i noticed your fics are mainly fluff, but maybe you could do a fic where the reader tries to talk ken out of brainwashing the barbies and fails. if not thats fine ofc! id just like to see a fic of ken in his faux mink coat era
not sure if this is what you wanted but at least i tried :")
gn!Reader begs Ken not to brainwash dolls. Ken doesn't listen.
Gif by @selinas
A/N: So, since we have a gn!Reader here, while (!spoiler! I guess?) they still want to brainwash the reader (bcs I wanted to), let's just assume that Ken brainwashed everyone who didn't obeyed him, okay? Thanks!
Summary: You no longer felt safe in this place.
Word count: 449 words;
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"Ken, why are you doing this?"
A lump of pent-up emotion clamped down on your throat as Ken's eyes with madness burning in them looked into your own.
"Don't you understand?" His voice was unfamiliar to you. It was not the carefree and cheerful voice that greeted you on the beach every morning or told you about all sorts of trivia every evening. This voice gives you sensation under your skin. Like cold bites. "Now Barbies love us. Now everyone can be happy!"
You have already had a chance to observe the new "happy" world. But the smiling yet emotionless faces of the Barbies made you anxious. Your heartbeat jumped every time their soulless gazes followed you.
You no longer felt safe in this place.
While each doll seemed to be watching you while you slept.
While a thousand watchful invisible eyes cut into your back as you walked through the city.
While Ken's voice was full of crazy conviction, you couldn't call yourself or this place "happy".
You were one of the last dolls whose brains had not yet been penetrated by the new order of Kenland. Or the last. You didn't know. Anyone who tried to stop it, sooner or later disappeared.
You begged Ken to stop. You knelt down as he emptied doll after doll, as if they were worthless except to mindlessly wander under Ken's complete control.
You sobbed like no doll knew they could as your friends lost themselves one by one. Instead, new, perfect servants appeared. Always emotionlessly smiling, new, perfect servants.
But Ken wasn't listening. Something about his disdainful look frightened you to such an extent that you even involuntarily wondered if he was planning to do the same to you. But he couldn't! He couldn't take away the most precious thing that remained of Barbieland - the memories of it. Or could he?
Ken was the person closest to you. Until something in him changed. Or was it always there, and you didn't even realize it? And when he told you about his day, stretched out next to you on the sun-warmed beach, did he secretly want to force you to obey him against your will? Not you. He could not.
"You will be happy too!"
Weren't you happy before?
You didn't know anymore.
Something switched in your mind and you could not remember where the question came from.
You were going to be saved.
But you did not understand: from what? Is there anything dangerous about bringing your Ken drinks? You were happy. You were happy to do this and many other different things for your Ken. What do you need to be saved from? You have never smiled so much.
