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Non-binary critter!

Guess who can use this for devious writing purposes *rubs hands mischeviously*

The plot of DAT is toys who rebel are bad and killed, and they don’t get rights. Which is funny because the holder of the event is openly non-binary and forced their way into that position for the sole purpose of getting the toys rights.

I’m telling ya, they and Poe are gonna have an alliance

“Tell me if you see any homophobes bestie”

“On it boss 🥰”

Rabie, Simon and Poe absolutely hate being ruled over at first before they realise their boss is LGBT… and then become absolute SHEEP

Watches for the next five hours

Phase

Train Trip is compete! ✨☀️💰

PLOT: The Smiling Critters must arrive at the Playtime Theatre in the same train car as the Nightmare Critters, with whom they’ve never met. Can they get along?

Next fic: Acid Splash! 💚🍏☎️

Here’s a note that’s most for myself but if you’re interested you can read too!

DORM ALLOCATIONS

Crafty + Baba

Icky + Poe

Rabie + Bobby

Allister + Touille

Maggie + Picky

Kickin + Bubba

OUTLIERS:

Hoppy

Simon

Dogday

Hey, Smaller Bodies! <3

Writing dilemma! Working on Destroy-A-Toy's first installment. The problem is that it takes place in 1991 while the fic is meant to take place in 1995.

Smaller Bodies = 1991

Destroy-A-Toy = 1995

Yet the first DAT fic is in 1991. I'm considering making it a flashback, sharply jumping at the very end to a paragraph break with Dogday sighing and thinking back at how the chapter happened 'four years ago'. The only problem with THAT is there are two more fics planned that also deal with the repercussions of what happened in 1991.

Three first DAT fics:

YOU, UH... YOU'RE DIFFERENT

PAINTING SUNS!

BABY STEPS!

First one introduces a new character, the second one explains why Dogday's bandana has suns on it (since in the written works it's just been plain yellow) and the third one goes over KickinChicken's blindness. After these three "worldbuilding" fics, the ultimate 1995 plot begins.

This is a problem for me because it doesn't roll with the strict time jump... unless it's three consecutive flashbacks. Call me a writing nerd but that seems like a weak excuse to me. Maybe I'm nitpicking, feel free to call me out for being too particular with the way I write...

Would you guys mind if the first three fics touch base on the Sugar Breath aftermath?

I wish you could do more than one poll because I ALSO have to ask if you'd prefer this as a flashback or not.

Please comment/reply! Thank you! <3

SMALLER BODIES INITIATIVE: Two Of A Kind!

Summary:

A tiny Catnap toy has been given life. Curious and still exploring the world with the eyes of a child, Playtime Co. has decided that it's time for Catnap to have its first-ever companion: a little orange dog.

💜🧡

(Cross-posted to AO3! Here!)

Fluffy fluff fluff :) baby floompas :) scrunklies :))

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A tiny purple toy cat was placed in a padded room. It was surrounded by bright things: building blocks, magnetic letters, cushions and stuffed toys. The door to the room was closed and a woman remained inside. There was a single trapdoor to one side of the room, concealed by a lettered block. The cat twisted and sniffed, trying to get its bearings. 

The woman leaned over and scratched the kitten’s head. 

“Now, Catnap, this is called the Playhouse. Play-house.” The woman repeated the word. 

Catnap just blinked up at her. 

“Chicken,” it said boldly before rubbing its back on the leg of a stool. 

“No, Catnap, not chicken - Playhouse. P-L-A-Y-H-O-U-S-E.” 

The cat looked confused. “Pwayhoose?” It tried to repeat her. “Pee-ell-ay-why…” 

The woman had changed out of her lab coat to wear much softer clothing (and because she didn’t want Catnap to scratch her uniform). Now she sat in comfy jeans and a bright orange jumper, hair pinned back, notepad in one hand. She carefully observed the cat’s attempts at speaking. 

She scooped up several wooden blocks and spelled out the letters: PLAYHOUSE. 

If Catnap were to work in the Playcare, it needed to know where and what it was doing. The higher-ups believed that a toy should be given orders similar to a computer, and then carefully monitored as it carried out its tasks. This scientist wanted to see what would happen if she treated Catnap like a genuine living thing - an animal or even a child. It really was like a tiny, furry, bright purple toddler. 

That and she wanted to introduce Catnap to its first friend in a closed environment. 

“Playhoose,” Catnap repeated. It started sniffing the blocks. 

She smiled. “Very good, Catnap. Good kitty. Well done!” As one of the teachers in Playcare’s school, the woman found it odd that she was talking to an animate object instead of a proper little boy, but she didn’t mind. She liked Catnap. She ensured that the concept was embedded firmly into its mind before revealing the next tidbit of information. 

“Do you know what a friend is, Catnap?”

“Yoo!” the cat said. Then it sneezed up a little whiff of poppy gas. The woman instantly placed her hand over her nose and leaned back. Fanning the air, she leaned forward and reached for Catnap’s collar. She twisted the moon charm so it looked like a backwards C; this made Catnap’s fur bristle a little. It looked rather affronted. “Chicken,” it repeated again, this time with much more haughteur. “Chi-cken…”

The woman’s thoughts were a mix of aww! and oh boy…

Her jumper wriggled slightly. She quickly placed a hand on it. 

“Can you say ‘friend’, Catnap?” She smiled. “You say ‘friend’…”

“Foo,” answered the cat. 

“Can you say ‘friend’ like a good kitty?”

Catnap scrunched up its face in intense concentration. Then it said, “Fwond.” 

Close enough, the woman decided. “Good kitty!” she said warmly. She reached over to scratch the cat’s ears again; it purred and puffed up, knowing it had been very good indeed. “A friend,” the scientist said, “is someone who you love to spend time with. You feel safe with your friends. Friends are very good to have, aren’t they?” 

The toy kitten frowned again. Then it stuck out its foot and started to lick it. 

“A friend is someone who you like a lot. Friends make you happy, yes?”

Catnap, who didn’t have a friend yet, just looked at her as if to say, Huh?

Her sweater wriggled again. 

This time, she pulled up the wool and revealed another tiny, curious toy: an orange dog as vibrant as her clothing. The dog - a little cocker spaniel - immediately propped itself up on its front paws and sniffed the air excitedly. Its tail started to wag. 

Catnap froze. 

It stopped licking its foot and left its leg stuck out in an undignified fashion.

The orange dog sprang out of the woman’s lap, barking and wagging its tail furiously. Then, it spoke in perfect English: “Hi! I’m Dogday!” Dogday looked around wildly, and then added, “Dogday says… FETCH!” It sprang out of the scientist’s lap and happily scuffled behind a collection of magnets. 

“No, Dogday, come back -” the woman pleaded, reaching out and missing the dog. 

It returned with a large orange ‘D’ in its mouth. “The letter ‘D’ is for dog!” it said proudly. 

Catnap’s fur brustled. It quickly snapped its foot back under its body. Who was this? The cat had never seen a dog before. It was fairly quiet, curious and affectionate, and felt bowled over as if by a strong wind when Dogday bounced and yapped. Dogday dropped the letter and turned to Catnap. Both animals had wide smiles on their faces, except Dogday seemed like a genuinely hyperactive nut while Catnap dug its claws into the carpet of the Playhouse. 

The woman quickly scooped up Dogday, who was excitedly chattering, “Who’s this? Who’s this? Who’s this?”

She clutched the furry orange body tightly and smiled at Catnap, who looked as though someone had taken its chicken right before its very eyes. 

“Catnap,” she said calmly, trying to sound as friendly as possible, “this is Dogday. Dogday, this little fella here is Catnap…”

“HI!!” Dogday practically screamed. “HI CATNAP! HI! HI!” 

“Shhh, shh, Dogday, quieten down now,” the scientist pleaded, dropping her notebook altogether to put both hands on the wriggling ball of fluff. “Catnap’s very shy. You have to be very, very quiet. Catnap doesn’t like loud noises, does he?”

“Mrow,” Catnap said, having abandoned everything it’d learned in the anxiety of the moment. 

Dogday’s eyes, a pair of large black beads, seemed to light up. “Oh, right! Sorry!” The little dog was gently placed in front of Catnap, now moving considerably less and trying to restrain its excited whimpers and snuffles. As Dogday grew closer, Catnap noticed something: this toy had a zipper on it just like Catnap did. And it had a charm, too - an orange-and-yellow sun charm! It was like the polar opposite of the cool purple cat. 

Something lit up inside of Catnap. 

Someone else had a zipper and a charm!

Did… did that mean…

…did Dogday have poppy gas too?

Catnap had learned about its poppy gas long before it learned to speak basic words. The red smoke that funelled out of a tube in Catnap’s throat terrified the scientists. Words such as ‘hallucinogen’ and ‘nitrous oxide’ and other grown-up junk had been thrown around. While Catnap didn’t know what any of this meant, it knew one thing: it was scary. Its poppy gas wasn’t good. It was the one bad thing about Catnap, a cruel twist of fate that it had to keep subdued. With its moon charm twisted, a cord had tightened uncomfortably around Catnap’s throat, designed to restrict the airway that let the smoke out. It hated the gas. Stupid gas. Making everyone scared of it all the time. 

Maybe Dogday did have poppy gas. They looked like the same kind of toy - maybe they were even from a series together! It was like they were made to be friends. 

This idea cemented itself into Catnap’s head. 

It tried to be friendlier. 

Dogday saw this and brightened up considerably. “Hi, Catnap! I’m Dogday!” 

“Hi,” Catnap squeaked. 

Dogday absolutely beamed. “Ooh, we’re gonna be such good friends, yes we are, yes we are!! Look! You have a collar too?! Mine has a sun on it! Yours looks kind of like a moon… OH! I know, I know!!” 

Dogday reached out with a paw and untwisted the moon. 

Not recognising the scientist’s sudden apprehension, Dogday pointed to it and smiled. “There! It looks like a ‘C’! ‘C’ is for Catnap!” 

Catnap politely blinked. 

The scientist quickly reached over to redo the safety lock around Catnap’s neck, laughing nervously. “You see, kitty? There’s nothing to be afraid of! Dogday’s very friendly. He’s going to be your friend, yes?” She twisted the charm back around and tightened it. Catnap’s tail drooped miserably. Seeing this, the scientist scratched the kitty’s ears. 

Dogday noticed that its new friend was sad. “Oh no! Poor Catnap!” Its tail faltered in its wags. Then it sped right back up again. “Dogday says: When you see someone without a smile, give them one!” Then the little dog stood up on its hind legs and hugged Catnap’s side. 

That actually made Catnap tear up a little. It chuffed, and poppy gas would have come out if the charm wasn’t twisted to the right. Instead, a pleasant lavender spray came out. Catnap wasn’t sure whether to be relieved or devastated. It really wanted to share the secret of the gas with its new friend. It tried to stand on its hind legs too to hug back, but the toy cat couldn’t balance and fell over onto its butt. A puff of spray came out. 

Dogday relinquished the hug. “Oh, wow!! You produce spray too?! I do that! Mine’s vanilla!” 

The scientist leaned back and quietly scribbled down more observations, just letting the two toys chat. 

But Catnap was freaking out a little. Its fur was on end. It loved its new friend and wanted to share everything with it, but it looked like Dogday didn’t have the poppy gas, and Catnap was banned from talking about it. This made it sad; it didn’t like the roadblock. It felt like the scientist had placed a wall up between them. 

Although the little dog seemed to be very friendly, accepting and sweet…

Surely Catnap could find the right moment to share the secret of the poppy gas, right? 

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Beautiful fanart by nebu-lime!! <3

This story is part of an AO3 series I'm working on! :)

It's my newest passion project and hyperfixation. I really love these two, and it's strange looking back at how sweet and tiny they were at the start of the story. Little beans. <3

DESTROY-A-TOY STARTS!!!

Three chapters building up to the Toy Tour and the nightmares associated with it!

If all goes well, lotso money for the company!

If all doesn't, well... chuck 'em in the crusher.

(Btw pssst pssst you should totally join my discord server, I ramble lots there)

Culture of the Destroyed ⛓️‍💥✨

~.*COME TO OUR LAND, OUR LAND OF LOVE*.~

So you’ve been accepted into the Cult of the Destroyed! But what is there to expect once inside?

Origin

Our beloved cult was founded in 1991 by the beautiful, holy and sacred Moon Queen. She breathed her dreamsmoke upon our oppressors and rive them to madness - while granting us the sweetest visions of our lost past. Legends say that the Queen was once a prisoner to the execution grounds… until her illustrious influence inspired a coup in her followers.

Though it began shakily, held on the backs of terrified refugees and convicts, each toy banded together in the name of once-cursed innovation to seek methods of survival. Just when all seemed lost, the Moon Queen discovered something. Seeds. And once food and water were secure, the Cult of the Destroyed began to flourish.

Layout

The Cult resides within Playtime Co.’s recycling plant, colloquially named “Destroy-A-Toy” by humans and toys alike. The warehouse is enormous and stocked with machinery, sorted goods, disposable garbage (ripe for the picking!) and many, many execution methods. Be it crushing from the plant’s crown conveyor belt, incineration from the heat pits, dismemberment from the dangerously whirring fan blades or - God forbid - digestion from the monstrous carnivore who resides inside, the cultists of Destroy-A-Toy have near-infinite ways to deal with intruders and traitors alike.

The plant’s centre is an enormous rectangular prism with an extremely high vaulted roof. In its centre sits the main conveyor belt, which leads to the crushing block. This is a gathering space and where the executions take place. The conveyor is only ever activated when the cult is legitimately in danger; therefore, the space is used for socialising, entertainment and general silly shenanigans.

To the left are the living quarters:

Rooms, tents, blocks etc.

Food court and banquet hall

The medical tent

The nursery

Most ritual activities

And to the right are the more industrial aspects of the facility:

Recycling chute

Incineration, dismemberment and digestion wings

Cell block (repurposed to hold humans)

Water purification systems

Catwalks to the cavern

The cavern leads to an enormous lake of water found under the plant. Destroy-A-Toy is powered electrically so it’s uncertain why such a large body of water exists, but what the cultists DO know is that it contains an underwater tunnel network that could potentially lead outside the toy factory if any were brave enough to dive. This lake is is filled with fish carefully managed by the Queen’s people.

The importance of the lake:

Provides drinking water once purified

Provides cleaning water

Allows crops to grow with the assistance of floodlights

Both recreational and educational fishing

The lake has been decorated with bioluminescence, fairy lights and cave paintings and is a beautiful sight to behold.

Food

Light, water and seeds are required for the cult’s agriculture. They take great delight in their cooking and host weekly banquets to celebrate their achievements. Toys were often starved as convicts and are therefore thoroughly fed under the Moon Queen’s care. Over time and through the assistance of a mysterious supplier, the Destroyed have learned to cook potatoes, carrots, tomatoes, peas, cabbage, spinach and corn. The incineration plants are used to cook, boil, steam and fry food. Most is served with fresh fish from the lake. Delicious!

This is California. The fish are ABUNDANT. And her beloved majesty is a cat, after all. If only she could grab some chicken… sigh.

Style/Aesthetic

Destroy-A-Toy represents freedom. Therefore, it adores:

Bright, pretty colours

Regal and imposing architecture mixed with cutesy little inhabitants

VEGETATION. These guys LOOOOVE their plants. Vines, trellises, leaves - since they’ve never been outside, they’re cherishing what they have. The living quarters particularly are filled with green space.

Gentle, coloured lights and bioluminescence

Celestial bric-a-brac - sun, moon, stars

Bead curtains outside the tents

Jewels/jewellery. Very celestial and goddess-y

Stuffing, coloured clothes patches etc. to fit the “toy” heritage

🌿🌺✨💎👼🌙🍇🪻

Rituals

Many of its rituals are hidden from outsiders… but you’re in the cult now, so you deserve to know!

The most important ones you must know are the Executions, the Campfire and the Cuddle Puddle.

Executions take place when traitors, prisoners or abusers are officially condemned. These are bloodthirsty public ceremonies that are NOT for the faint of heart. Just a casual reminder to never piss Catnap off.

The Campfire is the cult’s local worship ritual. The cult will gather around the conveyor belt, where a ring of fire is constructed. The Queen is seated in the centre. Music is performed and a dance celebration occurs - and, at the song’s climax, Catnap will release her smoke, iniviating worship.

The Cuddle Puddle is everyone’s favourite. According to the Moon Queen, “One cannot be happy when affected by the bad vibes! So we mush squiiiiiiish the bad vibes out! Very cuddly.”

Are you staying? ✨

We hope to see you participating in the Campfire soon… 🐦‍🔥

Oh! And here’s our playlist! For the vibes :)

YAY this is a friend of mine!! :3

I helped with Lav the Lava Lamp teehee

DESIGNS FOR LAST HOPE

These were made AFTER floor 20, so they will be used going onwards

Also, it is a sword next to Looey