THE HAND THAT FEEDS YOU
semi-platonic!prototype x orphan!reader — part one | part two
WARNINGS: mentions of cannibalism, adult!Ollie, adult!prototype, adult!reader, adult!Theo, Theo is catnap, ALL CHARACTERS ARE ADULTS. A/N: the prototype is harder to write for than Harley Sawyer…yall I’m literally dying.
It had been years since you’d seen another human.
During the hour of joy, when your counselors, friends, and the rest of the playtime staff were slaughtered, you were left alone in the aftermath. You never knew why exactly, but you always assumed it had something to do with him.
The prototype.
You know him as Ollie, although you never had the liberty of meeting him before he became the horrifying amalgamation he is today.
He was good to you, keeping you safe from any of the bigger bodies or little critters who would happily feed on your remains and put you to good ‘use’. He always protected you, the only person he would allow to walk beside him once he became a god of Playtime.
You didn’t approve of his methods and you would never pretend to either. At first, Ollie had tried to be secretive, taking the remains of the things he kills and cooking them to make it look more ‘edible’. Unfortunately for 1006, you caught on quickly almost refusing to eat at all, taunting him with your death.
But the prototype always has his ways of convincing people—or crushing them under his long, spider-like leg.
You were the only person who could get away with defying the prototype and make it out unscathed. Which is why, you were making use of that privilege.
Walking down the colorful halls of an executive hallway, rubbing your hand against the left wall as you silently pass. The bright tiled floor is no longer the polished beauty it once was. Nothing in the factory was left the way it was intended after the hour of joy. Ollie had made sure that everyone knew their place.
You knew he’d be unhappy once he discovered you were gone, if he hadn’t already. He didn’t like it when you wandered, let alone leaving the labs entirely.
He always said that it was for monitoring purposes, but you had a strong feeling that he didn’t want to lose you in this place—whether that was by death or some other factor. At least if you were in the labs, he could try to save you. The ‘Poppy Goo’ tanks still functioned and had saved other toys in the past. You were almost positive that if you were on the verge of death, he would submerge you in one of the tanks as a last ditch effort to save you.
Suddenly, you hear a familiar breathing noise coming behind you. Catnap. Turning to see the menacing, purple cat standing still in the hallway, you turn and make your way towards the creature. You may not have known Ollie as a human, but you did know Theodore.
When you were younger, you would often play in the game station or sit next to each other during class. Miss Delight, even before she got part of her face ripped off, had always unnerved you, and Theo made it better. His voice was soothing, like a lullaby that could drift you to sleep if he tried to.
You missed that voice. He could still speak, but he rarely did. Even then, it just wasn’t the same, and you both knew it.
“Hey Theo.” You speak softly, petting the nightmarish cat’s mangy purple fur. He just stares at you, his pupils small and glowing white. “Is he looking for me?” The cat nods, not an exaggerated one. His nods were always more subtle, but you could always gauge what exactly he wanted to say before he even needed to use his speakers.
Starting the treacherous journey back into the labs, you take the lead, with catnap following behind like an obedient guard dog.
You carefully make your way through the Game Station where Mommy ruled, heading to the Playcare, which was Theo’s domain. Stepping into the large atrium-like facility you make your way across the artificial terf and past home sweet home.
You can’t help but reminisce your days as an orphan. Running around with Theo, playing tag with Matthew, fighting with Kevin. There wasn’t a single part you didn’t miss. You weren’t even sure what happened to the rest of the orphans. Some of them got turned into toys, sure. Yet, most of them just disappeared during the hour of joy.
While you hoped for their escape and maybe even survival out in the real world, you knew it was unlikely.
The prototype or the doctor would’ve seen them leave. They would know that they were gone. However, Ollie never mentioned it. Not once—and he always told you everything. Or at least, that’s what you wanted to believe.
Before you know it, you’re entering the sterile white domain of the labs. You don’t even have to turn a corner to see the prototype standing in the hallway looking very disappointed and somewhat frustrated. Just great, you think.
“You know you can’t leave.” The prototype starts, his voice changing tone and personality with every word, a key sign of his anger.
“I build you heaven and you keep trying to escape.” 1006 notes, his voice getting lower towards the end, mimicking the doctor.
“Ollie, I’m sorry.” You sigh, pausing and thinking over your next words very carefully. “But I can’t stay in the labs forever-”
“Why not?!” The prototype’s voice grows louder and more distorted as one clawed hand reaches out for you.
“Ollie, please just try to understand.” The prototype’s hand reaches out towards your face, one of his spiked fingers gently caressing your cheek.
“No, I understand perfectly.” Ollie speaks, first imitating himself followed by a lower pitch of what you assume to be Leith Pierre’s voice.
He gestures something to the giant purple cat standing behind you.
You start to see red smoke clouding the room. “No.” You gasp, pushing past the prototype and attempting to run in the other direction. Yet, you’re only met with a plain white wall. You’re trapped.
“I’m sorry.” The prototype says, but you know he isn’t. He’d gas you up 24/7 if it meant keeping you forever.
The red smoke is closing in, you’re feeling sleepy as the two creatures stare at you with blank expressions—not that they could really ever change with catnap’s mouth being in a permanent open smile and the prototype’s face being a simple mask.
“You will lose me one day.” You cough, trying not to inhale the red smoke as you lean against the wall, slowly losing consciousness. “Whether you like it or not.”
The Poppy Gas clouds your vision, making your eyes close one last time before you collapse to the ground, completely unconscious.
The prototype gently scoops you into his metallic arms, being careful not to poke you with his sharp fingers.
He knows you’re right—and he has to change that, quickly.
Carrying you over to one of the operation rooms, he slams the door open, ducking under the short ledge. He lays you on the table, watching your limbs work like a ragdoll. It’s strange, he thinks. He’s about to get rid of the only human in the factory—one of the only people he actually liked to begin with.
Even when you rebelled, he couldn’t stop the fondness in his dead heart whenever you would eventually return. You always came back to him in the end. He just had to make it more permanent.
He would call down the doctor, permitting him to enter the labs for the first time in ten years despite his prior refusal to give Sawyer any access.
This was going to be your last night as a human. He was going to fix you, make you immortal. All you had to do was lay there quietly and let him make you better.
He will save you.
