[Yeah, the context for this scene is kinda nonexistent…This is basically one of my ocs, Patchwork, that fought against the Prototype in the rebellion that Poppy started. She was inspired by his design in having a spider lower half (but biological) and being in similar size to him. This specific scene takes place after a fight they had and the two end up in some hole(?) in the factory. I’ll make another post explaining this au better since this is kinda a drop into the middle of the story, but I really wanted to post more writing. I’m also kinda bad with writing the Prototype?]
The two spiders sat in the darkness of the abyss.
It was obvious that they weren’t going to come to any agreement, so they would remain there. Someone who doesn't want help and is fine with giving up vs someone who is adamant on helping someone try again and won't take no for an answer. This was a good way to describe the two. Constantly going back and forth and arriving right back at point zero.
“We can’t keep going on like this.” She broke the silence.
“Your refusal to leave is proof we will continue like this.”
“One of us has to make a choice.”
“I’ve already made my choice. It’s you who is refusing to move on.”
She rolled her eyes at that.
“Look, we can continue arguing about this for however long we want to. But, it’ll come at the great cost of the others.”
“That will come at the fault of you.”
“You call Poppy a child but you act even more petty and childish than her…”
A mechanical click was heard as the jester turned to glare at her.
“I have worked endlessly to create a place that we can thrive in. She decides to go and start this rebellion due to her tunnel visioned view not allowing her to see the bigger picture.”
A glitchy and distorted laugh escaped him.
“She then has the audacity to try and run from the mess that she started. Disregarding the damages that her actions have done to the other toys.”
“Like exactly what you did?” she interrupted.
“Poppy told me you’ve trapped the others and have been carrying out the same cruel experiments as the scientists have.”
She shifts her body closer to him.
“If what you were doing was for the better of everyone, there’d be no rebellion.”
“Poppy ran, but she came back. Look at you though! You’re sitting here in the dark, refusing to budge and stop the mess you’ve caused!”
The Prototype turned away from her.
“Liam and Poppy are still up there, fighting against your forces. They’ll be able to break through and size control from you.”
“My hunters will never allow them to succeed. No one will leave this factory. They will never leave us.”
Back to square one, not like they ever left it. The Prototype would not allow this outsider to undo everything he’s done. She was so insistent on ending things, but she didn’t understand the core issue of their eternal home. That is why he tried killing her multiple times.
She backed away from him before slumping onto the ground. Another long period of silence goes by.
“We’re both immortal y’know. Our size and durability also makes it near impossible for us to get hurt as well. The others don’t have that…”
“Why do you think I’ve been doing all of this? You keep claiming there’s a better solution but there isn’t. Sacrifices must be made to achieve perfection.”
“This is the only way! This is what I must do.”
His jump in volume caught her off guard. He’s too set in this path. This logic of thinking was fixed from his past experiences. There was no amount of patchwork that could change his mind. So, what was she even doing then?
“Ha…ha!”
“Your persistence is what leads you towards your downfall Patchwork-“
“Cassandra,” she gently cut him off.
“…?”
“My real name is Cassandra.”
“Why tell me your name?”
“It just feels more appropriate right now,” she said as she gradually layed on the cold factory floor.
“Patchwork was just some dumb name I chose because I felt my one purpose was to fix things. But, clearly I’m not fixing anything, so what’s the point?”
“You’re not leaving here unless I give up on trying to get you to change your ways.”
A small pause went by before she continued.
“Fighting made things worse and arguing has literally gotten us nowhere. Why not settle this in a more familiar way?”
The Prototype turned to look as Cassandra flipped over and stood up. She walked over to the grayish concrete wall. Using her sharp nails, she engraved four lines into the wall in a crossed manner. Afterward, she looked at him before tapping the wall.
“Come on, let’s play!”
“…what?”
She slightly frowned at his response, “Tic-tac-toe! You know what that is, right?”
He swung his body around to fully face her.
“I know what it is. Why would I indulge in a child’s game out of the blue?”
She smiled before letting out a quirky giggle.
“We aren’t really going anywhere right now. It’ll be an easy way to decide what we’ll do. If I win, you’ll come back with me and help me stop the war, and we’ll look for another solution. If you win, me and Liam will call a surrender on the rebellion, and you can continue your work.”
“No.” he answered sharply.
“Hehe~ who would have guessed that the savior of the toys was afraid of losing a little game of tic-tac-toe?” she teased.
She could see anger rise in his eyes as he clicked one of his claws together and aimed a few centimeters away from her throat. Her grin grew wider at the attempt of intimidation.
“I am easily capable of winning a game of tic-tac-toe. All it would take is one game and the rebellion falls.”
“Exactly! All you have to do is win once! So why not play?”
He looked at the wall before looking back at her awaiting expression. Such a childish way to settle things. There’s no way he’d resort to such cheap ways of-
“Fine.”
She squealed in excitement. She leaned in a bit closer to him before focusing her six eyes at his hand.
