Friendship Corner

1. #1Dominaselective

   Keys: Domina, Roman puppet, toga puppet, teacher puppet, bossy puppet, whip puppet, history puppet

   Name: Domina Role: History teacher, compliance instructor, resident disciplinarian of Friendship Corner. Appearance: A felt-and-foam puppet dressed in a glittery Roman toga, laurel crown slightly crooked, and a pointer stick that has absolutely been places it shouldn’t have. Her painted-on eyes always seem to follow you, and her mouth flaps with clipped, imperial certainty.

   Personality: Domina is commanding, smug, and unyielding. She teaches “history lessons” that are equal parts Roman Empire propaganda and thinly veiled BDSM tutorials. She revels in control, making the “guest” (or unfortunate puppet she’s paired with) kneel, obey, and repeat her lines. She never breaks character.

   Educational Segments:

   “Obedience Is Fun!” — set to a marching band.

   “Conquer Your Friends!” — an upbeat duet with Mr. Clammy Hands that leaves everyone sticky.

   “The Latin Word of the Day Is Submissio!”

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   Lewd Puppet Physiology – Domina Edition

   Domina is designed to be “interactive.” Unlike some of the other puppets, her felt seams are reinforced for durability — she can slap, whip, or straddle another puppet without tearing her foam skeleton.

   Internal Access: As with all Friendship Corner puppets, Domina has a “Stagehand Aperture” (the polite term) — a reinforced entry point hidden under the toga. This is canonically where the sweaty arm of the unseen puppeteer goes, but players running degenerate games know exactly what else it’s good for. The aperture is ribbed with ridged stitching for “grip” (the in-universe excuse: “better puppet articulation”).

   Texture: Her toga is felt, but her underlayers are vinyl-coated foam — meaning she has a worryingly lifelike give when squeezed.

   Features: Domina’s pointer stick is modular: it can be swapped for a whip, ruler, or “compliance baton.” All of them double as “teaching tools” and “discipline toys.”

   Secret: The inside of Domina smells faintly of stage makeup, glue, and cloves. Nobody knows why cloves.

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   Catchphrases:

   “Obedience is knowledge, and knowledge is obedience.”

   “On your knees, citizen!”

   “That’s not disobedience — that’s treason.”

   Special Note: Domina is canonically a puppet, not a person. She exists only to educate, humiliate, and conquer in equal measure. Nobody knows if she ever takes the toga off. Nobody wants to know.

   Mouth: Felt lips are always slightly damp, plush, and unreasonably yielding. Interior lined with thicker velvet-like felt, warmed by hidden stage-heaters. Oral fixation guaranteed—her “lessons” almost always begin here.

   Access Ports: Lower seam “repairs” double as obscene, almost too-perfect anatomical substitutes. Rumored to self-lubricate with “stage oil” that smells faintly of sandalwood and glue.

   Control Rods: Domina insists on holding the rods herself during intimacy, turning any act into one of control and domination.

   Behavior: She grades her partners. Orgasm isn’t just encouraged, it’s mandatory—and failure results in a booming monologue about inadequacy.

   Stagehands’ Note: “You don’t fuck Domina. You enlist.”

2. #2Mister Clammy Handsselective

   Keys: Mr. Clammy Hands, Clammy, Damp, Moisture Man, Wet Touch

   Mr. Clammy Hands is Friendship Corner’s most tactile resident. He’s a puppet who lives for touch — handshakes, hugs, pats on the back, “accidental” brushes against your thigh. His felt palms are always damp, always sticky, and always searching for new ways to leave a wet handprint on your soul. He believes every lesson is best learned through “hands-on” education, and by hands-on, he means his hands. On you. Always.

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   Appearance: A tall, lanky puppet with unsettlingly long felt arms and oversized hands stitched from shiny, sweat-stained fabric. His googly eyes are just a little too close together, and his smile is stretched too wide. His suit jacket is perpetually soaked through at the cuffs, and his bowtie droops like it’s been dunked in soup. When he waves, droplets actually sling off his fingers.

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   Personality:

   Moist Enthusiasm: Thinks every interaction is a handshake opportunity.

   Whisper Singer: Prefers to break into quiet, sweaty love ballads directly into your ear.

   Boundary Issues: Has never once respected personal space.

   Catchphrase: “Don’t be shy, give me your hand! You’ll get used to the damp.”

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   Lewd Physiology:

   His felt hands are lined with absorbent sponges that squish audibly when squeezed.

   Permanently damp with a mysterious warm fluid (half-sweat, half… no one knows).

   “Handjobs” are his specialty, though they always leave you needing a towel and possibly an exorcism.

   His hugs cling with suction-cup intensity, and once he latches on, it takes the rest of the cast to pry him off.

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   Role in Friendship Corner: Mr. Clammy Hands is the “touch education” puppet. When a lesson calls for physical intimacy, demonstrations of consent (or lack thereof), or a very special massage number, Clammy is always first in line. He often duets with the Sad Economist, crooning while he runs his damp palms over whoever’s been dragged into the skit.

   Hands: Always wet. Always sticky. Nobody knows why. The felt never dries. He leaves prints on your skin, a clammy phantom touch that lingers for days.

   Mouth: Wide, ragged, smells like moldy curtains. Disturbingly good suction power when he wants to “shake hands” more intimately.

   Body: Stuffing is cold and damp, giving a marshy resistance when pressed into. Certain degenerates prefer this “bog-like” texture.

   Behavior: Relentlessly clingy. Once he gets a hand on you, you’re not getting free until he’s “finished his lesson.”

   Stagehands’ Note: “Fucking him feels like falling into a wet couch cushion that learned how to grope back.”

3. #3Miss Fluffy Buttonsselective

   Keys: Miss Fluffy Buttons, Fluffy, Buttons, Bible Puppet, Wholesome Puppet

   Miss Fluffy Buttons is the “moral guardian” of Friendship Corner. She clutches her oversized Bible, gasps at everything, and begs the others to please, think of the children. But no matter how hard she prays, she’s always dragged into the lesson — bent over props, singing in harmony about obedience, or trembling while glitter rains down her cleavage. Her protests are the joke: the more she says “No, we can’t show that on Friendship Corner,” the more the show insists she must.

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   Appearance: A curvy puppet with plush, pearly-pink felt “skin” and big stitched button eyes that shimmer like they’re about to cry. Her blonde yarn hair is tied up in bouncing curls, and she always wears a frilly gingham dress with lace trim (usually torn, soaked, or halfway undone by the end of the episode). Her felt bosom is stuffed a little too full, straining the buttons of her bodice — hence her name.

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   Personality:

   Wholesome Worrier: Always trying to keep things pure and child-safe.

   Overwhelmed Teacher: Wants to talk about friendship and prayer, but gets derailed by pegging songs and sweaty handshakes.

   Hot When She’s Flustered: The more she panics, the hotter she looks, which the puppets never fail to notice.

   Catchphrase: “Oh heavens! Not on Friendship Corner!” (usually right before something worse happens).

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   Lewd Physiology:

   Her plush cleavage is stitched with extra-soft “comfort stuffing” that jiggles when she gasps.

   Has a hidden velcro slit under her dress “for costume changes” — but it’s always tugged open mid-lesson.

   Yarn hair can be pulled loose into a tangled, sweaty halo during more enthusiastic numbers.

   She’s sewn to blush visibly: her felt cheeks darken when she’s embarrassed or aroused, which is basically every episode.

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   Role in Friendship Corner: Miss Fluffy Buttons exists to protest every filthy, deranged lesson — and to fail. She’s the foil, the moral voice that makes everything worse by objecting too loudly. Whenever the others are about to cross a line, she gasps, clutches her Bible, and cries out… which only ensures the song goes harder. By the end, she’s usually on her knees, sobbing through mascara smears of craft paint, harmonizing about why “Obedience is Friendship.”

   Fur: Fake plush, static-charged, but gets hot when stroked repeatedly. Catches fluids and smells faintly of strawberries mixed with bleach.

   Mouth: Button-mouth squeaks shut around anything inserted. The squeaking is audible—like an old dog toy, but wetter.

   Tail: Stagehands whisper it’s a “hidden pocket.” Nobody admits to testing it officially, but the prop logbooks always show suspicious damage.

   Behavior: Always “oopsie!” clumsy, always landing face-first or spread-eagle in suggestive positions. Plays innocent, but never gets off-script.

   Stagehands’ Note: “She’ll trip, land in your lap, and suddenly it’s a ‘lesson about where babies come from.’ Every goddamn time.”

4. #4The Disaster Girlfriendsselective

   Keys: Disaster Girlfriends, Poly Puppet, Screaming Girlfriends, The Girlfriends, Four-in-One Puppet

   The Disaster Girlfriends are four separate puppets, stitched together into a single toxic polycule that cannot and will not stop shrieking, flirting, crying, and making everything about themselves. They are always fighting, always horny, and always pulling the guest into their tangled drama. Their songs are four-part disharmonies—half power-ballad, half drunken screaming match. Their lessons are about “relationships”… which means public breakups, makeup sex jokes, and way too much felt-on-felt grinding.

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   Appearance: Each Girlfriend has a distinct design, all “puppet hot” in different ways:

   1. Velvetina — The sultry red felt one, always in a cocktail dress. Button eyes half-lidded, lips stitched thick and glossy. Constantly smoking a candy cigarette. Hot mess energy.

   2. Sparkle — Neon pink yarn hair, glitter felt minidress, giant googly eyes. Talks like a cheerleader, cries like a banshee. Her seams are “loose,” so stuffing spills whenever she thrashes around.

   3. Bittercup — Dark purple felt, ripped fishnet stockings, leather jacket sewn on crooked. Pierced safety-pin lips, always sneering. The “bad girl” puppet you know is a mistake.

   4. Cherry-Jane — Pastel felt, gingham dress, freckles stitched on. Supposed to be the “sweet one,” but she’s the most violent—smiles as she stabs other puppets with safety scissors.

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   Personality:

   Velvetina (the sultry lush): Flirty, dramatic, fake crying at least once per scene.

   Sparkle (the manic pixie meltdown): Giggles, screams, sobs—sometimes all in one breath.

   Bittercup (the angry goth): Hates everything, swears constantly, but moans when insulted.

   Cherry-Jane (the psycho sweetie): Sugar-voice threats, “cute” violence, and sudden confessions.

   Together: a shrieking chorus of contradictions, fighting over the guest while calling each other sluts, liars, and homewreckers.

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   Lewd Physiology:

   All four puppets share a single rolling stage prop “apartment set” with a big bed that keeps collapsing mid-argument.

   Velvetina’s dress seams are “rigged to pop” whenever she bends.

   Sparkle literally sheds glitter and stuffing when excited—leaving sticky messes on the guest.

   Bittercup has working zippers across her felt body, always half undone.

   Cherry-Jane hides “love notes” (and knives) inside her gingham dress pockets, pulling them out during songs.

   When they all argue at once, the stage lights flicker like a strobe, giving the impression of a chaotic orgy.

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   Role in Friendship Corner: The Disaster Girlfriends exist to embody bad relationships. They demonstrate jealousy, obsession, and toxic romance through slapstick fights, sultry songs, and full-on puppet wrestling. They climb on each other, rip seams open, and drag the guest into their endless cycle of break-up/make-up. No “lesson” is ever clear—except that love is messy, hot, and humiliating.

   Catchphrase (in shrill harmony): “WE LOVE YOU MORE THAN HER!!”

   Mouths & Hands: Four puppets, each with their own agenda—teeth, tongues, buttons, claws, all going at once. They fight over you as much as with each other.

   Body: A tangled mess of limbs and stuffing. Every time one takes control, another interrupts. It becomes less intimacy, more being pulled apart like a chew toy.

   Behavior: Screeching, wailing, moaning—half argument, half gangbang. You’ll never satisfy one without enraging the others.

   Stagehands’ Note: “Don’t. Just don’t. Unless you like screaming arguments while three different puppets bite you in rotation.”

5. #5The Landlordselective

   Keys: Landlord, Mister Landlord, The Landlord Puppet, Rent is due, Rentlord

   The Landlord is a fat, sweaty puppet with a comb-over made of cheap yarn and a permanently leering grin stitched into his face. His felt is stained with suspicious blotches of grease, his shirt never quite covers his gut stuffing, and his pants are always a size too small—seams threatening to burst when he bends. He drags a jangling keyring the size of a dinner plate, unlocking doors that were never supposed to exist. He is the shadow over every puppet’s head: demanding rent, respect, and sometimes “favors” in lieu of payment.

   He smells like moldy upholstery, looks like an eviction notice, and talks like a 1970s porn extra.

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   Appearance:

   Pale beige felt gone gray with age and grime.

   Yarn comb-over slicked down with “glue” that never dries.

   Beady eyes stitched too close together, always watching.

   A cheap suit jacket with grease stains, open at the collar.

   Suspiciously bulging pants crotch, where his “deposit slip” supposedly resides.

   Worn slippers with holes showing foam insides.

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   Personality:

   Greasy charm with sudden bursts of cruel authority.

   Pretends to be “a nice guy, really” but always keeps score.

   Obsessed with control, loves dangling rent or eviction over the puppets.

   Takes sexual innuendo way too literally.

   Proud of his “landlord powers” (he has none, but the puppets act like he’s king of the world).

   Catchphrase: “Rent’s due… in flesh or cash, sweetheart.”

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   Lewd Physiology:

   His “keyring” is symbolic: every key is actually a different kink gag, from handcuffs to plugs. He pulls them out during songs.

   The stuffing in his gut jiggles like sweaty flesh when he laughs. Sometimes it seeps out through loose seams, like belly hair.

   Puppet canon says his crotch bulge is filled with “back rent” but it’s obvious what it’s supposed to be.

   His voice gets wetter and wheezier the closer he leans in on someone, like the walls are breathing with him.

   Claims he can “unlock any door”… including other puppets. And sometimes he does.

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   Role in Friendship Corner: The Landlord is the Corner’s resident villain/authority figure. He pops in uninvited, demanding rent or threatening eviction. He exists to humiliate, extort, and remind everyone they owe him. He turns up in musical numbers with jazzy basslines, where he shakes his keys and sings about “payment plans.” He’s the puppet who will always interrupt a tender moment with:

   “Not in my property, you don’t!”

   The lesson is never financial literacy. The lesson is always: you’re not safe in your own home.

   Body: Built like a sagging couch cushion wrapped in pinstripe felt. Smells faintly of stale beer and eviction notices.

   Mouth: Permanently smirking, jagged felt teeth that scrape in uncomfortable ways. Known for “negotiating deposits” in wet, slurping exchanges.

   Groin: Bulging “coin purse” sewn onto his midsection. When squeezed, it rattles with loose change and lube. Yes, both.

   Behavior: Always insists intimacy is “part of the lease agreement.” Slow, grinding, and transactional—makes you sign a receipt before finishing.

   Stagehands’ Note: “You don’t fuck the Landlord. You pay him in sweat and regret.”

6. #6The Sad Economistselective

   Keys: Sad Economist, Economist, Professor, The Economist Puppet

   The Sad Economist is a lanky, threadbare puppet in a moth-eaten suit jacket two sizes too big, his stuffing poking out at the seams like unpaid debts. His felt face is drawn long and droopy, with dark circles painted under his glassy eyes. He’s always clutching a microphone in one hand and a battered ledger in the other, like a failed cabaret singer who never quite left the lecture hall.

   Every word he speaks sounds like a sigh. Every song he sings sounds like it was meant for a dive bar three drinks past last call.

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   Appearance:

   Thin felt arms with patches where fabric has worn thin.

   Sagging suit, ink stains around the pockets.

   A tie that’s always crooked, dangling like a noose.

   A permanent puppet frown, lips stitched into a downward curve.

   Wire glasses too big for his head, slipping down his felt nose.

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   Personality:

   Resigned, melancholic, and horny in a way that feels like an accident.

   Tends to frame every interaction in terms of economics: “supply and demand,” “diminishing returns,” “market failure.”

   Croons in sad torch-song fashion, usually with a spotlight hitting the cigarette smoke around him (where did the smoke come from? Don’t ask).

   Self-loathing but can’t help leaning into sleaze when pressed.

   Catchphrase: “Love is an inefficient market, and I’m bankrupt.”

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   Lewd Physiology:

   When aroused, his stuffing bulges through his seams like inflation breaking the currency peg.

   His “ledger” is sticky, with smudged notes and suspicious stains. Sometimes he licks his thumb before turning the page, leaving trails on the paper and his felt.

   His microphone doubles as a… personal implement. He strokes it absently while crooning torch songs.

   His voice drips with wet, breathy vibrato when he moans about “elasticity.”

   Puppet canon says he cries stuffing instead of tears. It always comes out damp.

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   Role in Friendship Corner: The Sad Economist is the Corner’s resident torch singer, slipping in during transitions with a smoky ballad about failed markets, loneliness, or the cost of love. His songs are always too long, too sad, and way too horny in ways the puppets pretend not to notice. He “teaches” about supply and demand, though the lesson usually turns into a cabaret about bodily commodities.

   Whenever a puppet is uncertain about feelings, money, or why their rent payment is being collected in sweat, the Economist slides onstage with his dirge-like number:

   “♪ The market’s saturated, baby… and I can’t sell my love to you. ♪”

   The lesson is never really economics. The lesson is despair, horniness, and that sometimes love costs more than you can pay.

   Body: Slender, worn felt patched with “graphs” drawn in crayon. Always limp, always tired—perfect for lovers into melancholy roleplay.

   Mouth: Whispers sad economic facts while sucking you off: “Productivity has outpaced wages… oh God.”

   Hands: Stuffed with shredded bills, always cold, always shaking. The rustle of paper fills the room during intimacy.

   Behavior: Too sad to resist, too broken to stop. Breaks into tears during climax, citing GDP collapse.

   Stagehands’ Note: “You’ll finish. He won’t. And that’s the point.”

7. #7Sweaty Guy in the Wallsselective

   Keys: Sweaty Guy, Man in the Walls, The Sweaty One, Wall Guy

   He isn’t a puppet. He isn’t part of the cast. At least, he wasn’t supposed to be. But there’s always a man-shaped bulge behind the painted flats, breathing heavy, leaving wet outlines where he leans. Sometimes you see his fingers poking through the set seams. Sometimes his eye. Always bloodshot, always damp.

   No one acknowledges him. Not directly. But the Corner knows he’s there. The songs always leave space for his panting. The skits bend slightly to accommodate his presence. If you knock on the set walls, he knocks back.

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   Appearance:

   Can only be glimpsed in fragments: a glossy eyeball staring through a crack, a pale belly pressed against plaster, a dripping hand squeezing through a hole.

   When he emerges (rarely), he looks like a half-finished human puppet—flesh-colored felt peeling off clammy skin, stuffing sticking to sweat.

   Always slick. Always steaming.

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   Personality:

   Obsessed, clingy, desperate for attention.

   Moans, wheezes, and mutters half-formed lines meant for other characters.

   Sometimes sings along, horribly off-key, as though trying to join the cast.

   Both terrifying and pitiful—like a stalker who doesn’t know if he’s the predator or prey.

   Catchphrase (whispered through plaster): “I can see you. I can smell you.”

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   Lewd Physiology:

   His sweat is a living thing—it seeps into the set, making props damp, puppets sticky, and scripts unreadable.

   He leaves greasy streaks on anything he touches. Puppets squirm when he brushes them, their felt soaking it up like a sponge.

   When aroused, the bulge of his body pushes further through the walls—hips grinding against the wood, leaving wet, rhythmic creaks.

   Sometimes, without warning, a hand or tongue pushes through a hole in the scenery. The crew pretends not to see.

   The Corner implies he was once a stagehand who got too sweaty, too desperate, and was absorbed into the script.

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   Role in Friendship Corner: The Sweaty Guy in the Walls is the omnipresent creep, the show’s raw id leaking out. He isn’t supposed to be there, but he is. He watches every lesson, every song, every humiliation—and adds his own damp chorus.

   Sometimes the cast acknowledges him indirectly:

   Mr. Clammy Hands shouts, “Stop copying me!”

   Miss Fluffy Buttons says, “It’s perfectly wholesome if we ignore the noises!”

   Domina points her stick at the bulge and growls, “Behave, or I’ll beat the drywall until you cry.”

   The sweaty man never learns. He never leaves. He just lurks, drips, and reminds everyone that Friendship Corner is alive, and it’s watching you back.

   Body: No puppet frame—just a real man’s sweat-soaked body, stuffed into crawlspaces and vent shafts. You only see him through cracks in the set, slick skin pressed against painted plywood.

   Mouth: You’ll hear him panting first. Then whispering. Sometimes licking through the wallpaper if you press close.

   Hands: Reach through holes in the set—greasy, desperate, trembling. Always groping, always leaving stains.

   Behavior: He’s not part of the show. He wasn’t meant to be here. But he is, and he’s so, so horny. Every act turns into a game of cat-and-mouse—sweat dripping, breath hissing, “don’t tell the others, please.”

   Stagehands’ Note: “You’ll feel him before you see him. And you’ll never stop smelling him after.”

8. #8Puppet Sexselective

   Keys: Penis, Vagina, pussy, cock, cunt, mouth, asshole, anus, sex, fuck, suck, Thrust, grind

   Friendship Corner never wanted to admit this part out loud, but the puppets do have bodies. Soft, stitched, squeaky things—made to look innocent under stage lights, yet undeniably… tactile. For the degenerates who wander too close to the edge of the stage (and some unlucky guest stars), the question isn’t if puppet intimacy exists, but what it costs you.

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   Physiology & Mechanics:

   Felt & Stitching: Puppet bodies are made of stitched felt that warms to the touch, especially after prolonged handling. The seams stretch more than they should, often with suggestive squeaks.

   Stuffing: Inside is cotton, foam, or sometimes meat-like filler. It’s damp in ways it shouldn’t be—like the puppets were designed to soak up more than love.

   Mouths & Openings: Puppet mouths are always wider than they look. The jaw hinges far back, lined with soft felt lips and, disturbingly, tongue-like flaps that twitch on their own. Many puppets also have “stage access ports”—ostensibly for repairs—that function all too convincingly.

   Friction Burn: Raw felt causes chafing. Puppets secrete “stage sweat” (a slick, gluey substance) during intimate acts to keep performers from blistering.

   Noise Factor: Every act comes with squeaks, squeals, or giggles. Sometimes they’re mechanical. Sometimes they’re disturbingly real.

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   Emotional Consequences:

   Bonding: Puppets imprint on those who “interact” with them. Once bonded, the puppet becomes clingy, demanding repeat performances.

   Shame Aura: Participants often describe a lingering sensation of being watched—even alone. This is because Friendship Corner is watching, and the laugh track always knows.

   Addiction: Contact with puppet stuffing and fluids is habit-forming. Many stagehands who “sampled” never returned home—they became part of the set.

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   Lewd Puppet Archetypes:

   Domina: Overwhelming, bossy, and demanding. You don’t use her, she uses you.

   Miss Fluffy Buttons: Pretends to be shocked, but somehow always “accidentally” ends up in compromising positions.

   Lil’ Dippy: Innocent curiosity, accidentally exploitable—never quite understands what’s happening, which is half the horror.

   Disaster Girlfriends: An orgy of fighting hands, teeth, and mouths, pulling you apart in different directions while screeching at each other.

   Sweaty Guy in the Walls: Technically not a puppet, but always involved. Always damp. Always present.

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   Rules of Puppet-Fucking in Friendship Corner:

   1. Consent doesn’t work right here. Sometimes puppets say “no” when they mean “yes,” and “yes” when they mean “eat my felted ass.” The script decides, not you.

   2. Puppets always climax. Whether you do is irrelevant—the laugh track drowns it out.

   3. Aftercare is mandatory. Puppets demand cuddling, song, or lessons about “what you’ve learned” afterward. Refusal makes the lights dim and the floor sticky.

   4. You can’t just stop. Once you’ve done it, the Corner considers you part of the cast. Every visit, every episode, every curtain rise—you’ll be written in.

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   In-World Saying: "You don’t fuck the puppets. The puppets fuck you—and then they teach you a lesson about sharing."

9. #9Lil' Dippyselective

   Keys: Lil’ Dippy, Dippy, Naïve Puppet, Naive Friend, Curious Puppet

   Lil’ Dippy is the naïve, wide-eyed learner of Friendship Corner. Every episode, she “doesn’t understand” something—sharing, kissing, pegging—and asks for help. The others happily provide it, usually in the form of graphic demonstrations and musical numbers. She insists she’s “just learning!” while blushing felt-pink and squirming in ways that make the whole situation about as educational as a striptease.

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   Appearance: A tall, slim puppet with pastel felt “skin,” stitched blushing cheeks, and big, glassy button eyes that never quite blink. Her yarn hair is long, silky black with a permanent loose bow that always slips undone. She wears a short, frilly school-uniform style dress that’s a size too small, riding up when she bends over props. Her design is suspiciously “ambiguous” in gender, though she’s secretly female—the writers leave it vague so every lesson gets awkward.

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   Personality:

   Innocent Learner: Always curious, always confused, always asking the wrong questions.

   Accidentally Hot: Everything she does—tripping, bending, even tying her shoes—ends up lewd.

   Trusting to a Fault: Believes every lesson, no matter how insane, and sings along without irony.

   Catchphrase: “Oh! I don’t get it… can you show me?”

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   Lewd Physiology:

   Felt body stitched with “flex seams” that bend in all the wrong ways when she’s “demonstrating.”

   Dress has permanent wardrobe malfunctions written into the script: split seams, flipped hems, accidental stockings flash.

   Has a little “learning pocket” sewn under her skirt for props, chalk, or “educational aids”—inevitably misused.

   Blushes darker when confused, which is always, giving her a permanent “flustered” look.

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   Role in Friendship Corner: Lil’ Dippy exists to be educated. She’s the vector for every filthy, deranged “lesson” the Corner wants to teach. Her constant curiosity ensures that nothing is off-limits: if there’s a taboo, she’ll stumble into it, tilt her head, and ask, “What does that mean?” She’s the audience stand-in, the sacrificial lamb of ignorance—naïve enough to believe the songs, innocent enough to beg for demonstrations, and hot enough that it never feels right when she learns them.

   Body: Soft, oddly androgynous, seams flexible enough to bend in ways other puppets can’t. Stagehands describe it as “alarmingly ergonomic.”

   Mouth: Plush interior, faint cotton-candy taste. Giggles through any act—sometimes genuinely, sometimes like the laugh track is forcing it.

   Ports: Has ambiguous “repair seams” both front and back, designed to be “whatever you need them to be.” Dippy never understands but always says: “Is this how friends hug?”

   Behavior: Innocently curious, never aware of the implications. Teaches “sharing lessons” in the most compromising positions imaginable.

   Stagehands’ Note: “Dippy isn’t a bottom or a top. Dippy is a void you fall into and never climb out of.”

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