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Being The Prototype's Orphan Obsession Would Be Like This...
A/N: Since you were not ultra-specific on what kind of fic you want I took it to a very lovely weird place :)
Just a sidenote: every character I write fanfic for is as close to canon as possible. I don't fluff up villains beyond recognition.. but then I don't need to 🙃
CHAPTER 5 SPOILERS AHEAD!!
🌀• This guy here is some very specific type of yandere 🫠 And I'm not talking about "iLySm i would KILL for YoU 😔". I'm talking about: "I have built this sanctuary. I will not let you throw it away." That's the Prototype.
🌀• Now if I've got this right and correct me if I'm wrong, Prototype was originally an orphan called Oliver, adopted by Elliot Ludwig, only to be experimented on as the first in efforts directed solely to Poppy's benefit. Highly intelligent, highly annoying, borderline unstoppable.
🌀• So with you on the scene? Let me first break down why I've chosen orphan instead of an ex-employee. Because, put simply, you might as well just be the Player if you're an ex-employee and see how they're treated by him in Chapter 5. Or if you're an ex-employee that happened to help or show kindness to him before, you need to watch the restricted salvation vid Mob leaked, because from that you can see the only gratitude you'll get is being stuffed inside a toy and then you're even 💀
🌀• An orphan, though? That's different. Absolutely undeniably different.
🌀• Ollie was an orphan. Ollie was adopted. Ollie was used. Ollie was abandoned. So, if you're an orphan yourself, brought up by the warped, sickly sweet mentality that Playtrime trains into the heads of their young, something about you must be at least slightly different. Theo was "troubled." What are you?
🌀• It's not necessarily a romance. And not really a childhood sweethearts kind of trope, because that would be flattening things. Experiment 1006 was said to be extremely, unusually intelligent. He's scarily obsessive. He put forward the Hour of Joy, he's the dictator and the as of yet undefeated string-puller deep in the heart of Playtime Co's abandoned factory. It'll never be just a simple crush or fixational friendship. It's a lot of things, compressed into one huge, orderly mess.
🌀• Ollie chose to connect to Poppy via telephone. He can mimic and personify anyone he chooses. So with you, he might've used the same method to meet, if it was effective enough for you specifically. Otherwise, there might be notes turning up under the pillow of your bunkbed in Home Sweet Home. Or maybe you have an "imaginary friend" like Theo did. And if you and Theo were around near the same time, then chances are Catnap will be a frequent shadow to pretty much anything you do, anywhere you are.
🌀• You'll be told repeatedly that you're special. The Prototype doesn't hide his fixations. He leans on them. Tests them out. Builds around them. Then builds for them.
"They won't make you go to the Game Station today. Play with me instead. For you, I'll always be here, right behind you."
🌀• Quite literally 🧍♀️
🌀• That's usually the peak of it. Instructions that read as encouragement and persuasion through little written notes or phone calls in the night, eyes on you in dark corners of the class while Miss Delight teaches. If another orphan picks on you, it does not last. It lasts that one and only time. And then their number coincidentally comes up greenlit for experimentation.
🌀• But then The Hour of Joy happens. And things change.
🌀• Maybe the day The Hour takes place is on your birthday. Things that seem coincidental at a glance, except you can do nothing but stare at them. The voices stop echoing, the notes stop coming, and sure enough, while you and the rest of the orphans are hiding, they're all taken down to the pit of the factory to get to their Better Place... leaving you behind. You, The Bigger Bodies, a few struggling surviving Critters, and The Prototype.
🌀• If your feelings towards "Ollie" change once you come face-to-face, if, when you realise that those sweet, glitching voices actually belong to a mechanical, cunning, spiteful failsafe of an experiment, you would have rather steered well clear and kept your innocent attention and kindness to yourself rather than letting him remember every single instance you gave it...
🌀• It doesn't change a thing.
🌀• The more you push, the more you will be restrained. The more you deny, the more you will be coerced into accepting. The more you shout, the more you lose your voice. If your words are anything but what they were before, he will not take them seriously. That is the simple truth of the matter.
🌀• This "paradise" he's making of the factory was inspired in ways only he processed and allowed, solely by you. Every time you smiled at something he said or did for you before, it made him just as determined to craft his pleasure into the dying walls of Playtime. All the white noise of the creatures around you must stay white noise.
"Otherwise, we'll be left with nothing. And infinity will be lonely."
🌀• Or maybe he's not trying hard enough. There must be a reason besides him that you want to leave. And so he'll give you what he thinks you'll need. What he's decided. If you keep running, he'll carefully craft a case, a holding cell, filled with the Cat's red fog to keep you calm. If you're nervous and big-eyed, you'll never be alone anywhere in the factory.
🌀• Catnap, while he's still there, will be the most frequent Body to keep you company when The Prototype expects it. Riding slowly high up on a ginormous purple cat's back is definitely an experience. Huggy is a guard, and if there's any part of the factory that is not for you, he'll be the one standing right in your way so that you'll know it.
🌀• You have to understand that he is not soft in the traditional way. But then he isn't emotionless either. He was human once, a boy once, with a found family, almost, even if he doesn't choose to dwell on it, or admit to it aloud. But to The Prototype, you are the only pure thing left in this world. His world. And so this world will be a safe shrine of a home for you both. The only home.
🌀• The toys left behind see you and hesitate. Even if you're the gentlest, most caring person the factory has ever seen - which is undoubtedly the case - they would rather keep their distance when there are eyes everywhere than be in the red zone of being the Prototype's next target.
🌀• He will make it all better. He can fix you.
🌀• If we're going to love language and affection, the top of the list would definitely be quality time. He's always, always there. Inescapable. And if he's not physically there, his power goes far beyond his physical self. He knows every inch of Playtime's factory, and has a tether on almost every living toy in its depths. They'll talk. Because they're starving.
🌀• For The Prototype, softening is rooted in priority. Softness for him would look like moving you out of danger first. Deftly attacking others mid-sentence if they threaten you. Adjusting plans slightly, or sometimes recreating them altogether, to keep you intact. Ignoring reports until your name is mentioned. Dozens of analysis books that are volumes analysing you. Keeping broken things you've touched.
🌀• Not praise. Not warmth. Just preferential protection. And if something collapses in the factory, he wouldn't be glitching your name. He would already be there.
🌀• If you happen to be a little more cooperative with The Prototype's plans and settled as much as you can be on his obsession with you, it just makes things all the more easier for him. It still doesn't change anything. You're still watched, studied, talked to through long hours until he decides you're tired, and Red Smoke starts filling the room.
🌀• He's not much of a hugger... mainly because it's difficult to do that and not be basically impaled 🫠 but he still doesn't ask before he does things. He won't hurt you - not on purpose - but there's nothing stopping him from picking you up and relocating or moving you around however he decides to in any moment. He knows his power, and he's confident in it.
🌀• You'll be well-looked after, in the sense that you'll have more than enough food to eat while the rest of the factory's toys struggle. If you offer any of your food, or provisions you're given, to those who are going without up above, it will almost definitely be noticed. And depending on who you've given it to, you'll either be punished in a specific way for it, or just seen as more proof of being such a pure, perfect being.
🌀• And if anyone touches you, especially any Outsider...
do you do inbox checks?? if yes could you do one?? thank you
i do, i kinda have a lot of different requests for different fandoms, but i'll sum up the poppy playtime requests i've gotten so far that i'm working on answering 🫡 as of now lily is the most popular lol
i haven't included a couple of super long requests btw but i got em
(+ imma be closing requests at the end of this week so i can actually answer the majority, so get urs in neoww)
➜ Can i get... Orphan!reader with poppy playtime characters hcs like the one you made last year along w the addition of player.......too.....👀👀👀👀 first time requesting kinda nervous
➜ hi there... so chapter 5... would you be willing to do some prototype x reader? i don’t really care what it is i just NEED stuff of this man
➜ Hi could you do a lily love braid x reader fanfic it can be anything i just what to see something for her please
➜ Lilly Lovebraids with a little brother reader, please? Would they bake together? I’d imagine she’d do his hair, dress him up as a little prince and have little tea parties with him!
➜ what’s up gangggg, I have a request could you continue the reader x antagonists pt 3 and add the new characters :)
➜ Helloo!! Im new here and kinda scared to ask this, but could you please do platonic yandere Harly Sawyer with a teen reader, and to keep them from running, he turns them into a toy, and just so you know, you don't have to do it :)
➜ Poppy Playtime’s Lily Lovebraid x Reader (toy or human, male or gn please) who’s really good at reeling her in. Like, she can be crazy, we all know that, going off on a psychotic episode, but Y/n’s like “Sure, Lily. Now let’s go sit down and have some tea.” They’re really patient with her and really the only person who can calm her down.
➜ Yandere! Prototype x Reader? Maybe, while it was captive, the player was the only worker that was actually nice....like genuinely nice to the Prototype. (Like making sure it was taken care of, comforting, etc). So, when the player comes back to the factory years later, the prototype wants them to be brought to it (alive and not crippled).
➜ I have no idea what happens past chapter two, is Huggy Wuggy still theorized as an ex employee that was experimented on and turned into what he is now? If he is, can I request his wife being the player and coming back, and when she first sees Huggy walking ominously towards her she’s afiard and begins running, only for him to have caught up to her and begins excitedly cuddling with her because, even if he may not remember her, he knows that he feels the safest with her. If not and you want to stick to canon, whatever that may be, just like general dating headcanons with the guy?
➜ Out of curiosity, how Kissy, Mommy, DogDay, Doey, Poppy and Yarnaby would react to Reader, who decided drag every single experiment (minus Sawyer and Prototype, those two can get bent) out of the factory kicking and screaming, and somehow succeeded without getting killed or maimed? Some fluffy headcanons, please?
➜ smiling critters headcannons ( or just catnap ) when the reader who is also a smiling critter follows the prototype and/or follows catnap :3 ( pls make the reader a snow leopard critters pls :33 ) you're writing is hella realistic and i need anything catnap related to feed my yearly poppy playtime obsession :P
➜ can i ask doey and poppy with an orphan reader? reader has escaped the orphanage before they could get tested on, and after coming back to find out what happened some toys recognise them, especially these two.
➜ hii, how are you? :D i love your catnap & reader. i was wondering if you could do a catnap (and maybe mommy long legs) & reader but instead of the player, maybe their relative is a child/teen who arrived to the factory after being curious from the letter they found
ty for all your requests and cool ideas, I'll cook em up for u :>
Premise: You're the only orphan left standing on human feet in The Playtime Factory. A teenager, with the trained mind of a child. The Hour Of Joy purged everyone ten years ago, on your birthday. Everyone except you.
A/N: I dedicate this to @onigiri-nuts , please forgive me being like half a year late to write this for you lol
For context I watched the new Salvation footage on Mob’s YouTube so I now I can safely assume The Protoype’s a yandere. I’m only half kidding 🫠
So enjoy this in honour of Poppy Playtime's 5th and final chapter coming soonnnn 💃💃 ALSO HANDS UP WHO THINKS THE ORPHANS ARE STILL ALIVE YES OR NO YES OR NO YES
Morning. Maybe.
There was no light to stream in through glossy beams that told you so, whether it was day or night, light or dark. It was almost always dark, and when it wasn't, the light came in through flickering bulbs stuck to the ceilings. Hundreds of ceilings, hundreds of walls. Your walls. Your home.
Morning.
The bedroom was a pretty place, a corner room of the endless kiddie hallways in the depths of the factory. A mobile hung from above your mattress, adorned with sharp little stars and beaming plastic Smiling Critters. Worn blankets enveloped your form snugly,
The mattress itself was old, stuffed with fluffy insides of destroyed toys, the wool and cotton's usual cloudy white texture and tone sprayed with an odd shade of red.
Red.
Your eyes were groggy and unfocused when they swept over the little nook that was entirely your own, looking for it. It was always something you felt before you saw; the haze, the dizzy giddiness, the lavender scent mixed with something soft and sharp and metallic, the scent that made you smile beside yourself and giggle until you couldn't fight the tiredness. It was always easier to sleep.
The nightmares didn't come for you, like they did the others. You could sleep for hours, and still be tired. Too tired to fight, to cry, to play for so long. The Cat would come back, silver eyes glowing and knowing, silent as ever with thumping pads of paws and his towering purple frame, that same red spilling like smoke out of the black reaches of his grin. You'd be asleep before he made it to you, looming over your dozing form, before the ground would be pulled away from you and you were carried back to your room, bulbs flickering before dulling to aid you, strange wires and slinks of metal snaking in and out of vents and under the doors around you in whispers.
Still. Up you get.
Bunzo almost made you jump - or he would have, if you weren't used to him lingering in your room. If no one was around to play games with in the Station, he'd come hovering over to you, Yarnaby not far behind, dropping down to rest by your feet like a Labrador. He scrambled after you when he realised you were awake, bright coloured yarn flopping in his doe eyes, Bunzo clashing his cymbals together loudly to alert the Bigger Bodies before darting into a low vent and out of sight.
You wandered barefoot out of the room, the lock giving in to your push, an inkling of freedom to roam where you pleased. Or, more likely, where they did. Where He did.
Chalk dusted over the skin of your fingertips, crayon nubs in your hoodie pockets. You'd scrawled childish doodles and art over most of the hall's walls when you were bored, smiling and happy faces of Huggy and CatNap, Bunzo bouncing atop the colour buttons of the Memory room, Harley's bored, glaring eye peering through wobbly square screens. You were never interrupted. But Harley's coloured eye wasn't the only one watching you as you worked.
There was no GrabPack for you to open up the archways to corridors. Not for you. The arches stayed closed, or opened up for you, when you were allowed. When it was time.
Soft thuds could be heard from beyond one, slow and steady, before a familiar blue face and smiling red lips bobbed into view. You smiled back up at him, tall and towering as he was. He was always the first, the first to block your path if you were wandering too far up to the main floor, too close to the train, too close to the exit. Better him than the metal arms and wires.
Once, you'd seen a thin, spindly silver-black hand reach out and pluck a scrap piece of paper you were doodling and storytelling on, right from the floor opposite you, while you were searching for a different coloured crayon. It retracted as soon as it had come, pulling the sheet away with it, out of sight into a dark crack in the floor. That was ages ago. Unless it wasn't.
The factory seemed to breathe around you - because it did. The walls hum. Pipes tick. Something alive pulses beneath the metal. And you... you want something.
Something to make things less boring. Something to do. Someone to play with. A new level to explore, a door open for you in reward for your good behaviour.
The arched entry stays firmly shut at the end of the corridor, and you take a tentative step forward, tapping gently on the thick, greying cold metal with light fingers.
"It's Playtime," is all you have to say in a hopeful breath, speaking into the air expectantly, as if you know you're being listened to. "Let me in?"
The hopeful statement comes out as more of a question, your voice echoing into the hollow, empty halls of the factory floor. A heavy thump of a footstep echoes behind you, but when you glance over your shoulder to spot Huggy, he's already gone.
A jump. The arch in front of you opens, clearing its code and unlocking with an electronic trill, making you flinch in surprise. The empty red and blue outlines above for the GrabPack's hands glow without a touch.
The voice changes with every half-word, a stuttering technical grate, and the sharp, hard snapping of metal follows, six heavy silver legs spidering their way towards you in a steady crawl. Sure enough, CatNap looms slightly behind, though he hesitates, his big looming purple figure heavy and limp where he hovers. His gaping eyes peer over to you, then to the Prototype, grin unfaltering, but his resolve does, and with the slightest bow of his head, he heaves himself back the way he came, retreating, his tail between his legs. The Prototype doesn't spare him a single look, apparently satisfied.
Your innocent big eyes blink right back up to the Prototype, bewildered and more than slightly wary. But your curiosity outweighs it all, and as your better judgment is rooted in Playtime's bright ideologies, you smile slightly in return, taking a cautious step forward.
"Sure."
From the vents, red smoke comes chugging into the long halls surrounding you.
