"You're a What Now?" [Prime Assets x Entity! Reader]
So long story short, this is based off of one of my posts I made a long time ago about MC being an inmate from Murkoff inspired by the Cheshire Cat. WELL, I was looking at Uncanny Valley shit and got re-inspired because I want the PA's to be scared of MC for once lol.
I'm not talking about Uncanny Valley with robots/androids, I'm talking the people who participated in the trends; big black eyes, undying grins, strangely wrinkle-less, all that jazz. Look up "Tiktok Uncanny Valley trend" on Google and you'll see exactly what I mean. Albeit the mannequins from in-game might give that vibe...
Y'know how old posters back then had everybody looking smiley and like nothing was wrong? Yeaaahhhh. Combine Uncanny Valley with 50s pin ups and you've got what I was going for.
After two months of brain fog due to ragweed, this is what I come up with. Stellar.
Synopsis: The prime assets come to learn what you are, how fun! Perfect in time for Halloween :3
Coyle knew, from the start, that you weren't normal. Nobody was normal, not in here, but you were the furthest thing from being normal that you unnerved him to no end.
Your first trial against him had felt like he was the reagent and you were the hunter; you stared at him from a distance, seemingly unafraid. He thought it was out of shock until he realized your face looked a little too...happy.
The next thing he knew, he was asking you to participate in a relationship. Not out of love, moreso out of intrigue, lust, and...well, maybe you wouldn't savagely murder your partner in the manner you've displayed with other reagents in the trial!
Oh, yeah, you murdered your teammates several times. Just one look and they pass out and die. You cared not, every death was intentional, but Easterman decided to send you alone.
You weren't a good lamb with your flock.
And now today was the same old day, repeated the 50th time this year; you stood in the middle of the courthouse, your hands behind your back as you looked at the fake judge with intrigue.
Leland felt almost unnerved to walk up to you, clearing his throat, "You waitin' for a punishment, freak?"
Your turn to face him was a...well, it was slow, and he didn't like that too much. Still, he remained.
"I'm...just fine, Leland," Your voice was, as usual, pleasantly threatening, your eyes black and wide as you regarded him. "Just...waiting for you. We need to talk."
Oh, no. Do you? Do you really? He just nodded, lighting a new cigarette.
"I'm not human," your eye finally twitched; a quirk, a flaw, something in you that broke your mask. "Not...really."
"No shit," Leland was quick to scoff, "You got that...fuckin' great white shark look goin'. Big black eyes n' shit. I expected sharp teeth at some point."
You just nodded, your grin unwavering, but he continued, "That's why I'm so friendly with ya. I don't want ya hurtin' me, it's a vice versa kind of thing. It's a moral code, ya see. The only one that I fuckin' follow in regards to you."
You chuckled, "Hurt you? No," you walked closer. For some reason, he couldn't move, his boots stuck to the bloodied floor below. You looked into his eyes, smelling of...Leland couldn't decipher, what the hell did you smell like?
"I would never hurt you...not yet," you murmured, "you're precious to me. In time, however..."
And that's when you left. You spoke the truth to him, like how Easterman told you. That's...good! Maybe Easterman will finally let you work with others...you haven't eaten in days. Well, actually, no, you told a little lie. You wouldn't kill him...you liked him too much.
But now, Leland needs to destress. Holy FUCK, you scare him.
Franco was a full-fledged hunter. He had the instincts, and upon meeting you for the first time, his instincts told you that you were wrong.
You weren't human, that much was clear and the mafioso knew it. You made his skin jump, his heart pulse erratically...but why? What were you?
Every trial just lead toward Franco's path to submission; he was the big bad Lupara, the Bambino, so why the hell did you scare him so bad? Non-human bitches died at his feet, what made you different?
Maybe because every singed, carved tooth that exited Lupara entered your form without restraint. Like your body absorbed them.
He didn't know how to feel. Submit to you? Dominate you? Call you mommy and let you kill off every son of a bitch in this place? His brain was just a party of conflicting feelings.
But he did, however, let himself do what he did best; submit. He laid in your lap as he shivered slightly, your eyes staring down at him. Empty. Like a shark, almost.
"There, there," your voice faked kindness [or was it fake? He couldn't tell with you], as you stroked his hair gently. You were cold. Your skin was...he couldn't describe it.
"You're safe with me," Your tone grew childish, a giggle rumbling through your throat. Your...oddly pristine throat, lacking any wrinkles...
The stroking didn't stop, but you did lock eyes with him. "What do you mean?"
He scoffed out in displeasure; answer him!
"The fuck are you?? You're not human, fuck that. Just...just don't lie to me, sweetness. Help me out, here."
...Alright. He was owed the truth.
"...You're quite smart, aren't you?" You hummed, your voice oddly comforting. "I'm not...human, but I certainly look like one, don't I? Just a normal...happy human being."
You were quick to swipe at your nose, a black liquid trailing its way toward your lips. "A happy, normal...human being, indeed."
While that gave him closure, he realized...he didn't want to anger you. Like...ever. The fuck? He's seen what you've done to other prime assets and ex-pops...
And that's how he shut up, and lay on your lap, letting you treat him like a prized feline.
Nice kitty, pretty kitty, that's what Franco is.
Gooseberry [And Futterman, obvi!] —
The goose knew before Gooseberry did. The goose had goosebumps, his body quivering almost at the sight of the new reagent.
You didn't look like a reagent. No, reagents looked afraid, and aware, and constantly kept an eye out for any threats within the dark.
You? You were the threat in the dark. Your eyes lacked any light, and you just...eerily stood still. Waiting until the trial was finished by default. Nobody wants to spend 5 hours in a trial, not even Gooseberry, and seeing as you ate the last people you were teamed up with...well, trials now had a time limit thanks to you.
Gooseberry, however, was either high or ignorant of your state, as she grew fascinated with you! What kind of child were you? Oh, mother accepts all!
And that's where you now sat, on the Root Canal as Gooseberry watched from above. She threatened to sodomize the two ex-pops behind the ride if they didn't push you, so they were now hauling ass to make sure you had fun.
"Weeeeee." You monotonously cried out, your face unchanging and your body remaining stagnant. Futterman looked to Phyllis with judgement.
"Really, you fuckings idiot? What is the point of this?"
"To keep them happy, doctor Daddy!" She chirped, but she then whispered, "So they don't eat us next."
Smart, smart. But turning away wasn't too bright, as when she looked back down at you from the glass windows...the two ex-pops were nowhere to be found, and there seemed to be a splatter of blood on your face.
Unlike the others, these two knew what it was like to be discriminated against. Instead of running in fear, they realized...they could use you.
Well, not use, you could rip them to shreds at any point, but instead...benefit you somehow. Working together never hurt anybody!
"Alright, creature of the night," Otto bemused, "We'd like to make you a deal."
"A deal," you nodded, your toothy grin unwavering. "I like deals. What is this deal you'd like to deal?"
Arora rolled her eyes, but was thankful you couldn't see. "Otto, tell the dear."
"Yes, yes," he hummed, taking a sip of bourbon, "we'd like to ask you to partner up with us. You realize this is a...once in a lifetime sort of ordeal."
You remained quiet. Okay. Good. Or maybe not.
He cleared his throat, "Anyway...we'd be using your...otherworldly abilities to slay the competition, and you...get all of the flesh you want."
A deal you couldn't pass up. Yet you blinked...for once. Once that day, that week, that month? They didn't know.
"...Why would I want that? I'm human," you countered softly, "I'm a human, humans don't eat humans."
Your eyes shot to Arora, "And humans do not roll their eyes in the presence of a creature in human apparel, one that can rip you in two." Your grin twitched, "Isn't that what your father always wanted? To have you in two..."
Damn, you're good. They were quick to leave the office, asking for "a few minutes to kill off the roaches in the mall", but did they ever come back?
