Poppy Playtime x (Pregnant) F!Reader | Headcannon - Part 5 - Final
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[ Spoliers From Chapter 5 warning ⚠️‼️ ]
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> Giblet’s curiosity of your pregnancy overshadowed his fear. Initially confused by your changing shape, Giblet uses his high intelligence and technological expertise to "study" the process. He might find old medical books or listen intently to your explanations, treating the growing life like a precious, non-experimental miracle—a sharp contrast to the "reanimation" he saw at Playtime Co. Having been turned "wrong side out" by the Prototype, Giblet is fascinated by the natural, "right side out" way humans are made. He views the pregnancy as the ultimate "heroic" act he never thought he was capable of supporting.
- It’s no surprise that he also participated in giving you a helping hand. Despite his misshapen right leg and need for a cane, Giblet is incredibly resourceful. He uses his Electric Bat—repurposed into a walking aid/taser—to help with chores, perhaps using the electrical charge to jump-start old farm equipment. To soothe you (and your babies), Giblet often sings. While he once sang the eerie themes of Huggy Wuggy or the Smiling Critters to get people to leave his hideout, he now hums softer, more hopeful versions of those tunes. He is constantly checking in, using his "flower-pupil" eye to observe your health. If you are tired, he’s the first to point you toward a chair, much like he pointed you toward safety in the boilers.
> Giblet is no stranger to "scaring off animals". His "grotesque" and "ugly" appearance, which once marked him as a victim of the Prototype, now serves as a terrifying deterrent to natural predators. He uses his enhanced speed and stealth to patrol the farm's perimeter at night. If a pack of coyotes gets too close, Giblet doesn't just bark; he uses his Electric Bat to deliver a non-lethal but memorable shock that keeps the farm safe. He still insists he isn't a hero, but his actions say otherwise. He stands guard outside your door every night, his eye patch-covered face turned toward the woods, ensuring that no "Outimal-like" threat ever disturbs your peace.
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> Chum was the fourth person to hear the news of your pregnancy. As a creature created through cold, industrial experimentation, Chum is captivated by the natural growth of the babies. He often rests his massive head near your belly, using his sensitive, shark-like senses to listen to the fetal heartbeat. (Through sign language) Chum admitted he was worried that your babies might not like him. But you assured him that your babies will love him once they’re born and get to know him. He treats you like a fragile "school" of one. He learns to navigate the small farmhouse with extreme care, tucking himself in so he doesn't knock over her nursery preparations.
> Chum uses his immense strength to handle the chores you can no longer do. He carries heavy bags of feed in his jaws (carefully!) and drags fallen branches away from the paths so she won't trip. During hot summer days on the farm, Chum’s naturally cool, aquatic-leaning biology makes him a living air conditioner. You often lean against his side to rest and cool down. He watches her assemble the crib with intense focus. He might even "help" by handing you tools or holding pieces of wood steady with his powerful paws, acting as a silent, scaly carpenter’s apprentice.
> Chum knows how to switch from gentle giant—to guard dog. When the sun goes down, Chum’s predatory instincts shift from "survive" to "protect." Coyotes and wild dogs that catch a whiff of a literal shark on land usually steer clear, but the brave ones encounter a nightmare. Chum doesn't bark; he stalks. He moves through the tall grass of the pastures with a low, rhythmic thud. If a pack of wild dogs approaches the porch, Chum emerges from the shadows, his rows of teeth bared in a silent, terrifying snarl that sends predators sprinting for the woods.
> Using his speed, he "herds" any intruding animals away from the house and toward the property line, ensuring you sleep soundly without ever knowing a threat was near. Chum becomes an unmovable shadow as the due date nears. He sleeps across the doorway of the woman’s bedroom. He views the coming baby not just as a human, but as a new member of his "pod" that must be defended at all costs.
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> The Outimals are fascinated by your growing belly. To them, "creation" was a painful process of being turned inside out by the Prototype. Seeing a life grow naturally and "right-side out" fills them with a quiet, collective awe. They often take turns resting their exposed, fleshy parts (like their raw-looking ears or chests) against your stomach. By your approval when asked. They are obsessed with the rhythmic thumping of the babies’ hearts—a sound far more comforting than the mechanical whirring of the factory. They watch you read baby books, tilting their misshapen heads as they try to understand the diagrams. They realize that while they were made to be "monsters," this new life is being made to be loved.
> Despite their grotesque appearances, they are incredibly efficient. Their exposed muscle and sinew give them surprising grip and strength. They help you weed the garden, their long, inverted limbs reaching into tight spaces she can no longer bend down to reach. Because their skin is sensitive, they prefer the softness of the hayloft and the cool mud of the creek. You went out of your way to make them oversized "sweaters" out of old burlap and wool to protect their raw skin from the sun. Making them look like a pack of lumpy, well-loved scarecrows. They might lack fine motor skills, but they try. You might find a "gift" on the porch—a perfectly round river stone or a bundle of wildflowers—left by an Outimal who wants to contribute to your babies’ room.
> They’re natural predators and unnatural guardians. Coyotes and wild dogs are used to fighting wolves or bears, but they have no instinctual response to a "Wrongside Out" creature. When the pack approaches the coop at night, the Outimals don't just growl—they unfold. Their inverted anatomy allows them to move in ways that defy nature—limbs snapping into place, jaws opening "the wrong way." A single look at a Wrongside Outimal emerging from the shadows is usually enough to send a coyote pack into a panicked retreat. Sometimes the unlucky coyotes were not just pounced on—but eaten alive. They protect the woman with a "perimeter" strategy. One stays by her bedside, while the others patrol the fields. They use their heightened, raw sensitivity to "feel" vibrations in the ground, detecting a predator long before it reaches the fence.
> You became a mother to the eyes of the Outimals. You didn’t see them as monsters; you see them as "unfinished." In return, they treat you with a delicacy that contradicts their jagged looks. If you trip, three inside-out hands are there to catch you before you hit the ground. They know they can never be "normal," but they have vowed that your babies will never have to know the darkness they came from. They are the farm's secret, fleshy gargoyles, ensuring the next generation starts out "right-side out."
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> Lilly’s reaction mirrored Miss Delight’s response to the news of your pregnancy. Having spent years in isolation and trauma, Lily is fascinated by the natural "magic" of your growing belly. She asks endless, naive questions about how the babies eats and sleeps inside, treating the pregnancy with a mix of scientific curiosity (remnants of her past as a counselor) and childlike awe. You gave the purple braided girl permission to make contact with your belly. Lily often rests her head—or one of her braids—against your belly to feel the baby kick. When she feels movement, her green-glowing eyes widen in genuine delight, a sharp contrast to her former manic outbursts. She anticipates your needs before you even asks, using her long hair to fetch pillows, water, or snacks from across the room so you didn’t have to get up.
> Lilly handles the morning routine. Lily uses her prehensile, purple braids to help with morning chores, such as collecting eggs without cracking them or gently lifting heavy buckets of water for the animals. Named after a plant herself, Lily takes a special interest in the farm's flower beds. She uses her braids like extra hands to delicately weed around the lilies and daisies, often humming the familiar tunes of "Poppy's Lullaby" as she works. Her playful, "childish" nature translates into cozy evenings. She often spends time braiding your hair or practicing new styles on herself, finally turning her "slumber party" obsession into a peaceful reality.
> Lilly is the third guardian of the perimeter. When coyotes or wild dogs approach the livestock, Lily doesn't just scare them; she uses her braids to snap branches or create loud, rhythmic thumping sounds that mimic a much larger beast. If a pack gets too close, Lily reveals her more "unhinged" side—constricting her pupils and letting her braids end in their gnarled, claw-like tips. One look at a seven-foot doll with sentient, lashing hair is usually enough to send any wild animal running in the opposite direction. But some of the animals would persist—in spite of her threat. Leaving Lilly to satisfactorily slaughtering them on by one, until they’re nothing more but paste. All for the sake in protecting you and your babies.
