Cutie Patootie Sneky

hello! may i request a dogday fanfic cuz i luv him sm

it goes like this, we created dogday ( he sees us as a best friend ) . after saving him from the little critters, he recognizes us. the only reason why we came back is we had to keep a promise to the prototype ( setting him free to the outside or just anything really bad cuz the prototype let us free during the hour of joy) and dogday trying to convince us to stop?

i love ur writing sm 🤸🤸

Promises Made, Promises Kept

Your biggest regret is your ignorance.

Had you know, had you picked the pieces and put them together into the picture before you, you would've never created Dogday. As cute as the pup was, as happy as it made the kids, you were horrified, plagued by guilt to find what became of your idea.

An animatronic, you had first assumed. You were honored to think that they loved your Dogday so much that they made him real, in a way. Sure, he looked a little different, bigger than you would have made him, but you loved him silly. And he loved you.

You were his best friend, and he was your creation of love and happiness.

But then. . . you found out that animatronics weren't what brought your boy to life. Instead, it was the blood of another person, forced to trade skin for fabric. The realization, presented to you by an amalgamate of life and machine, bone and metal, wires and nerves. You had no reason to doubt it, to doubt its agony, so you promised.

You promised that you would return, far in the future, when it was ready for you. And you would free it. Retribution for your sins, you hand in the torture that created your Dogday.

It was years before Dogday finally saw you again.

He first thought he was dreaming. To open his eyes and see the face he'd longed for, the one he dreamt of to not face his sad reality, it was too much to believe. He cried to you, his angel, his creator, and you cried back.

You pulled him off his chains and sobbed into his shoulder while he cried into your chest.

He was half of who he used to be, but you loved him all the same. You carried him with you, away from the dungeons, into the Playcare above. And to Dogday's shock, none of the miniature creatures followed you. Not even Catnap, who he could spot prowling the rafters, made a move against you.

"I'm so glad I found you!" You said to Dogday, delirious in your exhaustion and joy. He watched, silent, as you stitched him up with spare fabric. "Now we can leave together. All of us, free to go!"

"Us?" Dogday asked, scared to know the answer.

"Well, you! And all your friends!" You smiled at him, so bright it hurt.

"Who told you. . ?"

"The Prototype!" You chirped, ignorant to his horror. "He said that he had a plan, a way to get you all out of here and somewhere safe, where you'll never hurt again. Isn't that wonderful?"

"And you believe that?" Dogday demanded. His heart hurt like it had been ripped out when the smile slipped from your lips. "Angel, he's lying to you."

"But he-"

"The Prototype is a monster." Dogday said. He grabbed your arms, uncaring if he was still half open, if the blood on your hands stained his own. He needed you to understand, to be the angel he dreamed of for so long. "Angel. . . he killed everyone. Everyone but you."

Your head hung in shame, and Dogday's heart stopped in his chest. "I know he killed those people, the ones that did this to you, and to Catnap, too all the, uh, 'bigger bodies' here. But-"

"He killed all the kids." Dogday interrupted. The color drained from your face. As much as it hurt him to hurt you this way, he was glad to see humanity within you. "He killed the kids. The workers. People who didn't know, who didn't do anything. Innocent or guilty, he killed them, or had others kill them. Huggy-"

"Dogday-"

"Mommy-"

"Dogday, please-"

"Catnap mauled those kids, angel! He mauled the other critters! He ripped me in half!"

"Stop!" You shouted, hands over your ears. Dogday stopped, watching you curl into yourself. Tears leaked down your flushed cheeks, and your chest shook as you struggled to breathe. "Please, stop. . . I-I made a promise-"

"You didn't know." Dogday said, thumb rubbing over your cheek. Your head dropped into his hand, and he cradled you so gently. "He is not good, angel. You can't keep a promise to him. He'll hurt so many people."

You crawled onto the bed with him. Dogday accepted you easily, reminded of days spent together, curled up and talking. You never cried much back then, but here you lied, sobbing your heart out for the lives lost that you could not save, even if you had known.

Once again your ignorance came to bite you. And once again you were left horrified, ridden with guilt that ate away at your insides.

A difficult choice laid on your shoulders. Dogday only hoped you'd choose what was right, even if it broke a promise, one made to the Prototype, and one made to yourself.

3/3

*THIS WAS SENT TO A FRIEND. NOT ME*

the friend who received this is too nice to say something about it but i have reached a point now where i have seen them receive so many messages like this that i just can't keep my mouth shut anymore

this is straight up evil behaviour. whatever lighthearted tone this anon thought they were sending this with, i don't care. it's gross in every sense.

i'm speaking directly to whoever sent this now and frankly, if you follow me, non, unfollow me right fucking now because i don't want this energy anywhere near my blog. it hurts enough that you've targeted my friends with it.

listen up because apparently it bears repeating for the millionth fucking time -

FANFICTION AUTHORS ARE HUMAN BEINGS. they have lives and jobs and school and things they struggle with. maybe they've even spoken publicly about their struggles in the hopes their readers would understand them a bit better because at the end of the day this is a community and they have every right to use this space however they fucking want to.

"don't start a fic you can't finish" - literally shut up. shut up! we are not paid to do this, i will start and not finish whatever the fuck i want.

and holy shit, anon. as if this message wasn't disgusting enough, please let me state plainly something you "desperately" need to hear: no robot can give you what a human writer can. and the fact that you even threatened to just go to AI at this point shows how little you care about storytellers and all they provide for you.

again, i don't care if every word of this message was sent in jest or meant to be read playfully. it's not fucking cute. this shit hurts writers and ya'll need to realize that.

if you take time out of your life to send messages like this, you're a bad person. period. this is not how fanfic works, it's not how the world works. if you can wait two-three years for a movie or a new season of your favourite tv show, you can wait a few months for a fanfic to update. or you can wait forever. we literally owe you nothing.

i'm done sugarcoating it, ya'll. disrespectfully, grow up. grow up! enough is enough.

anyway

Yknow I just got tumblr-flashed and that's not even what bothered me

Bro are those nipples okay? They shouldn't be so swollen to the point they're the size of your tits

In the snow? On ice? Dedication

You see the reason is because MY AUNT FOLLOWS MY TUMBLR AND SHE DOES N O T NEED TO SEE WHAT I SEE

Why do you reblog your own fics so much?

Because someone might as well!? And look at this. Look. At. This.

Does this look right to you??

These are just the last three fics I wrote. I appreciate the likes, believe me I do, but you have to understand. Likes do nothing for content creators. It’s the reblogs. Because that’s how you find shit on your dashboard. Through reblogs. Not likes. This isn’t twitter or tiktok or instagram. This is a website that’s run by the reblog system.

Reblogging helps content creators put their stuff out there. Why do you think so many people stopped writing fanfic and creating beautiful fanart and edits? It’s because they put in hours of work and don’t get nearly enough notes for their masterpieces. Yes we do this because we enjoy it but like...some validation won’t hurt. A boost of confidence here and there might be all someone needs to finish whatever thing they started and left.

Anyway, I’m still going to reblog my shit...

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