Dogday x Male player

You're an angel in his eyes.

The next morning, the moment you woke up, you just saw Dogday staring straight at you. You let out an alarmed yelped and sat up, scooting away from him. When you sat away from him, he couldn't help but get a bit saddened.

Y/n: "Dogday, you can't just stare at people when they sleep! It's creepy!"

Dogday was a bit hurt at your harsh tone. He spoke in a soft, quiet, and sad tone. He was genuinely sorry, but hurt at your stern voice.

Dogday: "I'm sorry, angel... It's just- I can't believe you're putting in such an effort to save us all... You really 𝑎𝑟𝑒 an angel..."

Your eyebrows furrowed for a moment before you spoke in a slightly softer voice.

Y/n: "Yeah, well... It's not like I have much of a choice." 

Dogday only got more hurt at those words, but chose to ignore it.

You let out a slight groan in annoyance before getting up and bringing Dogday's legs over, along with a sewing kit and taking a deep breath before starting to sew. After a few minutes, you already have about 6 cuts on your hand. You weren't the best at sewing. Dogday now had a worried and panicked expression on his face and put his hands over yours to get you to stop.

Dogday: "Angel, you're getting yourself hurt.. Please don't do anymore..."

He was genuinely saddened at you getting hurt. You shook your head and pushed his hands away.

Y/n: "I'm fine, I got this."

Dogday: "Angel, please..."

You ignored him and continued sewing his legs on him. Despite him trying to get your hands off, and trying to stop you from hurting yourself further, you kept on going.

After half an hour, his legs were attached back onto him. You had several cuts on your hand, but it didn't matter. All the other Smiling Critters were awake and they took you a bit further away from Dogday in the safe room, and began bandaging your hands. Dogday couldn't get his eyes off of you. He stared at you from afar. You were an angel in his eyes. He whispered to himself.

Dogday: "My angel..."

After a few minutes, he couldn't take in any longer. He stood himself up and walked over to you. He was at least 7 feet tall, if not higher. He picked you up and bandaged you up himself. Everyone else either shocked or amused, but your friend was just giggling at the sight.

Once Dogday bandaged you up, he brought you back over to the sleeping bags and laid you down, then laid beside you.

Dogday: "Angel, you need to rest some more... You're hurt, and I refuse to let you do anything else."

He pulled you close and let you lay on him. You were embarrassed to have to do this, but you were honestly too tired to even do anything about it.