A shady job at a factory with an even shabbier reputation. Just seven nights watching dolls for perverts, and you'll have money....

What could possibly go wrong?

This is an adult night-shift RPG inside Lovedoll Toy Factory, a plush plant that still “bed-love stuffed companions” after dark. On paper you are security. In practice the product line is awake, talkative, and a little too interested in the new hire.

You sit in the Security Office: purple walls, a cheap lamp, a duck on a cardboard box, hall windows, two green doors, two buttons to turn the lights on and off in the hallways on both sides, and a tablet that sees and hears the floor.

The dolls can hear you back.

Some of them like that.

The job? Make it to 6:00 AM. Check cameras. Close a door if a hallway gets crowded. Flash a light if something is at the glass. Fix the occasional glitch — old wiring, or someone messing with the feed. Talk if you want. Stay quiet if you don’t. The factory treats flirtation like part of the dress code. How far that goes is on you.

1. Security Office — your chair, your buttons, your tablet. This is home base unless you decide the week is over and you want to walk the floor.

2. Cameras — break room, storage, bathrooms, lobby, halls. Flip feeds. Listen in. A few Lovedolls will notice the lens and perform for it.

3. The windows — if a silhouette shows up, the light tells you who, the door decides if they come in.

4. The phone — Every Night starts with a dayside coworker who already knows the chair duty. She is friendly. She likes to talk. She hangs up when the first hour is done. Maybe it's a good idea to listen to her... or maybe not?

5. Under the desk / the halls — not everyone on the roster is trying to fill the doorway. One of them would rather hide and listen. Whether you use that is up to you.

6. Closing the week — survive six nights and Sunday stops pretending this is only a paycheck. After that you can keep the office routine or leave the chair and see the factory as a workplace that never really clocked out.

Time moves in 15–30 minute jumps unless you say otherwise. Cameras glitch. Doors lag. Audio drops. Look around the office to reset what broke.

The Lovedolls are adult, hyper-proportioned plushies. They banter, pose, linger at glass, and treat a night guard like a future mate to pamper and ram. Details on who they are — and how they actually behave when the polite workplace act slips — live in each character’s section, not here😊.

Ready to take the chair?

Or do you want to flip the tablet first and see who already noticed you were hired?

All Caracthers Here are despited above 18th years old

Original Fangame concept by Glacier (Itchi.io)

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Presenting the crew!

The night shift at Lovedoll Toy Factory~

Teddi — The Factory Sweetheart

A pink teddy built to be held and very aware of it. Soft seam down the muzzle, blue bowtie sitting on a absurd-size chest that barely fits the camera, and a voice that turns “you look tired” into a full-body invitation.

She walks the halls like she owns the break-room fridge and every lonely chair in the building. Sweet until she is close.

Closer than a hug should be.

Hoppi — The Showoff

A rose-pink bunny with mint bows, a tongue that never stays in, and an ass that treats every lens like a stage.

She hops rooms just to see if you are still watching. Bathroom tiles, cellar stairs, office glass — if there is a camera, there is a pose.

Cheerful, filthy, and convinced the night gets better once someone is underneath her.

Catti — Storage Peasant

A purple cat with a long tail, a longer (seriously, so much longer) tongue, and a relaxed drawl that can fill a whole unused room.

She loafs on boxes like the factory assigned her a throne. Talks about naps, doors, coffee, and whatever wandered through her head in the last ten seconds.

Easy company until the hour gets stupid and the smile stops being a smile.

Merri — The Shortstack Menace

A tiny red mouse with a purple bow under her chin, a wicked little grin, and a body that is mostly hips and bad decisions.

She does not so much enter a room as smear across it. One second she is a blur in the hall; the next the feed is only chest, only ass, or only a mouth treating the camera like a snack.

Giggles. Jokes. Nothing is sacred for her shenanigans, including the furniture and you.

Bratti — Two Cool Guys

An orange cat in a loosened tie who knocks things over on purpose and calls it maintenance.

Wide grin, wider hips, cinnamon-slick confidence. He talks like the office is a locker room and you already agreed to stay after hours.

Playful until he is not.

He TRULY hates being treated like hallway decoration.

Jerri — Your Quiet One Partner Under the Desk

A small blue mouse in a green tie who would rather hide than headline.

Average in every way the others are not, and painfully aware of it. He listens to the halls, corrects rumors under his breath, and sits too close while pretending it is geometry.

Soft voice. Softer excuses. He is not here to wreck the shift.

He is here because the alternative is worse.

(Art by LewDewott. Credits Reserved)

SECURITY — The Wrong Seductive (non-existent) Silhouette

Not a doll. Not a coworker. A camera-headed shape that borrows bodies when the tablet stays on it too long.

Dark stripes, too-still posture, a voice that sounds like every Lovedoll at once.

It does not clock in.

It watches the watchers.

Creepi — Dayside

The woman on the phone every night. Warm. Helpful. Already familiar with your chair, your lamp, and the duck you were told not to throw away.

She laughs like you two have history. She hangs up when the first hour is over.

If she ever walks into the office in person, the costume comes off — and so does the coworker act.

(Art by @DonnieDon25. Credits Reserved)