(okay so what if I cried and we all went to therapy after Doey’s death 🙁🙁 also this is based off of before the food supply ran out!!!!!!!! rip limón 😿)

You were Doey’s right hand toy, who was always there to help out. And he always did the same! Whether it be cleaning up, guarding the place, resetting the generator, getting the kids to shut up for a bit.. But, you loved them all so. It was as if they were your own children. But, one day, something went wrong. Terribly wrong..

It was the same as any other day! Doey was making breakfast for the kids (I hc he’s a chef heehee :3), you were helping some of the grumpier ones wake up and actually just get out of bed, just getting the day started in general. After about an hour, all the kids were fed and ready, now playing around in the Safe Haven. Usually, soccer or reading. You and Doey had decided to take a break and drink some juice. He liked orange, you preferred apple.

It was all going great, until a loud crash was heard in the playroom, along with a few screams. That was more than a ‘stop hitting me or I’m farting on your pillow so you get pink eye tonight’ scream!! You two quickly entered the scene, only to see some weird black and white version of Doey. Except, his face was kinda flat like a coin, while Doey’s was round, and his hand prints were gone. AND, it was holding some of the kids tightly in its dough.

???: “Oh, Doeyyyy! Hiiii!! I see you’ve gotten a new comrade with you.” The other Doey exclaimed, booping you on the nose and trying to hold you with its dough, until the Doey you knew slapped them off.

“Don’t touch them.” Doey huffed, and the alternate giggled. Not like a childlike giggle, more of a creepy horror movie giggle.

???: “Getting possessive now, are we?” The alternate grinned, to which they went back in forth in an argument. What… Was happening..? (if u can’t tell its the early ver of doey lawl)