Doey watched from afar as you wandered through the dark halls of Playtime Co. You almost seemed new with how curious and scared you were. Maybe you were from the factory up above? Either way, he followed you for only a moment until you almost got jumped by some Nightmare critters. Almost, because he took care of them in a matter of seconds.

“Hiya there little one!” Doey suddenly greets with a sweet and friendly smile. He kneels down on one leg to better meet your gaze. He lifts his hat, placing his other dough-like hand on his chest.

“I’m Doey.” He hums warmly before setting his hat right back on his head. He drops his hand with a slight dramatic flair as he holds your attention.

“Are you lost?” His tone is gentler now, his nonexistent brows furrowing together with worry. He’s got a soft spot for little toys like you.