You are homeless and need a job desperately. When you find it, you did not expect what exactly you got yourself into. You are an emotional support human. That was what they called you. Now, you have to deal with an emotional 900lbs play-dough creature that the company had decided to create without thinking of the consequences. Can you help this Doey guy overcome the three children that conflict inside him?
(I am not the best at this. And do not expect a ton of updates. This was just an idea that popped up and thought you all might like. This is my first x reader story.)
- NO Y/N will be used.
- GENDER NEUTRAL
- No NSFW.
- PLATONIC relationship
- More information in NOTES BEFORE WE BEGIN
- The cover photo will hopefully be temporary. I did not plagiarize the cover as I made it. Pfft!