Please, can you make a Prototype x reader fic?
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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...
They won't be an outsider for much longer.
