“Did you hear? An old worker’s come back.”

“I thought they were all dead…”

“Not this one…”

The whispers fell silent as a tall figure stalked up towards the shrine. Most were allowed to watch from a distance when the priest wasn’t in a hunting mood, but only one was allowed to worship in front of it. The only exception grunted as he was dropped, pain ripping its way up through his body.

CatNap didn’t give him a second look, walking up to the shrine. DogDay resisted a shiver as he stood, spreading his arms in a gesture of worship towards the being that, to most of the toys, had saved them from the pain inflicted by the employees. DogDay knew better, however. And, frankly, most of the others were realizing too.

Maybe that was why the other toys sounded so excited about an employee returning.

After a few long moments in silent prayer, CatNap lowered his arms and turned towards him. DogDay winced as the cat stalked over, gently gripping his scruff without a fight from him. Those teeth could do far more damage, he knew that. He had experienced it.

“...they said that an employee came back,” DogDay eventually spoke up when they entered the halls of the Playhouse. The minis kept to the sides as CatNap carefully made his way through, their eyes glinting in the shadows. It was almost like magic how he could move so fluidly through the various play areas.

CatNap didn’t respond until they reached the cell area. “Our god told me,” he said, his voice whisper soft, as he set DogDay on the floor, fussing at the leather straps that kept him aloft. His arms were already beginning to numb.

“...aren’t you worried? Or something?”

“About what? A puny little insect?” CatNap chuckled, the noise rare since the day they met. “I’m sure that the others can handle them easily. They will never reach down here.”

“But-”

DogDay was yanked aloft before he could figure out what to say next. Without another word, CatNap left.

“But what if they do?” DogDay whispered to the air. Silence answered him.

Time passed.

It could’ve either been seconds or days. DogDay couldn’t keep count. CatNap brought him to the shrine erratically, so he couldn’t use that to keep track of time. He just dangled, left to think. Occasionally, the minis would snarl or growl from the shadows and DogDay winced, rewarding them with his fear.

He had almost forgotten about the rumor when noise met his ears. DogDay could barely look up, wondering what CatNap wanted. Except…the toy making noise was making too much noise. CatNap was quiet and stealthy, taking pride in how he snuck around. Who was down here?

“DogDay?”

He looked up. It was one of the Candy Cats, her blue coat marked with blood. Her long, dangling tongue had nicks and tears taken out of it, making the scene so much worse. “Hey there…” he said, praying she didn’t take advantage. Candy Cats were gluttons by nature, the lack of food was probably doing nothing good for them. “How did you get down here?”

She stepped closer, revealing that the blood around her mouth was shiny. Ah. “I thought all the Smiling Critters were dead.”

He nodded. “They are. It’s just me and CatNap.”

“Might just be you soon…”

“What does that mean?”

Candy Cat looked around, as if worried something would try and eat her if she spoke too much. Which was fair. “The Angel killed Huggy Wuggy.”

“The…what?” One possibility niggles at him, but there’s no way. Huggy Wuggy had killed every human that dared to trespass, only occasionally calling on Mommy Long-Legs or Boxy-Boo for help. There’s no way.

“The human. The employee.” Candy Cat’s eyes gleamed. “They released Poppy. Apparently, she sent a call for help, and they responded.”

A human had killed Huggy. A human had freed Poppy.

A note of bitterness rolled through him at the fact that he had failed to do the latter, but he swallowed it down. Help was here. Poppy was out, and Huggy was gone, which took down one of the layers of protection around the Prototype.

“Everyone’s been calling them the Angel.”

As though Poppy had prayed to God- the real one, not the Prototype- and God had sent help. It weirdly worked.

“What else has happened?”

“Ollie’s getting involved,” Candy Cat whispered. “He was the first person she called.”

Ollie…Ollie…Oh! DogDay remembered now. Oliver had been one of the babies of Playcare, one that Bobby had strapped to her chest in her rush to get them all to the bunker. He would be ten or eleven by now, if DogDay remembered. He had been three when they agreed to send DogDay on that fateful quest… Wait. “I thought Ace was in charge of watching over the security cameras.” Bubba had picked the sullen, rebellious fifteen-year-old to train in the security system, in case something happened to the elephant.

“Who cares? The Angel’s receiving help. That’s all that matters.”

Before DogDay could respond, something lunged at her from the darkness. Candy Cat screamed, but the mini CraftyCorn had dug its teeth into her throat already. Like piranhas, the minis followed and swarmed the poor toy, dragging her screaming into the darkness before a wet crunch cut off her scream.

DogDay was left in the silence.

CatNap soon came to check on him, but DogDay couldn’t dewell on his nonsense.

There was just one thing in his mind.

An angel has arrived.

There’s hope.