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This was such a little brother moment

oh. do you guys understand what I'm thinking.

Some jokes just aren't funny.

I genuinely don't know if anyone has already made this idea before me yet. I just wanted to post something about the game.

heyo! Uhh idk how the request thing works, but I notice that some is able to request with ocs. But I wanna know how it works before I just dive headfirst into it. So is it okay if you explain the rules to that? (if there are rules-) <:]

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But others than that you can ask me everything. I’ll do other fandom in the future, but right now I’m doing Poppy Playtime.

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Demon slayer

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Fnaf

Baldi’s Basics

That’s not my neighbor

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Monster High (Gen 1)

Criminal case

Squid game

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Danganronpa

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Can you do a platonic Doey x reader where they're playing hide and seek with all the toys, but when Doey find the reader he gets a little creepy because he couldn't find them anywhere and panicked a bit? (I'm thinking back to the concept art specifically)

Thank you for clearing up the request. Now that’s get started. Request #13

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You and all the toys were inside playing hide and seek. Doey was seeking. As he began to count in the corner of the living room, you all ran to hide.

You had a very special hiding place you knew no one would find you. During your time in the factory, you learned how to hide yourself from danger. Or in this case, the seeker, Doey.

You were also planning something just in mind for him.

Doey: “Ready or not, here I come!”

Doey walked around the living room, he heard little giggles for the couch.

He lifted the couch to see Catnap and Mini Dogday under the couch.

Doey: “Found you!”

Dogday and Catnap: “Aww..”

Dogday and Catnap followed Doey as he continued to find the others.

They entered the kitchen. As they looked for someone, the sound of crunching came for the cabinets.

Doey opened it to see Picky Piggy hiding and eating some chips.

Doey: “Found you!”

Catnap: “You couldn’t wait until after the game to eat?”

Picky Piggy: “And you couldn’t have hid in the most obvious place in the house?”

Catnap: “Touché.”

Doey: “Okay, you two let’s find the others.”

Doey picked up Picky and went upstairs to look for everyone else.

As they were walking through the halls, Picky, Mini Dogday, and Catnap looked in the closet while Doey looked in the bathroom.

The mini critters opened the door and found Kissy.

Mini Dogday: “Found you!”

Kissy: >:(

Big Dogday: “Dang it!”

Catnap: “It’s okay, Kissy. Me and little Dogday were found first.”

Picky Piggy: “Hey, Doey! We found Kissy!”

Doey: “Great!”

Doey was in the bathroom looking for someone. He noticed the shower curtains were closed and when he opened them, he found Poppy in the tub.

Doey: “Found you!”

Poppy: “Dang it! Well, who else did you find.”

Doey: “Catnap, little Dogday, big Dogday, Picky, and Kissy.”

Poppy: “So all that’s left are Yarnaby, Hoppy, Kickin, Bobby, Craftycorn, Bubba, and Angel.”

Poppy and Doey left the bathroom to finish the game.

They entered your bedroom to look for the others.

Poppy and the mini critters opened your closet to see no one.

Doey looked in your bathroom and there was nobody.

Big Dogday began sniffing the room and pointed to the bed.

Kissy looked under your bed to find Yarnaby and the rest of the smiling critters.

Big Dogday: “Found you all.”

Kissy let out a screech to tell everyone she found the others.

Poppy: “Okay, now we just need to find Angel.”

The others checked to see if you were outside, but no one found you.

Doey: “Did you guys find Mom/Dad?”

Kissy: “Nope.”

Mini Critters: “No.”

Poppy: “Maybe they’re hiding inside the house.”

They continued looking, but they didn’t find you.

Doey: “Still nothing?”

Poppy: “Nope. We don’t know where they went.”

Big Dogday: “It like they just vanished…”

They still were trying to figure out where you were. You took this as a chance to strike. You slowly creeped up behind Doey and then…

Doey: “Don’t panic, I’m sure they wouldn’t leave us like- EEKKK!!! AHHHH!!”

The toys heads turn to Doey to see why he screamed.

Poppy: “Doey, are you okay!?”

Doey: “AHAHAHAHAHAHA! STOP IT! STOP IT! THAT TICKLES!”

Y/n: “HAHA, Revenge!”

Everyone looked to see you, tickling Doey’s sides.

Poppy: “ANGEL!?”

Doey: “AHAHAHA! PLEASE! NOT THERE! AHAHAHAHA!”

Y/n: “Where? Here? Tickle, tickle, tickle!”

You were tickling his belly, kneading his Doughy tummy. He fell on the floor and you continued the tickling.

You were getting him back for the coffee incident, when you two were playing tag and he tickled you. You stopped tickling Doey so he could catch his breath, but you weren’t done with him. The mini critters jumped to you.

Hoppy Hopscotch: “Mama/Papa!”

Catnap: “Where were you!?”

Y/n: “Hiding, of course!”

Bubba Bubbaphant: “But where? We couldn’t find you anywhere.”

Y/n: “Let’s just say when you’re trapped in an abandoned factory, running from blood thirsty monsters, you get good at hiding.”

Big Dogday: “You had us worried, Angel!”

Poppy: “That’s really impressive, Angel. I’m just glad you’re okay and didn’t leave.”

Kissy flopped her hand on your head and Yarnaby licked your face, happy you were here.

Y/n: “Don’t worry, I’m not going anywhere.” You said as you patted Yarnaby.

Doey: “I’m glad you’re here-AHHH!!”

Before he continued talking, you blew a raspberry on his belly. You weren’t done with him.

Doey: “AHAHAHAHA! MOM/DAD!! PLEASE!! IT TICKLES!! C’MON! NO MORE! AHAHAHAHAHA!”

You still continued to tickle him and the others were happy you were still with them.

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I hope you all enjoyed this story. It’s hard to write stories right now. I got a baby project for my parenting class 🥲. But I go on Spring break soon, so I’ll get to your ask. See you soon!

Hey, can you do one where Y/N has coffee that's really sweet and Doey, being curious, drinks it and gets really hyper before having a sugar crash?

Good idea 👍🏾 Thank you for request this story. Poppy Playtime x Gender Neutral Reader “Finally Free” Request #4. Enjoy the story. Btw it may take a while for me to get all of your request, but I will write them. Lots of fluff ☁️ in this story.

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Like any other day, you woke up at 8:00am, did your daily routine, and make breakfast for your family. The toys woke up and came downstairs for breakfast

Y/N: “Morning kids.”

You prepared waffles, bacon, eggs, and orange juice for your kids. And a coffee for yourself.

Doey was the last one to walk downstairs. He let out a big yawn, showing he’s big, red teeth.

Y/N: “Good morning, Doey.

You placed a kiss on his forehead.

Doey: “Good morning, mama/papa.”

You prepared a plate for yourself and Doey and join the others at the kitchen table. You set your coffee near you and Doey.

Doey: “Mama/Papa, what are you drinking?”

Y/N: “ Just some coffee.”

Doey: “Can I have some?”

Y/N: “No, sir. The last time we need is for you to have a sugar rush.”

Doey pouted a little, but when back to eating. As you and your family were eating breakfast, the door knocked.

Y/N: “Oh! That must be my new camera!”

You ordered a new camera to take pictures of your new family. You left the table, and Doey stared at your mug.

Doey 💭: Now’s my chance! But mom/dad said no. Maybe a little sip won’t hurt.

Doey picked up your mug and took a sip. The coffee was sweet and had a taste of peppermint. Doey chugged your mug until it was empty.

You came back into the kitchen to show off your new camera.

Y/N: “Hey guys, check out my new camera. You want to take some pictures of you all the hang up on the walls.”

Poppy: “That sounds like fun!”

Kissy wrote on her write board: “I want to look perfect for the camera.”

Y/N: “Okay, let’s finish breakfast then we can start.”

You went back to your seat to finish your breakfast. You tried to take a sip of your coffee, but the mug was empty. The only one who could have drunk it was Doey. You didn’t say anything until Breakfast was over.

Y/N: “Kids, why don’t you go play? I need to talk to Doey for a minute.”

The toys left the kitchen, leaving you and Doey alone.

Y/N: “Didn’t I tell you not to drink the coffee?”

Doey: “…Yes.”

Y/N: “So, why did you drink it?”

Doey: “I know, I know! I’m sorry! But it was so sweet and tasty! And smelled like peppermint!”

Doey continued rambling so quickly. You knew he was beginning to have a sugar rush. You needed to get the sugar out his system or he might destroy your house.

Y/N: “Okay, Okay! Doey, it’s fine. Why don’t we go outside and play a game?”

Doey: “Like what!?”

Y/N: “Hide and seek tag. You try to hide and I’ll seek.”

Doey: “Okay! Okay, Okay! Let’s play!”

He took your arm and ran outside.

Y/N: “Okay now you go hide and I’ll seek!”

You counted to ten and went to look for Doey. As you were looking for Doey, you heard giggling behind some bushes and saw Doey hiding.

Y/N: “Tag, you’re it!”

You ran as fast as you could away from Doey, but he was too fast due to the sugar in his body. You looked back to see him catching up to you really quickly. You tried to run away from him, but he was too fast and grabbed you by your sides, tickling you. You broke out into laughter.

Y/N: “Doey! Stop! That tickles! I’m caught! I’m caught! You won! Let me go! Please!”

Doey: “ Ha! You’re it! You are it! You can’t trick me! You can’t outrun me! I’m too good! I’m too quick!”

You couldn’t stop laughing as Doey continued tickling you and bragging about him catching you. He stopped tickling you and picked you up in the air.

Doey: “ Let’s play some more mama/papa!”

You gave him a thumb up as you were a little tired.

For the next 4 hours, you played capture the flag, statues, scavenger hunt, and Hopscotch. Some of the mini critters and Yarnaby came out to play were you two, but they couldn’t keep up with Doey’s sugary energy.

Y/N: “Okay, Doey. Let’s go inside.”

Doey: “But I’m still wanna play!”

Y/N: “Well, let’s play inside.”

You, Doey, and the others toys came inside the house and the toys, except for Doey, fell asleep on the couch. Those games wore them out. Yarnaby took up most of couch and the mini critters lay on top of him.

Doey: “What do you want to play now, mama/papa?”

Y/N: “I got the perfect game!”

Doey: “OH! What is it?”

Y/N: “Sit next to Yarnaby, close your eyes, and count to 35.”

Doey: “Okay, 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, ….17…”

Y/N: “ This game is called nap-time.”

Doey fell asleep. Now his sugar rush crashed and he was sound asleep.

You took your camera out and took a picture of the sleeping toys.

Y/N: “These is going in the photo album.”

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See you next time! <3!

Could there maybe be a Y/N having a baking day, like making different cakes, cookies, and other sweet treats and it lures Doey in like a magnet but they tell him to wait till they’re done and invite home to help out? Just thought it would be cute.

Thank you for Requesting a good idea for a story. Request #8. Sorry if you requested a story and it’s taking a while. I’m trying to think of ideas and find time with school work. But I will write your stories for my “Finally Free” AU. Anyway enjoy the story.

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You were in the kitchen for most of the day. You spend yesterday and all morning baking cakes, brownies, sugar and chocolate chip cookies. You prepared all types of treats for a big surprise for some family members.

You finish the brownies and cookies. The last thing left was the cakes. You were almost finished with the cakes. There was a vanilla, chocolate, and strawberry shortcake.

All you had to do was place icing and decorate them. You finished the chocolate and vanilla, but like you said it wasn’t easy hiding it.

You left to go to the bathroom and as you expected, three mini critters came into the kitchen, following the sweet smell of pastries.

You leave to go to the bathroom and the little critters found the cakes sitting out on the counter. Their mouths with drooling at the pastries. Luckily, your two heroes stopped that from happening.

Doey & Poppy: “Don’t even think about it.”

Doey and Poppy knew you were baking and promised not to eat them. Especially, after what happened with Doey and the coffee incident.

Dogday: “Aw come on! Just a little bite?”

Hoppy Hopscotch: “They look so good!”

Picky Piggy: “She won’t notice if a little is gone.”

Poppy: “You guys need to have some self-control. Don’t you remember what happened with the skittles? They were mad and I think they’ll only get angrier if you eat all this.”

Doey: “Mom/Dad also said they’re planning something for their family. Do you really want to upset them?”

The mini critters looked down with guilt. You didn’t want to upset and left the kitchen. You came by to see none of the cakes or other desserts were eaten. You were relieved that not of the pastries were eaten. It was all going according to plan.

At 6:00pm, you put your plan into action. All the toys were distracted, so no one would notice you.

Around 6:47pm, all the toys were watching TV, playing games, or just chatting when there was a scream coming from the backyard.

Y/n: “OH MY GOD!”

The toys wasted no time rushing outside to see what you were screaming about, but they were greeted with balloons, tables of pizza, drinks, and pastries. Music was playing, they were party games, confetti, and a banner with the characters on the banner with the words ‘Surprise.’

Doey: “What is going on?

All the toys were confused, until you came out.

Y/n: “Surprise!”

Poppy: “Angel, what is the meaning of this?”

Y/n: “Well, I thought since you all have been living with me for a little, I thought you all deserve a party to celebrate all of us together as a family.”

Some of the toys had tears in their eyes. Once again, you were in a bear hug with the toys, thanking you for everything.

It was a nice day, you were all together, playing games, eating cake and other pastries and food. You were all together.

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I hope you all enjoyed another story. Thank you for all the request you send me. If you send a request, I will get to your request soon. Until next time ❤️.



❝ You recount the days where DogDay displayed dog-like behavior. ❞ (x)

Art in title card created and owned by @dogddays

Word count: 8,260

Tags: fluff, domestic fluff, All characters are written as ADULTS, Dog-like behaviors, ghosts and spectral beings, romantic fluff, platonic fluff, chapters can be read as being either romantic or platonic, angst, minor angst

Chapters: 26/26

Status: Completed

Chapter 1: Head Tilts

Sitting comfortably at the living room coffee table, you helped Poppy with her makeup. You were particularly proud of yourself as you had finally found porcelain safe paint, and with it you decided that she could use a new touch up.

She sat comfortably before you, her eyes were shut as you painted some eyeliner on her. You were thankful that the paint you had bought was quick to dry, as you both knew that neither of you wanted to sit here for hours to watch it dry.

“How's that look, Poppy?” You asked, extending a hand mirror to her.

You watched as she examined your work, she had a slight cat eye liner on either eyelid, which, whenever her eyes opened helped to accentuate those baby blues of hers.

“It looks beautiful~!” She gasped, a sound of pure delight leaving her lips.

You smiled, happy to hear that she was satisfied with your work.

“Alright, how about…-” you paused, examine the remaining paint vials. “-we do your nails?” You offered.

“Ooh! I've never had my nails painted before, sure!”

You nod, “What color do you want them to be? We have-...”

Poppy listened as your voice trailed off, listing the remaining colors that were left: black, blue, red, orange, pink, maroon and purple.

You watched as she frowned before turning to you, “Do I have to choose just one?”

You cocked a brow back, “Who said it had to be just ONE?”

Poppy giggled, “I'd like Red, Black and blue. Please!”

“Coming right up!”

As you worked on Poppy’s small nails, you two heard the sounds of heavy footsteps approaching.

You couldn't spare a glance up as you worked so you spoke up; “Kissy?”

“No, it's just me, Angel.” Replied DogDay

You nodded, “Ah! Welcome back, how was laying outside in the sun like?”

“Warm~” He cooed, a lazy grin decorated his lips.

You nodded, “I'm glad…” and felt your voice trail off slightly as you focused on painting Poppy's nails just how she liked it.

DogDay approached the two of you, his head was tilted to the side curiously, “What're you two doing?”

“Painting my nails~” gleamed Poppy.

DogDay quietly watched on, his eyes watching as your skillful fingers decorated her impossibly small nails.

“That… looks like fun.”

“It is!” Exclaimed Poppy, “You should try it!”

“Unfortunately he can't, Poppy”

“Why not?”

You pause your work and motion to his hands, “He doesn't have nails”

DogDay looks down at his hands and takes notice of that fact, his brain brings back faint memory of his companions- The Smiling Critters- and how, out of all of them, there were only two with claws and that was Bobby Bearhug and CatNap.

“That's fine-” Poppy's voice pries DogDay from his thoughts, forcing him to look back at the two of you.

“-we can just get him a shiny new collar! Something with his name and a new brighter sun on it.” She suggests.

DogDay watches as Poppy analyzes her now dry nails, she seems quite satisfied.

You turn to DogDay, with an eyebrow raised in question.

“That depends on you, pup.” You tell him, “I won't buy you one if you won't wear it.”

You watch as he takes a moment to think it over, his head leaning to the side just as before.

“I think…” he paused briefly, “I think I'd like that.”

“You sure?”

He nods, “It would be a great way to celebrate my new life.” He offers and you nod, smiling softly.

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Chapter 2: Showing teeth

“{Grrrr…}”

He growled, the noise was low and quite intimidating, especially given the size of the creature of which said noise emitted from.

But you knew him better than anyone else, this was nothing more than just a show.

He's all bark and no bite, especially not for you.

“Don't you DARE growl at ME, mister!!” You exclaimed, “You fucking stink!! You need to be cleaned!”

You watched as Kissy Missy approached him with an apprehensive step forward. On one hand she had a comically large sponge and in the other a bucket of soapy water.

DogDay took yet another step back and reared himself up to appear bigger despite being on all fours.

“{Grrrr!!!}”

The growl that came out from his throat was much deeper now, and the two of you watched as he bared his teeth at you both.

Kissy took a step back and growled in return as if to tell him to ‘back off!’.

You couldn't help but facepalm and sigh frustratedly into your hand.

“DogDay- Oskar- PLEASE-!!” You groaned, pinching the bridge of your nose in frustration, “-just let us clean you and get this over with and I promise you'll get treats.”

You watch as he momentarily lets down his guard, his tail twitching slightly as it wags for a moment before returning back to normal.

“Movie night.” You hear him declare.

“What?” You ask, confused, “What did y-?”

“Movie night-” he parrots, “-and I get to choose.”

You sigh, nodding, “Okay…”

“And-” he starts again, but you watch as he hesitates for a moment, pausing for a moment.

“And?” You egg him on.

“Aaand…” he paused briefly, “...treats?”

You nod, “Yes, you'll get whatever treat you want; belly rubs, snacks, cuddles- you name it. BUT FIRST-” you motion to your own sponge and bucket of soapy water, “-you HAVE to get cleaned. You are NOT tracking anymore mud throughout the house!!”

Behind DogDay lays the chaotic wake of giant mud stains on the hardwood cabin floor. Poppy is not far behind, standing atop a nearby stool looking at the large cabin with a disapproving shake of the head.

“This place is a whole mess, now!” She whined

“Yes, and Kissy and I are going to have to clean it up!!”

You watched as Kissy nodded alongside you, the sounds of a disapproving growl leaving her.

You watched as DogDay finally approached you two, hopping into the bathtub with his tail tucked between his legs.

“Make it quick?” He asked

“Oh no, sir, we're taking our sweet ass time getting you cleaned.” You added.

DogDay watched with a frown as Kissy Missy seemingly ‘giggled’, a playful hand placed over her lips in response to your comment.

And with that DogDay couldn't help but let out a frustrated huff as he felt the still warm soapy water splash down onto him, turning him sopping wet as you two worked diligently at getting him cleaned…

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Chapter 3: Biting

You watched from your place on the grass as Kissy Missy held the large heavy rope of twine in her hands steady as the large canid at her feet bit down on it hard.

You could hear him growl as Kissy Missy tried to shake the rope loose from his grasp.

In doing so, she would on occasion, raise the rope over his head and hold it there as DogDay held on, his front paws lifted up in the air as he sat on his hind legs, clinging on.

You heard Poppy snort beside you, “He really is just like a dog, isn't he?” You roll your eyes and glance over to her.

“What?!” She giggled

“Seriously?” You chuckle, motioning to him, “It's in his name, Poppy”

You watched as she burst out in a small fit of laughter and you could help but shake your head, as an amused smile formed on your lips.

Turning back to the scene from before, you now watched as Kissy Missy dragged DogDay around by the end of the rope as the other lazily clung on by the teeth.

It would seem that at some point, DogDay had lost all strength to hold on as he soon let go and was left on the grass panting, his tail wagging at a million miles per hour as he stared at Kissy Missy.

You watched your large pink furred friend clap her hands in glee as she approached the large canid and rubbed his face and belly. Practically praising him for holding on for so long.

“I didn’t know you liked tug of war, sweetheart.” You commented, watching as DogDay turned to face you.

“It’s fun!!” He panted out, clearly tired out from all the energy he had spent.

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Chapter 4:

And learn she did, though it was difficult at first for her to understand the keys, she soon began to get a hang of it and once she’d gotten a firm grasp on how to play the child sized wooden piano, she would grace your ears with songs all too familiar from your childhood.

“🎼♩♪ ♩ ♩ ♩ ♩ ♭ ♩ ♩ ♭ ♩ ♩ ♭…”

It would seem that this time it was “London Bridge is Falling Down” to shine in the spotlight.

You sat comfortably some ways away from Poppy on the couch reading a book with DogDay’s head resting on your lap, currently he was knocked out, resting after a long day.

Kissy Missy sat across from you on the floor, currently solving one of your one hundred puzzle piece puzzles, she had gotten about halfway with it.

The more that Poppy played, the more you felt DogDay stir beneath you, thinking it was a nightmare you pet him, massaging his scalp with the pads of your fingers. Silently hoping that the gesture was enough to calm him.

When out of the blue, a low sound that steadily rose in pitch emitted from DogDay.

“{OoOoOooOooOooOooo!}”

A howl! It was a howl! He was howling!

Surprised by the sudden revelation, you checked to see if he was sleeping but was greeted by a lazy smile.

You chuckled as you kissed the top of his head and listened as he continued on with his howling.

“Are you singing along to Poppy’s playing?”

The thumping of his tail wag made your answer clear.

Poppy on the other hand didn’t seem to mind as you watched her play with more vigor, her graceful porcelain hands glided across the miniature piano with the same expertise as someone who’d been playing for their whole life.

You watched as Kissy Missy momentarily stopped what she was doing to sit back and listen on, her head softly bobbing to the tune.

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Chapter 5: Flicking Ears

So, while Poppy and Kissy Missy had a ‘girls night in’ in their respective shared bedroom with snacks and movies, you spent your evening with DogDay in the living room. The plan has been to watch whatever show or movie the other hadn’t seen when suddenly the power had cut off.

You sat in the dark staring at your cellphone’s screen, unbeknownst to him, you were typing away at one of your forgotten fictional works. Surely you could get something done until the light came back on?

DogDay on the other hand was sat by your feet, eyes glued onto the window outside as he watched the rain pour down heavily. The sounds of distant thunder tearing the sky asunder as flashes of light would occasionally appear.

When suddenly, DogDay’s headshot up, surprised by the act you watched him carefully.

His ears twitched on either side of his head, flicking to and fro, it looked like he was trying to listen for something.

“Whatcha hearing, pup?” You called out

“Shhh…” he silenced, you watched as his expression changed to one of pure concentration.

Intrigued, you put down your cell phone and continued to watch him follow the inaudible sound that only he could hear. Ears twitching as his head tilted, he was trying to locate its source.

When suddenly, it looks like he nearly jumps out of his skin as he turns to face you.

You stare at him with a bewildered look.

“Wh-?”

“Him!” Was all he offered, DogDay climbed on top of you, his eyes laser focused on what was behind you.

You turned to see what it could be and saw nothing more than your fireplace mantle and the two large urns that held your parents' ashen remains, as well as their pictures on either side.

“Dad?” You asked, turning back to DogDay, “Was it dad?”

You watch him nod, “He was saying something… I couldn’t catch just what it was but I saw him when I turned around.”

“Is he there now?” You ask, curious.

DogDay seems to hesitate for a moment, his eyes flicking to something before meeting yours once more.

He nods.

You sigh and turn around, “Dad, leave him be, he’s being good!” You muse, reprimanding the empty air.

When you turn back around to face DogDay you give him a pet on the head, “My dad was always the joker of the family- as my mom used to say- he was probably just messing with you.” You inform him, “Don’t worry, I’ll make sure he doesn’t misbehave.” You jest, glaring back at the urn before laughing at the whole situation.

You watch as DogDay nods, nuzzling into your touch before glancing back up at the mantle, he catches a brief glimpse of the same man from the picture giving him a wink before waving goodbye, the figure dematerializing into thin air.

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