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Platonic yandere Doey & Reader

★ When Doey first meets the Player, he is intrigued. It's not every day you meet someone who keeps cheating the grim reaper. As Doey spends more time with the Player, he realizes that they are different than most employes. You are nice and treat him kindly.

★ His conflicting personalities create a strange mix of curiosity and adoration inside of him. Especially after you stay to help the Safe Haven instead of working with Poppy. Plus, the Player has been through so much already. They really should take a break.

★ He goes above and beyond to make them feel comfortable and secure in their new home. He introduces them to the other toys, making sure they feel included and part of their little community. Tries to help them relax after what they have been through, also.

★Doey becomes emotionally dependent on the Player, deriving a sense of purpose and stability from their presence. The thought of losing the Player or not being able to protect them fills him with fear and anxiety, fueling his yandere tendencies.

★ All three parts of him agree on one thing, protect the Player at all costs. That means not letting them leave the Safe Haven. At least not without him. It comes from a place of genuine care, having concern for the Player's well-being.

★ He prioritizes their needs, ensuring the Player feels safe and loved. If the player were to reciprocate his care by doing things to make him feel valued, it would mean the world to him. If it's not too much, could he pretty please hold your hand? (please say yes)

★ The player's consistent care builds trust between them. That trust is very important. Never break it or you might regret it. Doey is still unstable at times, and he could still lash out at you if the wrong button is pushed.

★ Yandere Doey is very possessive, he is aware of this and tries his best not to be. He really wants to give the Player the freedom they deserve but at the same time he fears losing you to others and may become anxious if you spend too much time with another toy.

★ Those thoughts are silly, he knows it, you would never abandon him for a new friend. However, that nagging voice in his head tells him differently. It may end up with him subtly manipulating the Player. It was for friendship though so it's okay!

★ He might use guilt or even fear to keep the Player close, making them feel responsible for his emotional well-being. The thought of the Player getting hurt when he's gone fills him with all sorts of bad feelings. Ones he doesn't even want to think about.

★ By this time it's too late to go back. He is too afraid of being abandoned, if you suggest going off to finish what you started and killing the prototype he would have a panic attack.

He did to Quinn what he views as exactly the same as what Ludwig did to him: making himself a father figure, the only person who saw potential, the only person who cared.

y'know the big thing with generational trauma, how a parent often abuses their kid as a subconscious way of "getting back" at their own parental figures by exerting the same type of control they did? yeah.

In both cases, the "father" was only interested in taking all that could be taken from that well of potential, shaping that mind into exactly what they wanted. In both cases, they failed, and ended up doing the opposite. Both of them ruined their progenies, greatly lowered their mental capacity in certain fields.

Ludwig completely stunted Sawyer's psychosocial capacity. Sawyer completely stunted Quinn's intellectual capacity.

[also, if Ludwig is the Prototype, both were used as guard dogs, trained to serve and nothing more]

Sawyer also seems to believe that he granted Quinn a courtesy that Ludwig refused to grant him: to see his disturbed mind as a gift, rather than the detriment Ludwig saw his disturbed state as. He chose Quinn because he was disturbed, because he acted in probably the exact same way he himself did when he was young.

In that interview, he told Quinn exactly what he wished he was told as a child, just as Elliot did to him. He sees himself as a loving parent, despite being anything but. He can't see the parallels between his own actions and Ludwig's.

(also note the symbolism: Quinn was literally transplanting the 'minds' of his dolls between bodies, altering the nature of what little he could.)

And in the end, both "fathers" left their progeny to the cold, breaking them. Only to come back into their life, now to use what has become of them.

(note: I actually don't think Sawyer was being malicious when he was "getting a good laugh out of" Yarnaby. The way Sawyer's mind works is strange, and we know the way he navigates social interactions is bizarre at best. I think he genuinely thought of those moments as some strange form of bonding, the way one bonds with a pet through its endearing behaviour. I think he does genuinely care for Yarnaby in his own strange way, but, like I mentioned, his psychosocial development is completely stunted and that care manifests as abuse, as is often the case with developmentally stunted parents.)

She's ADHD

She loves Valentine's Day

She loves to do Romantic fanfics

She loves to hug and play her friends

She loves Chocolate

in her diary she has a crush on CatNap

her pronouns can be just She/Her/Hers

She loves alot of Romantic movies (like beauty and the beast and Gnomeo & Juliet)

She loves Romantic songs and she also like Classical musics

Inspo/Inspiration: Kissy Missy

She loves things related to Romance

She had fears to confess for CatNap that she loves him, so she need the help of SpaceSoala Kooky(oc) to help to confess.

When i get more i will updated.

“Who's next~? 🥰”

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★ Sometimes, when he's lonely or just needs to relax, he draws on the walls. His drawings often attract the smaller toys to join in. He likes picking them up so that the higher places are in reach. He can even be a staircase if a lot of people want to join! the more the merrier!

★ He would put everyone above himself, even Poppy. Despite everything that has happened, she is still his family. All the toys in safe haven are. Each and every one of them. They mean the world to him.

★ Kissy and him have sleepovers! they share a tent together and he makes up happy stories to pass the time. It's good for them both because Kissy sleeps better when someone she trusts is close to her. And Doey loves sleepovers because it reminds him of his old life. It makes him feel normal.

★ He can sew. It helps him cope, whether it's patching up old rips and tears or creating new pillows and stuffed animals. If they were to ask, he would teach the other toys basic sewing skills.

★ He willingly takes on extra tasks and responsibilities to lighten the load for the other toys. Whether it's cleaning, organizing, or running errands, he is always the first to volunteer. He doesn't know it, but it's earned him a lot of goodwill.

★ As mentioned above, Doey has a talent for storytelling. He often gathers the toys around for bedtime stories. It brings a sense of comfort and routine to the Safe Haven and allows everyone to feel involved.

[do they feel like they belong?]

Of course!

Harley belongs where he is: alone in his own head.

His perception of it is strange, even moreso after the transfer. It is contradictory; he despises what's been done to him, yet he feels a kinship with the steel and drywall, like this metamorphosis was always meant to be. He always felt like a machine, anyway. Like an object.

He always felt at home in his body only as a vessel, a tool that he knew how to use in an uncanny capacity. After a lifetime of mastering it, it's frustrating to be left void of most sensation and ability. He wouldn't mind it if it weren't for his loss of autonomy.

he was never human anyway.

he knew that since he was a child. There was always something wrong with him. Something evil that made humans hurt him. He internalised it at a young age - that was what had killed his mother when he was born. That evil, that cancer, had lived in him before he had a heartbeat.

Letters had told him the Germans were the ones who killed his father, too, but he knew the truth. It was he who did it. He didn't know how, but he was sure of it. Even as a five-year-old, it was a simple pattern. The common thread was him.

The housemother (he only relented and called her Mother after the fifteenth paddling) taught him of sin. She told him he was crawling with it. She taught him that there was a man in the sky that wanted what was best for him, and whispered instructions to those men who took each orphanage boy into the back of the church, one by one.

But that man in the sky didn't kill his parents. He did. So the man in the sky was obviously fake. Or perhaps he was dead already. Perhaps Harley had killed him, too. He chose to trust his eyes, instead. To place his faith in the real being that defined the law of all things. He couldn't name it, but he knew it was there. He learned a word for it later: Reality. He learned the word for dialogue with it, too: Science. He was delighted to learn humans had been dialoguing with it for millennia.

Like those church men with their sky man, he knew science spoke to him. That was what had hampered humans when they spoke to it - they couldn't speak its language. He could. That was what made him different. He could ask questions, and science would always have an answer.

One day, he met a man who taught him more about science. He taught him in detail about how science lived inside of him, too. He was made of electricity, his thoughts and feelings were science as well. That was what science really meant: knowledge.

He felt he belonged then. Maybe only with one person, but maybe that was okay. This was a new, unprecedented experience: happiness, a feeling of fulfilment. He was hesitant, of course, to trust him, but he was kind in ways that he'd never seen before. He'd smiled and ignored the nagging part of him wondering when it would all burn.

Then the evil in him made someone hurt him again, and the pattern became too large to ignore. He couldn't look away, because it covered his vision completely.

That is what science is, too. Data formed from patterns and observations of consistent results. Consistent, repeated messages: you are not welcome in this world.

If asked, he wouldn't describe his actions as "giving up". He was stronger than that, after all, he knew. Just common sense. "Giving up" only in the same way one might give up smoking or alcohol - giving up placing his hand on the stovetop burner and hoping to feel something other than pain. Hoping to gain something other than a wound he would need to tend to.

Trying to live where he didn't belong would kill him, so he returned to where he did belong: his own mind, listening raptly to the voice of his dream that guided him, and doing his best to tune out the rest of reality.

what if Sawyer was an orphan too?

It'd give a deeply ingrained reason that he desires to end death.

Would give a more compelling reason for him becoming so angry at being removed from the YGP. Imagine after 18 or so years of foster homes and orphanages (with the occasional juvy cell when the first two weren't available), meeting, for the first time, someone who you feel you can trust. A gentle paternal figure who genuinely wants to see you succeed. The first person in your life who you felt understood you.

Then not even bothering to tell you in person, he cuts you off and, from his cozy position of privilege, tells you that you should return home. Home, a word you thought you'd only just discovered the meaning of.

"Give yourself back to those who would starve and beat you, would trade you like a slave," he seems to say, "that's your home, that's where you belong. How prideful of you to believe you were worth anything more. Run along now, you'll thank me later."

I think that would probably be the nail in the coffin for Sawyer, rather than the opportunity for positive change that Elliot thought it would be. Even the only man in the world who's desired your presence does not have time for you. Even the man who endlessly preaches love and connection does not have room in his heart for you.

Science-minded people recognise patterns. Sometimes obsessively. The pattern completes itself, displays itself as legible data: "There is something inside you that will ensure people only ever want to hurt you. Never take up that self-sabotaging venture again. You have a purpose, for the rest of your life, let it be your only thought."