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as promised, I have a another yandere! Adler requests(of a few), this one was based on an idea I had in my mind. Self Aware!Adler x Reader/Bell

Basically Adler become aware that he’s a character in a video game and starts to become obsessed with Bell/The Player. Starting out small, he eventually manages to find a way to get Bell/Player into the game to be with him forever

are you interested?

Hi!!! Thanks so much for this one, I had a lot of fun with it! Hope you enjoy :)

Your/Name: In

Yandere!Self Aware!Russell Adler x F!Reader

Warnings for: imprisonment, threats of brainwashing

For as long as he can remember, Russell has been aware that he's just a character in a video game. Such a concept fascinates him, of course, but not as much as who is playing it. After hearing some of the things other players say to her over voice chat, he decides it's his job to keep her safe.

Another win, another first place. Another moment where Adler gets to flip off the other, not as good players, as he waits for her soft cheers at yet another top of the leaderboard win.

He closed his eyes as the end screen faded, and he found himself back in the void, walking. He settled into it, ignoring his surroundings as he walked forward, at arms, surrounded by approximate facsimiles of people he used to know. Right now, there are two different versions of Woods walking alongside him.

He doesn’t care about them more than who they belong to. The two dick twiddling losers who had been on the other team, who were now taking out their inadequacy on her. Because of them, he wasn’t hearing her celebrating. Instead, he was hearing her voice shake, sniffling as she disabled voice chat.

“Losers. I’m just trying to have fun.”

He can only imagine her expression. Her lips bent in a pout, her brows pinching as the joy fades, her favourite game once again ruined by some shitheads who can’t take a loss right. He’s never seen her, on the other side of the screen, but after the many, many hours she’s spent with him… he knows her so well.

The others walking around him disappeared, leaving him nervously clutching his King’s Ransom Krig 6 tightly. Had they been so off putting that she was going to quit the game altogether, leaving him alone in the dark?

His heart pounded as he heard her clear her throat. “I could play the campaign for a bit… Keep working on the Veteran achievement.”

Relief floods through him at her words. Then, it disappears as his consciousness gets pushed back into the code, essentially non-existence, for a moment, until he rematerializes in the Berlin safe house, his heart swelling again when he sees Bell wandering back and forth in front of the mission board.

What mission could she be planning to tackle next? What scenario would they be running over and over, watching Bell die again and again, hearing her get more and more frustrated until she inevitably quits, leaving him alone?

Unless… Could he implement some of the things he’d learned in multiplayer, here?

Adler had spent a lot of time testing his limitations, figuring out how to bend the world around him to his will. What else was he meant to do, after he’d figured out that his entire life was a game?

Well, that, and his fascination with the who.

Who was playing the game on the outside, existing beyond where he could see? Who had picked him out as her favourite? How could he use his unique understanding of the game to help her?

He’d been cautious, at first. Perhaps, overly. He’d slowly started responding more directly to what was happening in the matches, made custom lines for each type of loadout she had, or disarming an opponents’ tactical. He’d even gone so far as to create unique poses for when she won, which were now the only ones she used, never noticing that no one else seemed to. Rather than that, she liked everything he added, particularly when he yelled, ‘ahh, hot, hot!’ when he got caught by (but survived) a Molotov.

He’d done lots of little things to help her win. He so badly wanted to do more, but in the multiplayer matches, it would have gotten her banned for cheating. Here, though…

He reached out and turned the radio off, before walking over to where she was controlling the avatar of Bell.

“Bell. I need your help, let’s go.”

Bell stopped and turned to face him, staring blankly while she spoke. “I don’t remember… Did the last update add a new mission or something?”

Adler waited, then Bell nodded, and followed him as he led them across the safehouse, then outside. The door slammed behind them as Adler walked towards his car, Bell lingering behind him.

“Whoa… this is all new…” She mumbled, Bell’s head spinning left and right as she took it all in. When Adler reached his car, and looked back, she had stopped to stare up at the stars in sky box.

“Hop in, Bell.” He called out, breaking her from the trance as he lingered by the driver’s side door, waiting for her to get in first. “Go ahead.”

You leaned closer to your screen, squinting at the prompt box that appeared before you. After a couple of shitty matches, you’d gone back to replay some of the Cold War campaign, when, unexpectedly to you, a new exchange between Adler and Bell had played out. You’d played the campaign back to front, and you’d never seen it before, so you’d assumed that it was some kind of secret easter egg, or Activision had flipped the script and actually added new content to the game.

You had, of course, gone along with it, excited until you walked up to the door of the car. A bright orange ‘press to enter’ prompt had popped up, but when you clicked it, nothing happened.

You tried it again, backing away from the car and reapproaching it, skating your mouse all over the screen, clicking randomly in case the hitbox had bugged out and somehow ended up Adler’s ass.

“Ugh… must be glitched.” You muttered, reaching out to tap the screen like that would fix it.

As soon as your finger made contact with the glass, you felt yourself falling.

Thankfully, you didn’t fall far. Your landing was cushioned by a car seat, as the scent of pine air freshener filled your nose. The engine rumbled to life before you could raise your head, and a hand reached out to steady you as you instinctively reached up for a seat belt.

“Easy there.” A voice spoke, and you froze.

When you slowly looked up, you were looking into the face of Russell Adler.

“What…”

“Hey.” He smiled, looking away from you as he pulled the car out of the gated courtyard onto a narrow road. “How’re you?”

“No…” You shook your head. “No, this isn’t possible.”

“Yeah, I didn’t think it would work.” He smiled at you again, flicking the headlights to high beams. The lights lit up the fences running alongside the road, only just wide enough for the car to pass. “Luckily, it did.”

“No…” You lurched around in your seat, watching the buildings behind you vanish into the dark. Your fingers hurt from how tightly you were clutching at the dash, as you hurriedly pinched your skin, trying to wake yourself up. “No, no, this isn’t happening!”

“But, it is.” He reached over, gently pushing you to sit properly in your seat. “Sit still. I’m taking us some place safe, I’ll explain everything there.”

You flinch away from his touch, huddling back against the door as you tried to process what the fuck had just happened.

You had been at your desk, playing Call of Duty.

You’d been in an online match, and run into a couple of real pieces of work who kept yelling out for ‘the bitch to get back in the kitchen’, so you’d quit and gone back to playing the campaign, once again on the fruitless hunt for the veteran achievement.

You’d been standing in front of the chalk board, reviewing the missions you needed to do, when Adler had walked up, and told you to follow him. You’d thought it was a new scene or something, so you had, out of the safe house to a car, the button had glitched, you’d tapped your screen, and now you were in that car.

A sharp click broke you out of your thoughts. You looked around, trying to ignore Adler’s smile as he continued watching you out of the corner of his eye. Your heart leapt into your throat when you saw that he’d locked the doors.

This had to be a bad dream. It had to be. You pinched your skin again, looking around desperately for other ways to try and wake yourself up. This car was old, surely you could physically unlock the door by pulling the lock bit up and jump out, right? You die in a dream, you wake up, that’s how it works.

“You’re not dreaming.” He says softly.

Your head whips around to face him.

“That’s what you’re thinking, isn’t it?” The car slows, and he turns off the road into a car park. The dim sign on the building in front of you tells you that it’s a hotel. “That this is all a bad dream?”

“How… how do you…” Your words trail off as he parks the car and gets out, walking around the hood to open your door when you don’t get out yourself.

You scramble away from him again, blindly reaching behind you as you try and climb backwards over the middle console.

“What…” he sighed, removing his glasses from his face as he stared at you. “What’s gotten you so scared?”

You hesitate. The existential fear of the fact you are now somehow inside your computer aside, you have good reason to be scared of the man in front of you.

“I… I know what you did to bell.” You swallowed, watching him carefully.

“And?” He continued to stare, like you’d not given a perfectly sane explanation.

“How do I know you won’t do that to me?”

“Oh, for god’s sake–give me a little credit!” He ran his hand through his hair, leaning down over the open door. “I brought you here to protect you, I’m not going to hurt you! Besides, I couldn’t even if I wanted to. I don’t have any supplies for it, and we’re actually stuck in this moment.”

Your heart leaps again. “What do you mean, stuck?”

“This world… all of it revolves around your input.” He straightens up and smiles again. “As long as you don’t pick a mission in the safehouse, we can stay here as long as we like. Safe, uninterrupted. We can sit here forever, and just be… be at peace.”

“How… No…” You started shaking again, then screamed when he grabbed your leg and dragged you out of the car.

“If you’re going to insist that we talk it all through, let’s at least get comfy.” He tries to set you on your feet so you walk in with him, but your legs were shaking so much you couldn’t stand. He half carried, half dragged you into the hotel, taking the key the blank faced man behind the counter offered, and steering you in the direction of room twelve.

At first, the room looked like any generic hotel room. It had a bed, a desk, a door that must lead to the bathroom, a wardrobe with missing doors, a window overlooking the carpark, and plain grey wallpaper. Nothing to write home about, but serviceable. Or, it would be, if your world hadn’t just been completely turned upside down.

Adler let you collapse onto the bed, sighing as he crossed the room to close the blinds.

You rolled onto your back, trying to take in some deep breaths. You wanted to close your eyes, but then you wouldn’t be able to see what Adler was doing, so you kept them open, digging your fingers into the sheets instead.

Suddenly, the sheets were fluffy under your hands. You dropped them, struggling to sit up to see that where there had been plain cotton-polyester sheets beneath you, was now a fluffy comforter. You blinked, and looked around at the rest of the room. The walls were now creamy white. Soft lamps were glowing on the bedside tables. A radio was playing music on the coffee table, which Adler was humming along to as he slowly removed his jacket and lay it over the back of the sofa.

“That’s more like it, huh?” He looks back at you as you look around again. The room felt like it had doubled in size.

“Did… you?”

He nodded as he slowly walked towards you. “Just a little touch up. It’s not hard.”

“Oh.” You blinked, slowly sinking back into the comforter, trying to guess what the limit of what he could do would be.

“You know…” He sat at your side, leaning over you. “You look even more beautiful than I imagined.”

“What…” You swallow again, giving up on your attempts at taking deep breaths as Adler is clearly not going to let you have two minutes without some bullshit.

“Well…” He reached down and brushed your hair back from your forehead, his own glowing blond in the lamplight. “I’d figured you’d based Bell on yourself, so I had a rough idea… but look at you. You’re beyond anything I dreamed.”

You slowly sit up, shuffling back against the pillows to force some space between you. “How are you…. alive?”

“I’m not sure.” He sighed, but let you go. “I don’t remember a point when I wasn’t aware that this is all just a game, and that it revolves around you.”

So… He’d been aware the entire time you’d been playing?

“At first, I just liked hearing your voice… how you reacted to the things that happen in the story. Then, I heard the things you said about me… what you liked about me.” His eye twinkled with a strange nostalgia. It made it sound like you’d said sweet compliments about him; not about how much you wanted to fuck him. “It made me like you, too.”

He waited for you to respond before he went on. “It was a bit odd, the first time you started playing in matches. Seeing blank copies of the people I’m supposed to be close too… it was a little existential. But I loved helping you win more. I did quite a bit, you know. Shrunk your hit box, helped you aim, made your guns do just a bit more damage. I learned how all of this worked, just to help you. So, I could hear you celebrate, cheer me on in the end screens.”

“Then I started to hear what other people said to you. How upset it makes you. How sometimes they’d make you so sad that you’d stop playing, that you’d stop spending time with me. It’s why I worked out a way to bring you here, so we can spend all our time together without anyone attacking you.”

“You’re…” you pause, trying to find the right word, “… protecting me?”

He nodded, relieved that you’d finally understood.

“How is this protecting me?” You cried out, curling up into a ball. “I want to go home!”

“You can’t. I… I can’t let you go.” He whispered, crawling up close to you. “I can’t. You’ll stop playing the game, leave me alone forever.”

“I wouldn’t! I’d still play, but… I…” You stumble over your words. “I have to go to work.”

“No, you don’t. You hate that job, and it stresses you out so much. Here, you don’t have to work.”

“Well, I have to feed my neighbour’s cat. I can’t let him starve.”

“You neighbour gets back tomorrow. The cat will be fine.”

“But…” You think again, heart sinking when you realise how short your list of reasons is. “My family…”

“What are they going to do? Who is going to figure out that you’re in here?” Adler suddenly raises his voice, obviously frustrated that you’re not coming to terms with it.

But, how could you? You’d had your world shattered in less than thirty minutes, and were now staring up into the face of a man you know is capable of extreme cruelty. How could he expect you to just get over that?

Your shiver away from him, and a flicker of regret crosses his face.

“Okay… I’m sorry for shouting. But, can’t you just give me a chance?” He takes your hands in his. They’re… warm, as they encircle yours, surprisingly soft for his line of work. The hands that tortured Bell, you try to remember. “Let me prove that I’m here for you. That this works, and we can stay here forever?”

You blink back tears. It’s unlikely anyone would come looking for you, despite what you said about family, and if they did, he was right. How on earth would someone work out that you were trapped inside a video game, let alone figure out a way to get you out?

You swallowed roughly as your throat tightened.

What would happen if your power or wi-fi shut off? Would you both die? Would you return to the real world, with a fucked credit score and possible stay in a mental hospital if you were honest about where you’d been?

“Hey… hey, breathe.” He rose up, leaning over you as you started to hyperventilate. “Look at me, deep breaths…”

You tried, as even though you don’t trust him, you can’t stay like this. Despite being transported into a digital world, everything you were feeling, the panic, the crushing weight on your chest, was all vividly real.

Eventually, you managed to regain enough control of your body to take in a huge gulp of air, the rest flooding back to you as you found yourself being slowly wrapped in his arms.

It was almost enough to make you panic again. When your body tensed, he tightened his arms.

“No, no. Stay here, I got you.”

You manage to fight off the urge to panic, as you doubt that you’re escaping his hold any time soon. Instead, you try to get comfortable, tilting your head and resting it against his shoulder. “Do… do we have to stay here?”

“Why do you ask?” He brushed his lips softly over your forehead as you turn your head down away from him.

“Surely we could be safe back at the safe house…” you started, before stopping as he squeezed you again.

“No. We’re fine here. You don’t need any of them, just me.”

“Oh…” You gasp, panic surging as his arms press too tight. “Okay.”

Your affirmation made him ease his grip on you, but he kept you on his lap, tucked against his chest as he leant back on the pillows.

“Why don’t you tell me about yourself?” He gently rubs his thumb over your arm, catching and slipping under your t-shirt sleeve, the soft pad of this thumb rolling over your skin.

“What? Why?” Why does he have to feel so goddamn… real? So solid and warm, like he’s a real human being, and not code running on its own script.

“Because, you know a fair bit about me. I feel like I should know some things about you.”

“What’s the point?”

“The point of… us getting to know each other?” He frowned. “What makes you say that?”

“If we’re never going to leave here, why do you need to know what I like and don’t like?” If you’re going to live in this single hotel room forever, why should it matter? Unless… You glance around at the room, so changed from when you first entered it. How far could that go?

“I suppose I don’t need to… but I’d like to.” He shuffles your body around so you’re facing him, looking up into his soft blue eyes. “I mean… I don’t even know your real name.”

“Why don’t you…” the question dies in your throat. He would know your gamertag, not your name. You don’t think you’ve ever said it aloud while playing.

“I mean… I probably could have found it.” He moved the hand around your front up to grasp your chin, angling your face even closer to his. “But I wanted you to tell me yourself.”

“I… don’t think I should.”

“Why not?”

“I…” You drop your head when he releases your chin. It’s the one thing you have left. You shouldn’t give it up freely. “I don’t know.”

“That’s not a reason.” He gives you a moment to come up with a better one, then pushes you out of his arms, back onto the bed so he can lean over you. “Don’t you get it?”

“Get what?” You find yourself grabbing hold of his wrists, a small gasp escaping your mouth as he leans down closer, crushing your arms at an awkward angle between your bodies. The weight of his body pressing down on top of yours is another startling reminder that this is really happening.

“That we’re not going anywhere, forever.” He smiled again. “You know what I’m capable of.”

You swallow. After his outburst in the car, insisting he wouldn’t, couldn’t do anything to you… Now he was threatening you with it.

“I’ll get your name, one way or another.” The smile dropped off his face, as he huffed out a breath. “But… can we just do it the easy way? I don’t want to hurt you.”

You shook your head again. He sighed, closing his eyes for a moment.

“Look… This isn’t complicated. You’re here because I was your favourite, which made you my favourite, and I found a way to bring us together. You don’t ever have to leave me again. I don’t want… please, tell me your name.”

You blinked slowly, trying to not notice how easily you could identify the tobacco and leather scents in his cologne, like you were a character in a romcom.

What actually could you do? Even if there is a way out, it’s not like he’s going to let you take it. He knows far more about this world than you, and you don’t doubt his control over it. Could that control be extended over you, in this new digital form you’d taken?

His threats made it sound like he could.

The thought makes tears well in your eyes. You hurriedly blink them away before he sees them, turning the choice over in your mind. Maybe there would be a way out of this. But you’d never find it if he keeps you in this one room forever.

“Well?” He murmurs, patience wearing thin as your eyes flick upwards and meet his expectant gaze.

You swallow back your fear, and tell him your name.

Your/Name: Out (Part 2)

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