Dog Toy: A Poppy Playtime Fanfic

Chapter 8: Beating Around the Bush❣️

For a second which spans forever, you kiss him, then release him. You open your eyes hesitantly, slightly anxious for his reaction.

He's staring at you, virtually still, and the white lights flickering sporadically in his eye sockets return for a moment. His silence breaks your resolve to maintain eye contact and your gaze shifts to the floor. He exhales deeply before he utters a single word.

"Angel..." The sound makes your heart beat wildly and you look back at him, your nerves on fire. "Does that mean... you like being hugged a lot? By me?"

You smile at how innocent he sounds. "Yes." After your bold move, you don't care how red your face is anymore, all you care about is what he does next.

"Do... Please do that again."

Oh shit. He liked it. He likes it.

You repeat the act, lips to nose. As you pull away, he lays his hand on the side of your face, whispers to you, "Longer", and you oblige eagerly, holding his face with both hands now. Kissing him this way feels so intimate, however unconventional it may be. It's like your heart has wings and it's soaring sky high because you're kissing him and he wants you to.

When you pull away enough for air, you lock eyes with him and find white ones looking back. You gasp, clasping one of your hands over your mouth in shock.

You can finally see his eyes.

"Angel, is something wrong?" There's a tinge of worry in his voice.

"What? Not at all!" You hurriedly say this, brushing a hand over his cheek as you grin widely. "Dogday, I can see your eyes, they're not black anymore!"

"Angel, don't take this the wrong way, but what do you mean?"

"You had no eyes before, it was just dark...ohhh." It clicks for you that if he had been locked up for so long, then he had no idea what his face looked like now. This gives you an idea.

"Wait here a sec, I'm going to find a mirror or something."

"Oh, alright Angel. Don't be too long."

"Don't worry, I won't." You give him a reassuring pat on the cheek, which he leans into, then walk into the next room for any kind of reflective surface.

With all the junk on the various desks of numerous rooms, it doesn't take you long to find a stand-up mini mirror, which you swipe up. You give it a rough clean and turn back, feeling a bit creeped out from being alone for the brief moment of time.

You return with your mirror and spot your furry friend (more than a friend now?) waiting for you patiently. You notice how his ears twitch before he looks in your direction, which you find incredibly cute.

"Here, Dogday. Look at your reflection here." You angle the reflective surface towards him and he leans over to look at himself in contemplative silence. "When I met you, you didn't have any eyes, now you do!"

"My eye lights were... out?" He puts a hand to his face as he looks at his reflection. After a few seconds, his gaze shifts back to you. "That must have been... scary for you, Angel."

"What? No way man, it wasn't scary. Just unexpected." You grin cheekily as a thought comes to mind. "Besides, now I can tell whether your eyes are wandering or not."

"What do you- oh. Oh!" Dogday erupts into laughter and you smile even wider, happy to be the source of his joy. He wipes away a fake tear as his laughing tones down. "Oh Angel, I didn't realise you were so sly. Maybe I should call you Devil instead, hmm?" His voice is full of faux coyness as he comes closer to you, his hand on the ground next to your leg. This encourages you to keep playing along in this teasing game you've both grown accustomed to.