Dog Toy: A Poppy Playtime Fanfic

Chapter 2: A New Friend

You both yelp as you feel the force of gravity pull your stomach downward as you shoot up and land roughly onto the other side. The door slams down behind you, blood-curdling shrieking echoing from the other side. As if those monsters were cursing you from taking their last food source.

Good. They can starve now.

Catching your breath, you're incredulous at the situation you now find yourself in. You just rescued an ally, even when he had told you to save yourself, and you were both alive. The last part is the most difficult to believe.

You shift your focus to Dogday as you lie him down as gently as you can, plopping down in front of him from the sheer fatigue that now overtakes you, the adrenaline fading. After a few moments to suck in stale air to get oxygen back into your body, you offer a self-conscious grin to the toy, speaking quieter as to not startle him.

"So... we're alive."

Dogday glances up at you (or you think he does, you can't see any white in his eye sockets) and he responds.

"Yes, we are..." He goes quiet, then his voice resounds. "Why?"

"Huh?"

"Why am I alive? Why did you save me?" His eyes squint. He's talking in a measured way despite his hoarse voice, clearly in disbelief at your actions. "I could have been used against you, those things could have killed you too. Why, Angel? I'm nothing anymore..."

"Don't-" You huff a bit, more out of breath than you had expected. "Don't say that. I had to save somebody, and I could save you. So I did. I don't care that I could have died, I had to help someone in this place."

"What are you saying? You have done so much already. You took out Huggy Wuggy and Mommy Long Legs, the traitors. You're helping Poppy-"

"I've only hurt those who have tried to hurt me, I haven't actually rescued anyone down here. Well, except you." You smile again, more genuinely this time. "You're the first, Dogday."

"Angel... what you did was crazy. But I'm eternally grateful to you." The dog looks down at himself, his face twisting slightly. "I hope I can be useful to make up for being a burden, I know this place like the back of my hand. I'll do whatever I can to help."

You chuckle a bit as you observe the orange toy, resting your head on your knees as you look at him. "You're already helping by being here, you don't have to do anything for me. The entire time I've been down here, I've been alone, and I'm not including Poppy or Kissy. To be honest..." You glance at the floor, a bit embarrassed to say what you're about to. "I just need a friend right now, and from your show, it looks like friendship is your entire motto."

"Angel..." He doesn't finish his sentence for a while. When he speaks again, his tone is brighter. "I can definitely do that, Angel."

You look up, smiling at him gratefully. You swear that the corners of his mouth, although perpetually upturned, seem less forced than before.

"Then that decides it, we are officially friends." You hold out your hand, grinning at your new furry companion. "I'm Y/N."

He shakes your hand, his eye sockets flickering light for a moment. "Dogday. Is it alright if I keep calling you Angel though? It suits you. O-only because you saved me, of course." He scrambles to find an excuse for his request and it both amuses and endears you to no end.

"Sure, dude. Does that mean I can call you Puppy?"

His voice gets stuck in his throat before he coughs, trying to regain his composure. "Um, if you wish, Angel. That seems fair."

"Haha, I was joking, but alright." You grin goofily at him, and he actually laughs. A small, light laugh, but a laugh nonetheless. You frown as you realise something. "Dogday, how did you know about me getting rid of Huggy and Mommy? And that I'm working with Poppy?"

Another chuckle. "Word gets around pretty fast here. Those critters back there? They've been talking about you alot, about how you disposed of those two cultists, how Poppy is out of her case now. Probably heard from Catnap, or even the Prototype himself. You've got quite the reputation, Angel."

"Damn, I didn't realise that they saw me as that much of a threat... wait, does that mean you can understand those little toys? The ones that tried to... get us?"

"Sure can, Angel, and they can understand me. Not that they ever listened."

You narrow your eyes as you turn this information around in your head. "Wow. So those things are smart, yet they were going to..." You sit back, astounded at this revelation. "That's horrible, they could have freed you, Dogday."

"It's ok. Well, it's ok now. I'm not excusing what they did, but I can't blame them entirely for following Catnap. I do, however, blame Catnap for turning on us." His voice turns sour as he mentions the betrayal of the other remaining Smiling Critter.

Correction. Former Smiling Critter.

A yawn tugs at you and you realise you're about to conk it, your eyes getting heavy. You decide to let go of the subject for now.

"Hey, Dogday, is it alright if we rest here for a bit? I haven't slept in a while and I think I'm about to pass out." Come to think of it, you haven't eaten or drunk anything either since you entered the toy factory. How are you even still standing?

"That should be fine Angel. I could use a break too." You both settle on the floor and you place the Grab Pack down so you could lie comfortably on the steel floor. You move your body closer to his but still give him some space. "Sleep well, Angel."

"You too, Dogday." You curl into a foetal position, gazing quietly at the orange fur ball lying with hands folded under his head.

Like a real dog.

You amuse yourself with this little thought as you let the exhaustion carry you into slumber.