Dog Toy: A Poppy Playtime Fanfic

Chapter 14: A Break

When Poppy and Kissy are gone, you detach your Grab Pack and lay down with a flop. You close your eyes as you process the entire conversation, reeling from the emotions raging through you: Anger, apathy, affection, they're all a whirlwind in your head. 

You're completely drained.

"Angel, are you ok?"

You open your eyes enough to look up at Dogday, trying to reflect reassurance in your smile. "I'm alright, Puppy, just exhausted from that talk. Poppy doesn't seem too happy about my decision."

"I think it's for the best. We've been down here long enough." He shuffles to lay down next to you, curled into your side.

You huff with dark amusement, tangling a hand into the fur behind his head as a little smirk appears on your lips. "You can say that again. I can't even remember what the sun looks like." 

"You're kidding, right?" He sounds partially worried as he asks you.

You giggle and it sounds like a deflated balloon. "Yeah, mostly." You had started losing count of how long you've been stuck here for, but you decide to leave that part out. It also comes to you that Dogday may have actually forgotten what the sun was like, since he'd been in this pit for god knows how long, so your joke was poorly judged in hindsight.

You lay in silence for a few minutes as your mind sifts through this information and your encounter, the half-smile on your face fading. "I can't believe Poppy lied about so much to me, I don't even know if she was even going to tell me about the Hour of Joy if I hadn't said anything. I can't trust her completely, Puppy."

"Angel, I am 100% in agreement with you there. However, I think we should do our best to convince her to come with us. It feels wrong to leave her and Kissy down here. They've suffered too."

"I know. Sorry that I got carried away back there, it's just… It felt like she didn't care enough about you and your other friends. It angered me."

He gazes up at you as he responds. "Don't apologise for that Angel. You had every right to be angry, I was too. I just didn't want you to rile yourself up so much just for my sake. Also, you did go a bit far calling her a you-know-what, even with her being nasty."

"She insinuated that you weren't worth saving because you don't have legs."

"Which was wrong of her, I'm not defending that. But what good does it do to name-call?"

You sigh, not unlike a school kid being told off. You can see now how he was a role model for the kids in the past. "Ok, I won't be like that again." You're quiet for a minute until a thought comes to you, an idea on how to lighten the mood. You smile at him, a glint of mischief in your eyes. "Although, I do like getting riled up over you, if you know what I mean."

He looks dumbfounded before it clicks for him. You see the moment it does when he smirks, his tone turning flirtatious. "My dear Angel, was that a dirty joke?"

You grin as you lean over him, touching his nose to yours. "Do you want it to be, sweet Puppy?"

He sighs audibly, and you spot the way his fur raises on his body. "What I want is for you to kiss me again, Angel. It's been too long since I felt your lips on me." You flush from the request, complying with it faster than lightning.

You kiss his nose first, then his upper lip where you trail little kisses to the corner of his mouth. He holds you close, a hand on your lower back and the other behind your head. You sigh as you bury your face into the front of his neck and inhale his vanilla scent deeply, seeing stars as it fills your brain. You barely register the smell of blood and dust over the overpowering, sweet aroma.