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Kinda self indulgent, but can I request post game events Angel getting sick. The boys (Peanuts and Biscuits) have also gotten sick and Angel was trying to take care of them but Dogday is like “Nope. I’m taking care of all of you” like a good husband and dad ❤️

Caretaker

It was, in short, a bad day for the household. You falling ill was already bad, what with how Dogday and the others fretted over you, but when the littles also became ill, things elevated from bad to worse. Because it was not just the toys fretting, but you too.

"Angel. . ." Dogday said, the upset in his tone making you wince. You glanced up from Peanuts, still holding the tissue for him to blow his nose into. Biscuits awaited his turn nearby, his own tissue clutched to his chest. "Angel, you should be resting."

You pouted up at him. "But they're sick-"

"So are you!" Dogday easily swooped you up into his arms. You yelped in shock, coughing heavily into your elbow afterwards. Dogday felt a smidgen of guilt at causing your slight fit, but assured himself it was for the greater good. "Angel, please. Kissy and Poppy are handling the chores, so let me take care of you." He glanced back to the shuffling kids following behind him. "All of you."

You grumbled, but didn't protest being laid into bed. You seemed to melt into the mattress, a smile twitching at your face as Dogday helped Biscuits and Peanuts both onto the bed as well. Biscuits still had his tissue, so you helped him blow his nose as Dogday fetched water and medicine from the bathroom.

It was a trial to get the kids to take cough syrup, with it being so gross. You made faces and gagged alongside them, relieved to have a pill instead of syrup yourself. Still, as Dogday cooed to a whimpering Peanuts and stroked the head of a miserable Biscuits, you made sure to give your own hushed praise and encouragement, if only to make the process somewhat easier.

However, that only led to you getting petted and squeaked at as you carefully took your own meds. It was terribly cute, especially when the pair looked to Dogday, protesting him just handing off your water. So Dogday helped you sip from the glass how he helped the littles, carefully cupping under your chin in case of spillage.

And only after that did everyone finally settle down. Dogday cleaned up best he could, throwing away snotty tissue and empty juice boxes. He made mental note to bring up some light snacks later, turning to see the three of you curled up and snoozing.

Dogday chuckled. You all gave a chorus of snores and whistling noses, snotty and congested no doubt. But it was still cute all the same.

He leaned down, kissing Biscuit's forehead, then Peanuts', then finally yours. He lingered with you, feeling the heat from your skin, before he finally pulled away, stroking you head.

"Sweet dreams, angel. I'll make sure you get better in no time."

Hi! I hope you're having a good time of day!

I was curious if you would be open for a more angsty story with the bestest boy DogDay? Like, they have an encounter with CatNap where Angel gets an open wound that they need to stitch up later. And DogDay can't do anything about it with his hands being too big, so all he can do is comfort his Angel and encourage them? Just him being as supportive as he can be and amazed with his Angel's determination?

It's okay if you dont want to write something like this though! Thank you for your time! Your stories are really good with their captivating nature!

[A/n: So I hope you like this anon. I think I went deeply into the angst.]

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If only

It all happened so fast. One moment you were next to DogDay and the next you were gone. Flung across the rubble as if you were an unloved toy.

And standing in your place was Catnap with his mouth hung open and red smoke spilling everywhere. After years of exposure DogDay had grown unaffected by the worming hallucinations. He knew what was real and at first he assumed what he was seeing wasn’t. 

It couldn't be. 

No matter what you always got back up. You were their shining light, their hope, their Angel. You always got back up. So the fact that you weren’t moving just had to be fake. The slowly pooling puddle of red he was seeing? Trick of the smoke. It had to be. You were fine. He was sure of it. 

His Angel always got back up. 

Always.

But then why did it feel so real? It couldn’t be. It wasn’t. It was the smoke playing tricks on him. Peeling back the layers of his frazzled mind to poke and prod at something new he could be taunted with.

A wheezing laugh made his head snap up. The cat was looking at him. That horrible smile he saw in his nightmares and every fractured mirror was turned towards him. Malice and a sick sense of satisfaction dripped from that grinning face. 

“Is something wrong?” DogDay felt something hot and acidic pool in the back of his throat. 

“Is it them?” His hands are trembling as Catnap moves his gaze over to you. He can’t move his arms as the former Smiling Critter sways towards you. His gait slow and with purpose as those eyes that only held deranged devotion glanced back at him.

“Oh, must not be.” It was said with a gravely snicker a single dirty purple paw rose into the air. It was done so slowly, as if Catnap wanted him to see every minute movement. Even through the dim light and thick smoke he can see the twitching claws that hover over you. 

And you still haven’t moved. Still lying limp as that monster loomed over you. He felt like his heart was going to beat out of his chest at this clear taunt. 

“Are- AAAHHHHHHHH!” A horrendous screech filled the air. Blips of orange were beacons in the crimson fog. DogDay felt himself lurch forward, arms still shaking, as he watched Catnap rear back. A bright flare sizzled in his throat as he stumbled away. 

“Let's go.” Your body slams into his as you shuffle him along. Your grip on him is tight as you take the majority of his weight. He’s reeling as joy sears through him. It was a trick. You hadn’t actually been crumbled beneath that cat. You were fine. He had just been seeing things. Tears pricked along his eyes. He was just so happy. His Angel was okay and had been the entire time. 

And he didn’t want to let go when you stumbled into a supply closet. He wanted to stay in your arms but as you sagged to the floor he noticed something. Pulling away he thought he was still under the effects of the red smoke. 

He had to be. 

Under the flickering lights he saw how your side was soaked with blood. Gnarled slashes marred your skin. 

“What…” Shakily he reached out. He was so sure you had been alright. So sure that it had all been a hallucination. That it had just been Catnap messing with him because he found a new weakness to exploit. But it hadn’t been. 

DogDay doesn’t know what to do. He is just as useless right now as he was when you had been lying there. 

“We shouldn’t stay here too long. I’m sure Catnap is going to be very upset when he recovers.” You're fumbling around the closet, pushing and moving things around. He wants to help you but he can’t. 

“Hey, are you still with me?” A hand is placed on his shoulder. It startles him and he lists backwards. But you don’t let him fall. Your arms wrap around him, steadying him.

“DogDay are you okay?” You sound so concerned but you shouldn’t. He’s fine, you’re the one that got hurt! He should be asking you these questions. He should be helping you!

“Angel I..” His voice came out hoarse and warbled. He can’t even speak properly! What was wrong with him? Why couldn’t he help you? Why couldn’t he be there for you? You asked for nothing and he couldn’t even do that! You did everything, all the time. It was always you and he loved you for that. But God he just wanted to do something for you. If only he was a bit more like you. 

Why couldn’t he be more like you? 

Why did he have to be him?

We all know what to do

Honestly, with how people are treating Dogday in the fandom, (I.E x reader art, making him hot, ect), I won't be surprised if he becomes the next Tumblr Sexyman