Having power is a big responsibility. Having power over Playtime Co.'s experiments is also a big responsibility. And that's why you need to know how to use that power. They've already suffered so much. It's time to give them a break. And as their supervisor, you have the power to do it.

Poppy Playtime x The Freak Circus. Poppy Playtime Characters x Female Jester Reader. __________________________ ❝𝑫𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒈𝒐 𝒇𝒂𝒓, 𝒎𝒚 𝒅𝒆𝒂𝒓. 𝑰'𝒍𝒍 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒉𝒐𝒘 𝒕𝒐 𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒅 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒊𝒇 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒕𝒓𝒚.❞ 𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝙃𝙊𝙐𝙍 𝙊𝙁 𝙅𝙊𝙔| Nothing could be worse than a mother seeking vengeance for her beloved children. What was supposed to be a perfect toy to entertain the orphans turned out to be an evil mastermind of a big disaster in Playtime Co. What will happen there that could be worse? Read to find out. _____________________________ ╰┄➣© Poppy Playtime and The Freak Circus belong to their rightful owners. ╰┄➣© Artworks doesn't belong to me. ╰┄➣© Original idea belongs to Aishavity.

A Special Hug is a love story about Y/N(your name) and Huggy Wuggy from Poppy Playtime. After 10 years, you, an ex-employee, return back to your old job due to the fact a numerous amount of workers have just gone missing. You go back to investigate everything, but it doesn't go as planned. What will happen next? Well, you'll have to read to find out.

Y/n has always been the quiet orphan-too soft, too heavy, too easy to overlook. At Playtime Co., the only ones who ever made her feel wanted were the Smiling Critters... and Dogday, the sunshine that kept her alive when her own heart couldn't. But during the Hour of Joy, everything rots. Dragged deep below into the Prototype's territory, Y/n is trapped with the other orphans-until the red gas meant to erase them... doesn't. She wakes up. Alone. Breathing. And if the factory wants her silent, it picked the wrong girl-because she's getting out... and she's finding Dogday. Even if she has to tear the dark open with her bare hands. With the help of new ally's, and the horror of enemies, Y/n will not give up to find Dogday and the other smiling critters, and maybe put a stop to Playtime Co overall. WARNING: I do not own Poppy Playtime, it's characters and Story, they belong to the characters. This is purely Fanfiction, none of the stuff I'm writing has happened in the game that involves Y/n, the Smiling Critters, or in the whole Playtime Co over all. There will be cursing, blood, violence, pure gore and horrer, Romance, and sensitive topics with Mental health, weight, and suicide mentions. If that stuff triggers you then PLEASE DO NOT READ. Thank you for reading my story, and I will update this as much as I can.

It was loose, they didn't know how to destroy it, everyone would die and the town would disappear if they didn't do something. They only had one card left: Give a sacrifice.

The first thing you notice is the torso with the bloodied, fleshy severance. Then the strung-up arms. Then the hanging head of something, someone, that looks so familiar. A dog, so similar to the other anthropomorphic characters... It comes to you, finally catching the name of this toy: Dogday. What the hell is he doing here? --- I've been so obsessed with the Smiling Critters since seeing Poppy Playtime Chapter 3, especially the one character who deserved better. Bro's literally my comfort character, so Imma right a better ending for him. CW: Some chapters contain mature scenes, this will be marked with a ❣️, pls read at your own discretion.

Y/n, a former mechanic employed at the infamous Playtime corporation, is summoned by a vague letter to delve into the depths of the wreckage of the deserted factory building. Unknown to the sickening horrors they would encounter, they decide to accept their mission. Miles and miles deep into the labyrinth of once was a seemingly innocent children's-toy corporation, they meet a ravaged smiling critter known as dogday- the leader of the once joyous and united smiling critters... ⚠️blood, gore, angst, swearing, weapons, hysteria, sickness, detailed descriptions of pain⚠️ ‧₊˚ ༉❀₊˚slowburn ₊˚❀༉ ˚₊‧ ‧₊˚ ༉❀₊˚savior x level-headed renegade ₊˚❀༉ ˚₊‧

Disclaimer- I do not own or claim to own the game Poppy Playtime, nor any of the other creations of Mob Entertainment. All of the credit for that goes to them. This is just an idea that popped into my head when I was watching the playthrough of Chapter 5, and it wouldn't go away until I wrote something. I drew the cover image myself. You are <Name> Castle, the child of one of the doctors who worked at Playtime Co. You don't exactly see eye to eye, and between your mother's cruel, secretive nature and a peculiar note you found in the trash, you embark on a dangerous journey to uncover the truth, not really caring what happens to you along the way. Things to note- -The reader's gender is intentionally left ambiguous for the sake of everyone getting to insert themselves as the character(I don't want anyone to feel excluded because of their gender). -Many events will be altered or even outright changed. -Made-up lore. -The reader struggles with depression and low self-esteem, which is a major thing for some parts of the story. -Any physical description I give the reader will be for a reason. -This may not suit the personality of every reader out there. Still, I hope this is okay. -There will be many triggering things in the story(blood, gore, death, depressing themes, abuse, just to name a few). -There are OCs that will be in the story as part of the reader's background before they enter the facility. -There may be references to other things. -I will refrain from using Y/N, as I can't take it seriously and only associate it with the Y/N x CEO memes. Instead, I will use <Name>. -I will make mistakes. This is my first ever fanfiction beyond scenario/headcanon books, so, please, bear with me. -Every part will begin with communication indicators. -This is a fanfiction and should not be treated as an alternative to canon. All that aside, I hope everyone has fun reading this! Edit: I am temporarily setting this aside until my Poppy Playtime fixation returns.

In 1989, when Y/n L/n finally scored a job as a "Playcare caretaker assistant" at the infamous toy company Playtime co., they made it their mission to make sure every child at Playtimes orphanage got the care they deserved before sending them out to the warm embrace of a new family. A year swept by like it were a mere few days, but to Y/n and the children they took care of, those days were filled with hours of building trust, joyous laughter, and fun. However, Y/n slowly started suspecting what the company was so determined to hide, which soon resulted in Leith Pierre firing them before they got too far. Ten years later, Y/n received a strange letter in front of their doorstep with disheveled handwriting saying: "Everyone thinks the staff disappeared 10 years ago. We're still here. Find the flower."

A/N means I put notes for you or me just saying info. Y/N means your name or oc name (you are player in this) Playtime Co. was once a famous toy company where children visited a huge factory filled with colorful mascots and games. One day, it suddenly shut down. The workers disappeared, the doors were locked, and the building was abandoned. People began calling it The Factory that steals souls, and the forgotten factory because no one came back after it randomly closed. Y/N remembers visiting as a child. While other kids played together, she was often alone and explored the factory by herself. That's when she found a dark hallway with a KEEP OUT sign. Inside, she met toys no one was supposed to see. She wasn't scared. She stayed there often. She played with a toy cat, who stayed in the shadows, and talked with a strange being that spoke with many toy voices at once. Other forgotten toys lived deeper in the hallway. For Y/N, they became her only friends. Then the factory closed, and she forgot most of it. Years later, she returns wearing a hoodie and mask. She expects an empty building. But it isn't empty. The toys still move in the dark. Some watch her. Some hunt. And deep inside, the 2 toys still wait. They don't recognize her behind her mask. And Y/N doesn't remember them anymore... but she will.