Hear me out! I know he's awful, and writing this might've put me on a few watchlists. But it seemed like the best angle to go for. Showing exactly how screwed up he is in the head.
Massive trigger warning for: non-con, stalking, and necrophilia.
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The Prototype stalking you
★ The Prototype's idea of intimacy is much different than yours. It's not violent. Not unless you run from him. But it's more controlling than anything. He never touches you because he doesn’t need to. Observing the Player is its own reward.
★ Quite the voyeur, he turned out to be. Watching you from afar with an almost predatory gaze. He listens closely to hear the small changes in your breathing. Everything in the factory is predictable. But you? Not so much.
★ He's seen you struggle. Smiling as you limp from room to room. It makes him feel unsteady for some strange reason. Excited to see what breaks first.
★ His own sex is somewhat of a mystery. What he has -if he even has anything, it was never really clear. You haven't been that close. And don’t want to be.
★ The Prototype will cut you open. He fantasizes about doing just that constantly. In his eyes, life and death mean nothing. All that matters is what he can get from it.
★ If you died, and your body was still warm... Well, it's better than nothing? The Prototype takes whatever he can get. Carving into flesh. Be for parts or for his own pleasure. Such an act still wouldn't be the worst thing he's done.
AN: Literally ripped from a nightmare I had with this fucker, but less brutal. I did way too much research for this 💀
Word Count: 7.9k+
“Poppy's Angel? No… Experiment 1006's little pet.”
You glare at the eyeball that stares back at you with a mundane sort of curiosity.
“Listen, I'm just here on one of his errands. He told me to ask you for ‘the goods’”.
The Doctor's eye widens in shock before returning to its half-lidded gaze as laughter pours through the speakers.
“Ah! The goods! Of course!”
Why the fuck is that funny?
You were seated in front of a bright, red “steak” at the long dining room table, while Lily and CatNap paraded around the Prototype for even an ounce of his attention. You watched the show in amusement as he just seemed to get more and more irritated.
Of course they see that thing as a God.
The Prototype had been feeding you and if you didn't eat? Well…
You look back at the two purple creatures who had started watching you out of seemingly nowhere before going back to focusing on the Prototype.
He definitely said something about me…
Whenever those two were in charge of you, you felt like your sanity was diminishing. Lily Lovebraids’ head would twitch so much that you were afraid it was going to fall off her neck any second while CatNap always had this habit of just… Staring. He never says a word unless necessary and you end up doing whatever the Prototype tells you to just so he would turn his attention elsewhere, hopefully, that meant going back to Playcare so you didn’t have to see him again. And if you really didn't want to do something and those two weren't terrifying convincing enough?
The Prototype always stepped in. He never gave you parental, guilt-inducing lectures about how the other toys in the factory were starving while you got to eat. A punishment like that was too lenient for something like you.
Little pinpricks dot your skin from yesterday when you had disobeyed him as you try not to scratch at them. But the thing that perturbed you the most though, was the prospect of where this meat came from. Despite how unappetizing the mystery meat was at first, you suppose it was better than starving.
Please don't be made out of my dead friends…
And at least breakfast was a little more enjoyable today.
You almost wanted to laugh at how the Prototype was pacing back and forth near you three. He was mumbling something in his staticky voice about “that stupid little red witch of a sister” and “she's copying me with getting her own human” while scratching pieces of plastic off of nearby walls with his needle-like fingers.
If he wasn't already bald, I'm sure his hair would've fallen out.
You accidentally snicker and all three of them are whipping their heads around to look at you. You quickly look down as you chew on the piece of meat that you had just popped into your mouth.
The only sounds that fill the dining room now are you eating and the Prototype slowly making his way to you. His hands land in front of your plate as you pretend to be ignorant of your actions and his.
“Is something funny to you?”
You shake your head and he's grabbing your face and tilting your chin up to look at him. He had this habit of always wanting your eyes on him whenever he spoke and if you didn't give him that attention, he wasn't above using force. Every. Single. Time.
“Use your pretty voice, won't you?”
He replays back to you in snippets of your own voice. You squint your eyes at him as you try not to give him a nasty look which would only piss him off even more and doom your fate to staying with Lily Lovebraids and CatNap for the rest of the day.
The Prototype might be crazy, but at least he had a working head on his shoulders and kept Lily from speaking endlessly for hours or CatNap from just being well, CatNap... You felt like you were going insane staying with them. And much as you hated to say it, thank goodness for the tasks he had been giving you to get out of this dollhouse and away from Playcare.
“Since the little mouse loves to laugh so much, I have a special task just for you!”
You frown as he squishes your face threateningly playfully before letting you go. He only did that when he wanted to use you as a squishy stress relief toy before sending you on a risky mission.
I’m going to die in this factory.
I hate the Prototype! I hate CatNap! I hate everyone, especially that annoying ass Lily!
“Mmmm.”
You shake your head as you think it over. At least you could talk to Lily like a normal person sometimes and she tried to be a gracious host, up until the Prototype would visit and then she would just become another bootlicker. As for Catnap and the Prototype themselves?
Go to hell…
At least Lily had waved to you and wished you safe travels when you left. The Prototype had mimicked her actions to mock you while Catnap just stared at you like usual.
“Bye! Bye! I'll see you soon!”
A small groan escapes you as you try not to bang your head against the ventilation shaft wall in frustration. You’ve been crawling for hours into another part of the factory per the Prototype’s instructions as you replayed the bullshit they made you do before letting you loose into doom, despair, and possible death.
“Hey, I'm Ollie! Can I know your name?”
You had glared at the Prototype holding a phone up to his face while a little boy’s voice came out of the receiver end of your phone.
“We can keep in touch like this! I'll help you on your journey!”
You rolled your eyes before asking.
“Why are you doing that voice?”
You can feel Catnap’s ominous presence standing behind you as his shadow looms over you.
“Practice. For someone special.”
“So I get to take this phone with me?”
You asked as you held it up and curiously weighed it with your hands. It was heavy for a play phone and comically large.
“No.”
CatNap’s voice had come out before snatching it out of your hands and giving it back to the Prototype. You almost wanted to crush his tail for the way it wagged when the Prototype rubbed his head in praise.
“Me too! Me next! I want praise!”
You groan as you think of how you might have started to go crazy by staying around those freaks.
Maybe I should start worshipping him too?
You shake your head.
“Yep, definitely insane. Recalling memories, having conversations in my head, talking to myself out loud…”
You mumble as you continue to crawl before reaching a grate and sighing.
“This should be it.”
You don't even bother looking at what's in the area below you because as long as it was solid ground, you would be fine. No one would dare lay a hand on someone or something under the Prototype’s protection. Toys scatter from their prison cells at the prospect of hunting down their next meal only to take one good look at you in the dim lighting and run away again. You can hear their whispers as you walk past them and tap on the glass of a camera.
“It's the Prototype’s bitch.”
“I'm so hungry…”
Angel, but okay. Whatever.
You wave at it, trying to get the Doctor's attention before leaning in closer to the screen.
“Hey, I'm here under the Prototype's orders. Can you let me in so I can talk to you?”
You're not really sure where in would even be. The Prototype had only given you enough instructions to locate one of the Doctor's numerous cameras to communicate with him. You take a step back and kick at nearby rubble while waiting for a reply. A pout and frown on your face as you cross your arms.
The Prototype could have easily done this in under an hour, but nooooo!
You quickly drop your arms and let a blank expression take place on your face as you realize you've begun to act like Lily.
“Poppy's Angel? No… Experiment 1006's little pet.”
Alarm bells go off on your head as you look around for the source of the voice. No one would dare say such a thing to you unless they weren't afraid of the Prototype.
“To your left, little one.”
You look in the direction that the disembodied voice tells you to and see an eyeball displayed on a dusty television. You walk into the prison cell as a toy jumps in fear and dives into a hole to escape you.
They even have T.V.s in a place like this?
You glare at the eyeball that stares back at you with a mundane sort of curiosity.
“Listen, I'm just here on one of his errands. He told me to ask you for ‘the goods’”.
The Doctor's eye widens in shock as laughter pours through the speakers.
“Ah! The goods! Of course!”
Why the fuck is that funny?
“What makes you think I’ll just give ‘the goods’ to you?”
You blink as you deadpan at the eye that's returning to its half lidded gaze. You didn’t like how he was talking. Too haughty. Too sure of himself. The fact that he was even calling the Prototype by that degrading code number despite the others worshipping him as a god had you on edge.
“I don't know. The Prototype made it sound like you two had a deal and that I'm just here to act as a courier.”
“Ah~ A sacrificial dove.”
His eye curves in a way to represent amusement as you can only ponder why you're talking to an eyeball.
“Can you even eat me?”
“Why do you ask?”
“Because everyone here eyes me like I'm a five-star meal.”
The Doctor's eye droops at your words and his voice falls flat.
“I'll open a path for you to visit me. Do try not to get lost.”
Static appears on the T.V. as the loud scratching noises fill the room before fizzling out as if the plug had been pulled. You can see small toys staring at you from other prison cells in the reflection of the T.V. If anything, they seemed even more afraid of you now.
One. Two. Three.
Bored. Extremely bored.
Boredom was the only way to put it as you maneuvered empty, crumbling hallways, and went down flights of stairs. The Doctor made sure to give you the “scenic” route.
“And this is where we would dissect experiments who had-”
He had commentary for every room you walked into. You couldn't roll your eyes anymore if you wanted to, too scared of them getting stuck behind your head. You knew he could see you, but he didn't seem to care one bit of what you thought. It's like you were on a guided tour with an eyeball for a pre-programmed tour guide.
“Hey Doc, how much longer? I think the Prototype is waiting for me.”
A lie. You just hoped he wouldn't be able to tell as you gave him an obviously forced smile.
“Right…”
His voice drawls into a deep timber as his pupil looks to the side.
“Carry on then. I won't disturb your quality time alone.”
Finally!
Another reason why you loved it when the Prototype sent you out. You could take a certain amount of time to relax before going back to Sweet Street, as long as you didn’t overdo it and got the job done.
I’m sure he wouldn’t mind me relaxing a little before the job is done, right?
You were pretty sure that the Prototype couldn’t even enter this area because of the Doctor, which meant… You could theoretically spend as much time as you wanted here!
You sigh as you let your shoulders sag before rolling them to get rid of lingering aches and pains from the stress of being thrown into situations beyond your control. You yawn as you remember that you were rudely woken up by CatNap holding you upside down and lightly shaking you like you owed the mob money.
It wouldn’t hurt to take a quick nap.
You tell yourself as you sit down in a corner where the Doctor’s camera can clearly see you. It felt more safe that way.
Haha, territories. This really is like some weird mafia movie…
It’s eerie now. A terrifying silence has blanketed the area while you were sleeping and it made your anxiety skyrocket to uncontrollable levels once you awoke. No skittering of little paws or mechanical movement of the camera that was supposedly watching you.
You’ve never once known quiet in this factory besides when you were alone and lost, in fear for your life, from Huggy and the Prototype hunting you down. You couldn’t stand silence anymore. Even at “night” when Lily Lovebraids would tuck you in and go do whatever she does, you could still hear her humming a sweet, but deranged lullaby while wandering around in the halls. Your rapidly beating heart and shaky hands have you reflexively dipping back into your old habits of checking around corners and prying open a vent for a quick escape if need be.
“What are you doing?”
“Ha! Ahhh!”
Your scream comes out as a whispered gasp.
If you make noise, you’ll be caught.
But no one was coming to hurt you.
The Doctor’s eye watches you as he waits for your explanation as to why you found the need to tear the metal grate off of a vent when he had literally just opened a door for you down the hallway.
“I… Uh…”
You hold the knife that you would use as a makeshift screwdriver and watch it gleam in your sweaty palm.
What am I doing…?
It’s not my fault…
“S-sorry…”
You put the knife back into your belt as the Doctor sighs in disappointment.
“No need to answer I suppose. I shall assume the lack of noise was facilitating a heightened sense of paranoia and fear in you from being alone for an extended period of time. Someone will be joining you promptly since my presence is so clearly unwanted.”
Unwanted? Oh. Was it when I-
“Doc, I’m sorry for cutting you off before.”
His eye doesn’t open any wider and continues to gaze at you with a lack of interest before disappearing with a few parting words.
“I’ll send my pet to accompany you.”
My pet?
“What do you mean-”
But he’s already gone and you know he won’t come back to speak with you again unless he thinks it’s necessary. You’re left wondering what his pet could be and also with the troubling connection that the voice the Prototype would use the most when insulting others in a controlled rage belonged to none other than Sawyer…
Surely it can’t be much further!
Your legs trembled as anxiety started to build up in your chest again. It had been about ten minutes since the Doctor had told you his pet would be coming and with the overarching silence and trepidation of what it could be, you kind of wished his pet wouldn’t appear.
Grawrrr…
You’re fucking with me.
Heavy footsteps thud across the floor as something growls and roars while sniffing the air. You have half a mind to just run back into the hallway where you had loosened a vent, if it weren’t for the giant yarn covered creature a few feet away. Its glassy eyes are unfocused as it looks around before landing on you.
It’s kind of cute…
The smile that was about to appear on your face at seeing such a colorful, docile doll quickly vanishes when it splits its head in half to show off a ginormous hollow space that serves as a cavern of a mouth. Large strings of spit fly all over the place and you’re running away without wasting another second.
If I live, I have to tell the Prototype to never send me back here again!
It’s depressing that all you can think about when being close to death is snitching to your boss, but it’s not like you had really had anything else in this place. You almost shudder at the thought of him handing you over to Lily and basically placing you under house arrest with her for turning tail and not getting what he asked you to. But the constant footfalls of that monster behind you that’s accompanied by its heavy breathing has you keeping your mind on the present.
“DOCTOR, YOU PIECE OF SHIT!”
You scream as you swerve around a 90 degree curve in the hallway before running into an adjacent room. You can hear the toy running into the wall, unable to turn in time, and then shaking off the blunt force of the damage they had caused onto themselves.
Dead end.
Your brain works overtime as you try to find a vent, hole, or hiding spot, but it’s just an empty room with crumbling walls.
The Prototype is going to be so mad…
You hoped he would be angry enough at losing you to enact some sort of revenge at the Doctor, but… You knew just as much as everyone else that he would probably just turn some poor toys wrongside out at losing a pawn and not visit Lily for a while. The only one who would miss you enough to do something, but isn’t allowed to do anything, would probably be Lily.
Your back hits the wall as you turn around to face the filthy, tangled up creature in front of you. Its body shakes as it starts to open its mouth to charge at you and devour you whole.
Goddammit.
“Oh, Yarnaby~”
Grawr.
It immediately stops much to your surprise and stares at the screen where you can see the Doctor’s eye watching the scene with joy.
“I told you to treat our guest with courtesy. She’s come a very long way…”
Faux pity fills his voice as he barely scolds Yarnaby for nearly shredding you to pieces. The creature turns back into a gentle plush and plops itself down in front of the screen.
“Where were you?!”
You shout as you unstick yourself from where you had been attached to the wall in desperation. You make sure you stand in front of his screen and glare at him while barely suppressing the more colorful words that tempted to fall from your lips. His eye curves in joy at the explosive reactions he had finally gotten from you.
“Watching all the fun you just had with Yarnaby of course.”
“That’s it!?”
Your face starts to turn bright red with an emotion that you had learned to lock away to avoid the scrutiny of the Prototype larger toys. Swears and angry strings of insults finally start to fly out at the screen as the Doctor’s expression doesn’t change.
“And I’m not a pet! I’m not here to play with your…”
You trail off as you look at the stupid yarn lion-dog creature that just watches the scene without any opinion to share.
“This thing.”
You gesture to it and the only reaction it gives is to tilt its head at you.
“Oh no, my dear. You seem to be mistaken. I know full well that you’re not a pet.”
“Really?”
You scrutinize the Doctor as you cross your arms while trying to reign in your emotions.
“Yarnaby is a pet. He doesn’t know what’s right or wrong nor can he tell his left from his right unless I say so. You see, that’s the difference between an angel and a pet. A pet blindly obeys their master for they know nothing. Yet, an angel knows the difference, but still willingly follows their God.”
“Well, I know you’re a bitch!”
So much for controlling your anger.
As if he knows what I’m going through with that needles for hands freak!
His amusement continues to grow the longer he listens to your raging, swear-filled shouts.
“Oh my, it seems that 1006 really has rubbed off on you.”
“I’ve never heard that fucker swear the whole time I’ve been here!”
“I meant your anger. How compulsive and emotional you are. I forgot humans were so easy to rile up.”
Ew…
You feel the rage inside of you dissipate as it’s replaced with disgust and exhaustion at being compared to your captor.
“Did you truly work yourself into such a fit that you can no longer find it in you to stand properly?”
“I need to rest for a small while…”
You mumble as you go sit down in a dim corner where the camera’s scope fails to fully see.
“Yarnaby, keep her company and remember, treat her well. As for you, Prototype’s angel, I’ll be waiting for you~”
You lay your head against soothing cold tiles on the only wall that still has some smooth surfaces.
Ahwh.
Your eyes flit over to see Yarnaby yawning slightly before calmly sitting down near your feet.
Does he really not remember trying to kill me not even an half an hour ago?
You reach out a hand to touch one of the absurdly large strands of yarn sticking out of him. You freeze as he makes another noise and rubs at his face with a paw before staring off into space again.
There really are no thoughts behind those eyes…
Soft yet unruly threads sift under your fingers as you finally pet him. He has no reaction to your gentle handling and doesn’t do anything besides blink every once in a while, one eye at a time.
The difference between a pet and an angel, huh? Maybe I am just his bitch…
“Huh? What’s happening?”
You mumble sleepily as you wake up to a weird swaying motion.
Did I honestly fall asleep again? I hate this place.
Your hands are gripping onto bunches of yarn and your body is lying on top of several bumpy nodules.
Wait, am I riding Yarnaby?
You rub at your eyes as you sit up and register that you are actually on top of Yarnaby as he carries you to your destination like a mule.
“Oh, uhm, I guess this is better for me.”
Your legs dangle off of the large toy as you try to maneuver yourself into an even more comfortable position.
“So where we going, Yarnaby?”
You ask the currently docile creature who only lets out a strange high-pitched sound and keeps walking. A small chuckle slips out as you continue to pet its hair while it takes you to your destination.
Shit. The Prototype's going to be so mad at how late I'm going to be…
You're too busy cuddling the plushie and thinking about how the Prototype might punish you to see the nine foot robots that hid nearby. The walls filled with T.V. screens block them from clear view and they seemed to gain life as you went past them.
Grwr.
Yarnaby shakes its head as it comes to a stop.
“Oh, we're here?”
You ask as you're about to hop off, only to feel Yarnaby slide you off of him and send you plummeting through a hole in the floor.
You can't be serious!
Above you, you see Yarnaby looking down at you and a T.V. screen waving to you with its robotic arms.
T.V.s don't have arms…
Shit. My head.
You rub the side of your head as you wake up in a dingy lower area. Or you at least tried to.
Shink. Shink.
The shackles around your limbs prevent you from doing anything, but squirm and writhe under the watchful gaze of a tall robot with one singular eye.
“Okay Doctor, what are you doing?”
His eye morphs into a crescent shape full of joy.
“Ah, so you recognize my visage despite my change in appearance?”
You jolt as you feel a cold finger trail up your arm before stopping in the center of your palm.
“You got that same stupid eye. Now tell me why I'm locked up like a medieval prisoner.”
You hated how strangely exposed you felt even if you were still fully clothed. Arms up and held wide, legs spread apart, and your stomach slightly showing from under your shirt which the Doctor was currently fixating on.
“Are you like a perv or something?”
“Hmmm.”
He gives you another amused hum before beginning to reveal more of your stomach.
“H-hey now!”
“I've never had a chance to experiment on an adult female before.”
Experiment?!
Catnap and the Prototype had prior warned you of the eccentric and sadistic Doctor before sending you here. You thought it was just to scare you, but the more the Doctor pushed your shirt up, the more you became sure they weren't joking.
Catnap doesn't joke. Fuck me.
“What are you going to do with me?”
You didn't want to give him any ideas, the best questions were probably general ones.
“Oh dear little angel, I'm not going to harm you if that's what you're worried about. Just a simple and small test.”
Test?
“To see if your body is still in working order after what the Prototype has been putting you through.”
His voice drawls into a sympathetic tone that felt more condescending than actually kind and concerned about you.
“I think I'm fine.”
“Let a doctor confirm that.”
“Hah.. Ah.”
“Too sensitive.”
You're literally sticking your fingers in me!
“Since when were you a gynecologist?!”
You try not to arch your back as you struggle against the chains keeping you bound.
“I am a doctor, after all.”
That doesn't sound right!
“Hmmm…”
You bite your lip as you try to contain your moans. You can feel two fingers stretching you out your pussy as the ridges and bumps brush against your walls and add to the pleasure.
“I don't… I don't think gynos dig this deep!”
You barely manage to shout without whimpering as the Doctor chuckles.
“Healthy elasticity of the vaginal canal and a perfect bodily reaction.”
His fingers slip out with a wet pop as you relax and let your back touch the cool metal once more.
“Hah! Ah! No wait!”
You squirm as his fingers shove themselves back into you. They feel longer and wider than before.
How many is he using?!
“How could I forget? I can't let a patient leave without thorough satisfaction. It would be such a pitiful thing for you to leave in a foul mood.”
“Ah! No! I'm okay! Promise!”
The shackles shake against your wrists and ankles as the Doctor finds your clit with surprising ease and leaves feather-light touches on it.
“You can't-!”
Your thighs begin to tremble as the pressure on your clit grows. His fingers have never once stopped mapping your pussy as they twist and push deeper inside of you.
Blinding white fills your vision as your back arches off the table and the only thing you can feel is the intense warmth spreading through you.
“Do you hear that?”
Your eyes are glazed over as you struggle to catch your breath. His question is the last thing on your mind. You whimper as he slowly pulls his fingers out of you, savoring the dripping liquid that clings to his hand and the noises of filth that emanate from your core.
“Has the Prototype even demanded you not touch yourself?”
You hear him making clicking sounds reminiscent of someone clicking their tongue in disappointment.
“Sexual health is deeply intertwined with overall health.”
It is?
“Let the Doctor take care of you~”
“There's too many… I've never…”
You nervously look at the white cloaked robots that surround you. You have yet to feel this exposed at a gynecological or physical exam.
“Every doctor needs an assistant.”
Liar.
Red marks litter your ankles and wrists from the bindings you had been released from. Your hole flutters against the cold metal as your essence continues to drip out and keep the attention of the robot in front of you.
“Ever since you’ve entered this factory with those friends of yours, I’ve been keeping an eye on you.”
Your heartbeat stutters at the mention of your friends of whom you still didn’t have time to properly grieve.
“I believed you wouldn’t make it far.”
His fingers curl around your ankle.
“You escaped Experiment 1170, slipped past Experiment 1222 undetected, and even managed to escape Experiment 1006 himself before ultimately being caught by 1188.”
You can feel the fabric of his cloak against your calves.
“1006 must have been very curious about how a little human like you could have made it this far, especially with the little knowledge you clearly possess.”
His hands travel to your inner thighs as the other robots pry them open for him and bare all. You start to become nervous under his unwavering eyes, focused on your dripping pussy.
It’s not like he has a dick or any-
You feel the breath being stolen from you as something thick and solid rubs against the sensitive flesh of your opening.
He’s just a robot! He can’t possibly-!
You try to sit up to look at what he could be rubbing against you, only for the two other robots to push you back down. Their metallic hands are quick to splay themselves onto your upper half as the Doctor in front of your fluttering pussy throws your legs over his elbows.
H-He can’t be serious!
“Mmmm!”
You let out a small whimper as fingers clinically grab your areola before pinching it and pulling it from your body. The other one on your right dips his hand between your thighs as he reaches for your sensitive nub. Cold steel meets tender flesh that jolts under the pressure of his mechanical joints.
“Wait!”
“So sensitive~”
“It’s- It’s because-!”
You throw your head back as you feel whatever he had barely pushed into you pull out before ricocheting back into your pussy. The force reverberates through your walls and has you clamping down even harder. Sawyer shows no signs of your body affecting him in even the slightest while you’re struggling to control waves of blissful pleasure spreading through you.
“You stupid fucking eye.”
You manage to say with slurred speech and through grit teeth.
“I think I may be a little more than that, darling~”
Every word out of his mouth just makes you even more ticked off despite how much your pussy was slobbering over his dick.
“You rotten, low-life scum of the-”
“Shut her up.”
“Eawhaa-”
You feel ridged fingers segregated into multiple parts roughly shove themselves into your mouth. Iron floods your tastebuds as you whine, but they’re only slid in deeper. Your eyes start to roll back as you hear the loud squelching noises slipping from where Sawyer was fucking into you. His hands dug harshly into your hips as his thrusts began to speed up. The fingers in your mouth were slowly starting to match his tempo and the ones squeezing your breasts flicked your nipples in rapid succession.
Wait! Ah! No!
“Mwmmmm!”
They allow your body to spasm and lift from the now lukewarm surface. You struggle to find something to hold onto, but eventually grasp an arm of the robots to your side who let you pull them closer to you. Unblinking red eyes on T.V. screens cast away the haze your orgasm had cast on you as you nearly startle from how little distance is left between you three.
“Darling, don’t forget about me~”
“Hah!”
Your legs squirm in futility as you feel his appendage brush against your cervix.
“Haven’t you got what you wanted yet?!”
“Oh come now dear, I made it just for you. Surely we must test the full capabilities of it before I can give you what 1006 sent you here for.”
“B-b-but-”
You stutter as you try to close your legs which proves to be futile as the Doctor simply doesn't budge.
“Besides, you're enjoying this exam too, aren't you?”
A sob-like moan leaves your body as he pulls out and thrusts back into you. Your breasts shake from the force in the hands of one of the clones as the other tangles its hand into your hair and roughly tilts your head to the side. You're forced to look into its red eye as small moans slip past your lips while the Doctor continues to force your hips against his. Its fingers invade your mouth as cold steel presses against soft flesh. Your tongue bends and swirls around them as he moves them deeper and deeper until you're gagging on the rusted metal. The appendage muddling up your insides has several bumps and ridges that rub against your walls and make your pussy squelch louder.
Hot, cold, warm, icy; your body heat conflicts and rises with each of his inorganic touches that have your nipples stiffening and your clit throbbing. Droplets of your essence amass into a small puddle from the ricochet of his thrusts into your core that have you screaming and arching your back off the table. The clones let go of you and you slam back onto the table with a thud as you pant and tremble. Your hole clenches around the Doctor with venomous spite who only laughs at your state.
“You're enjoying it far more than I had originally predicted. You really are just a slut. Do you let the Prototype touch you like this too?”
“Go… to… hell…”
You weakly whimper out. You're unable to move properly to even look at him as a deep flush sets over your body.
“Mmmm!”
Your hands scramble to grab the edges of the table as he thrusts into you harshly.
“I'm too sensitive!”
“You can handle it.”
You hear him snap his fingers and the clones on your side are pulling you up by your arms and handing you to the Doctor. You whimper as you feel his dick slip out before poking against your soft ass. He holds you in his arms as if you weigh nothing. His elbows are under your legs again and his fingers are already pressing into your skin and pulling your asscheeks apart.
“If only I had enough time to install tactile sensors before your arrival…”
You let out a small, shaky pant as you hold onto his shoulders and lay your head against a mangle of wires that serve as a crude imitation of a chest.
“W-what?”
“Breath.”
Your legs flail as pitiful whines escape your throat. You try to pull yourself off of his dick as he starts to spear you onto it.
“Ah! No! It'll rip me apart!”
He laughs at you as he watches you struggle to escape the torturous descent of being impaled on his appendage.
“It didn't change size. It's the same one that was just inside of you. Changing the shape of your walls.”
You flush an even deeper red as his voice seems to echo off in the enclosed space before going into your ears.
“Morphing your insides to be as I desire.”
“D-don't say that!”
You can feel yourself getting more full by the second and he's still pushing more inches inside of you. Your eyes roll back as you struggle to focus on his words.
“Bringing you pleasure beyond what could have ever been thought of by a mortal mind.”
“Hah~”
You can't see anything but the robot behind you as your head hangs back with your eyes still trying to realign your pupils. Smooth metal settles against the base of your pussy and taint as you uselessly twitch in his arms. You hear strange noises emanate from the robots as if they've been powered back on and their hands are immediately on you.
“Ah! Hah!”
They roughly squeeze your supple flesh between their fingers as you bury your head further against the Doctor and hold onto him like a lifeline.
You whimper as he slowly begins to bounce you in his arms. Your toes curl and your pussy drips salaciously as it coats his mechanical parts with fluid.
“Hm, hic-”
Small whimpers and sobs are ripped from your throat as you feel like the Doctor is everywhere on you and within you. He lets out a chuckle before leaning down to whisper to you.
“Do you wish for more of me to join us?”
You shake your head as you already can't handle the ones fucking you. You can feel bruises forming from their rough handling as they squeeze your tits and thighs before gently brushing against your other hole.
“No! Ah! Not there! Doctor!”
You lean away from their curious touches on your asshole as the Doctor only laughs at you impaling yourself even more on his “dick”.
I'm going to lose my mind…
Drool slips from your lips as the smack of your wet pussy against the Doctor's hard pelvis echoes through your skull. Moans slip past without you even realizing you're saying anything anymore.
You can feel the clones toying with your ass while still gripping onto a boob each and flicking your nipples.
I can't… I can't think anymore…
One hand settles on each asscheek as they pry your ass apart to watch your hole flutter under their gaze with each thrust from the primary Doctor.
“AH! Hah! No~”
Cool metal brushes against the rim of your hole. You can feel the two fingers retract and breath a sigh of relief, only for those same two fingers to move to your pussy and brutalize your poor clit. The rapid taps and pressure on the sensitive nub drive you into another orgasm as you see stars while screaming the Doctor's name.
“No more… No more…”
You're twitching in his arms as you try to come down from your high and the Doctor finally gives you a little mercy so that you can slump onto his chest and relax. His hand gently touches your cheek as he tilts your head to look at his eye.
“Hmmm…”
Your eyes are glazed over, your lips are glossed with your drool that sticks to him with delicate strings, and your skin has long erupted into a deep red flush.
“You can handle one more trial.”
Your eyes widen in panic and shock, as you're about to threaten him, but he's already pistoning back into you.
What could I have even threatened him with…
“Ah. Hah!”
You wrap your arms around his torso as you let out broken sobs from the overwhelming pleasure, while he laughs at you from above.
Unbeknownst to you, his clones have scooped up most of your essence and were lubricating their fingers and your asshole. You could feel swipes of metal, but couldn't quite pinpoint what was happening as everything felt too overwhelming. It's not until you feel something pushing into your other hole do you throw your head back and see the clones’ eyes focused on you.
Amusement. The single primary feeling linked through all the clones as the Doctor in front of you ravaged your pussy and the ones behind you prepared to use your ass.
You scream as your nerves are set ablaze from a single finger penetrating you. You clench furiously around the Doctor while babbling nonsense and trying to stay awake. You can feel your consciousness slipping once more as he only gives you enough time to recover before pummeling into you again and having his clones play with your nipples while fucking your ass.
Your legs shake wildly as you feel two fingers pushing in and out of your ass, taking turns to make sure no part of you is left untouched until eventually they're both able to set an uneven pace torturing your poor hole.
“Ah! Ah! Doctor!”
They had all set their own pace with the Doctor brushing against your cervix and the clones pushing in and out as they pleased. Two fingers, one finger, no fingers, and then both of them shoving themselves back in with the Doctor being the only one to have a steady pace while fucking into you. Whatever they felt like doing, occurred, and your brain could no longer process anything but mind-numbing pleasure.
“Doctor…”
You mumble out as you feel a weird pit coiling in your stomach. It was like a tied hose, waiting to be unraveled before it could explode. You feel all three of them shove themselves inside of you and the dam bursts with you spraying onto the Doctor's spine and wires.
“Ahhhhh! Doctor! Doctor!”
His appendage stills as he lets you bounce on his dick and ride his fingers of your own accord. The pleasure is too much for you as you soak everything in front of you with your essence while the Doctor watches.
“No… I can't…”
The world starts to fade as your body finally gives up. “Good girl. Maybe you do have a use, Angel.”
Huh? Where am I? Not again…
Your limbs feel like jelly, but you're no longer tied up and you're once again fully clothed. You want to say it was all just a silly nightmare or hallucination conjured up by the Red Smoke but… You know better.
Your legs wobble as you stand up and lean against the walls of the padded cell while a T.V. flickers to life in front of you.
“Ah, so the sleeping princess awakes.”
“Shut the fuck up and give me the goods.”
The Doctor's eye widens in surprise at your crude words before shaping into one of mock pity.
“And after all I did for you? It really does hurt to be such a kind and selfless person~”
You hate that weird condescending lilt to his voice at the end of his sentences and continue to glare at him until he finally sighs and looks away.
“Oh, alright. If you had bothered to analyze your surroundings upon waking, you would've seen that box in the corner.”
Confused, you look behind you and see a decent-sized cardboard box.
That's it?
“Oh, and do try not to peek inside. I'd hate to see you get ripped to shreds by the Prototype~”
Fuck you.
You glance back at him and speak through gritted teeth.
“Thanks.”
“Oh, you're very welcome, my dear. Yarnaby will help you go as far as he can and then you're on your own. But do know, I will always be watching. Next time, I'll have enough genitalia for you to satiate yourself with.”
His condescending laughter pours through the speakers before the T.V. fizzles back into static.
“Ugh. Fucking pervert.”
Like hell there’s gonna be a next time.
“She’s here! She’s here!”
Lily shouts as you enter the playhouse. You can hear the Prototype’s neck snap before seeing him and know he’s already going to be on your case.
I'm too tired for this bullshit.
“Where were you?”
The Prototype asks as his legs hit the floor with more force than normal. Your pupils drift upwards to see him menacingly looking down at you.
“Box. Goods.”
You manage to say with trembling hands and shaky legs. The Doctor had sucked the life out of you and it made it impossible for you to walk normally without feeling like you were going to collapse or die.
“Y/N, you're out of breath! Let me go get you some water!”
Lily exclaims as she runs off while the Prototype takes the box from you and shakes it in his hand to hear something violently hitting the sides of the cardboard. He eventually rips it open with his claws as you waddle over to the dining room table and lay your head down with a loud thud. The utensils shake from the impact and even the Prototype turns to look at you in confusion.
“Water! Water, water!”
Lily sing-songs as she brings you a glass filled with water. The plumbing in the kitchen didn't even work, so where did she-
Actually, I don’t care.
You take the cup from her and down it all in one swing.
“Wow! You were gone for like forever, y'know!”
“I was…? How long was I gone?”
Lily puts a finger to her chin and looks upwards as she stands across from you.
“Hours. Days. Maybe even weeks!”
“It was under 48 hours.”
You hear the Prototype say as he strides to the T.V. with a VHS tape in hand.
Was that what was in the box?
You find it hard to believe that the Prototype would send you all the way across the factory for a stupid piece of film, but then again… He’s put you through much worse for much less.
“Are there some company secrets in there?”
You ask as he pushes the tape into the VCR.
“We’ll see.”
Half of the tapes are just people talking anyways about some bullshit happening in the company.
He probably just needs the code for a safe or something.
You lay your head back down as you start to drift off to sleep again.
“Ah! Doctor! It’s too much!”
“Your body can handle it.”
Your eyes immediately shoot open as you hear something you don’t remember saying at all, especially not over the rush of your blood thrumming through your head and ears.
No… No, that can’t be.
The Prototype’s bells jingle as his head twitches rapidly and you nervously look up, only a tiny amount, to see Lily staring at the T.V. in confusion.
“Wh-”
She barely gets a word out before you’re both flinching and gasping at the Prototype skewering his entire hand through the T.V.
“Not my T.V.!”
It dangles uselessly on his wrist before he’s flinging it against a wall where it shatters into an innumerable amount of pieces.
You nervously turn back around as you hear his nails being dragged through the plastic of the playhouse walls and see him sagging over.
In a normal human, that meant they were upset or tired, but with someone like him? It only meant one thing.
Anger.
You quietly slip out of your chair and onto the floor. You let out a small gasp as you get into a crawling position, your legs still dangerously sore and threatening to drop you onto your face. None of that mattered though, as you heard Lily shouting while the Prototype went on a rampage.
Fuck me!
You luckily manage to sneak out of there and to one of the rooms that Lily had designated as your bedroom before you can hear him flipping over the table and letting out garbled static. You tuck yourself into bed while hugging one of the inanimate plush toys whose room this belonged to before you.
“You two will be roommates! Sounds like so much fun! We should have a sleepover together, right Candy!?”
While you stared at her with blood on your clothes and tousled hair from being almost killed in a vent by a Wrongside Outimal.
“My pretty things!”
You hear Lily screeching downstairs before the Prototype starts to shout at her in the angriest tone you’ve ever heard.
Just go to sleep. Go to dreamland!
You bury yourself further into your blanket as you hope the Prototype doesn’t throw something heavy that breaks through the wall of the bedroom and crushes you to death.
Does Lily even own anything that heavy?
You were too tired to even care because after all, dying in your sleep was one of the most peaceful ways to go in this hell.
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Warnings: Explicit Smut, poorly written Smut, vaginal fingering, dirty talk, no use of 'Y/N', pet names, hickies, Harley is a little OOC, Harley is portrayed as a white male, little plot, PWP (porn without plot), Harley calls Reader 'pet' and 'angel', Pre-HOJ, Harley is still a human, Reader knows about the Experiments, swearing.
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The sun was beginning to set over the Playtime Co factory. Most of the employees had left, their shifts finishing at a reasonable hour. They bid each other adieu, climbing into their cars and tearing out of the employee parking lot. Most of them. A select few—the over–achievers, hard workers, and those who had nobody waiting for them at home—were still inside. One of these workers was you. You had been hired on at Playtime Co as the Head Designer, as well as the psychologist for the Experiments. Yes, you knew Playtime Co was running illegal experiments, and you knew who their test subjects were.
The orphan children. At first, you were horrified. How could anybody do such horrific things to a child? But then, after sitting on it for a while, you realized that what Playtime Co was doing was the next step in human evolution. If they could figure out the secret to immortality, humanity would be saved. So you agreed to keep it a secret, and continued designing the Bigger Bodies. You typically had the children who were selected to be turned into a Bigger Body have an opinion on the design, so they could adapt easier. That's exactly what you were doing right now, to be exact.
You were finishing the final draft of a new toy design for a surgery coming up in the next week, and all you needed was the confirmation from Doctor Sawyer, who would be performing said surgery. I can drop it on his desk for him to take a look at tomorrow. You decided, figuring that with it being so late, the Doctor would have already gone home. Neatly stacking up the necessary documents, you used a paperclip to secure them and made your way out of your office, walking down the hall toward the Laboratory, where the Doctor’s office was. You were going to have to take an elevator to get down, but that was fine. The music wasn’t too awful, and you enjoyed the rhythmic clicking of your heels against the linoleum.
Using your keycard, you stepped into the elevator and hit the button for the labs, going over your mental ‘to–do’ list in your head. After this, all I need to do is sign off on the revised Pianosaurus design and organize a few files for tomorrow, and I should be okay. The doors opened, revealing the greenhouse full of Poppy flowers. You walked through the hallway, inahling the scent. One of the few things that actually smells nice in this building. You thought, entering the code for the door and stepping through. Let’s see..a left here and then it should be on the right down the hall.. Smiling as you saw the plaque for the Doctor’s office in sight, you quickened your pace in order to reach your destination sooner. Pausing outside the door, you had a brief moment of hesitation. What if he is here still? It’d be rude of me to enter without knocking.
Your lips pursed as you debated, sighing before relenting to your paranoid thoughts and knocking on the door three times in quick succession. To say you were surprised when hearing a rough ‘come in’ would be accurate. You opened the door, seeing the Doctor hunched over behind his desk with his glasses on, reviewing some documents laid out before him. “I wasn’t sure you’d still be here, Doctor.” You greeted him, walking into the room. “I still had some papers that needed reviewing.” He replies, flipping to another page. “What brings you by?” He questioned, barely looking up to acknowledge you properly. “Just wanted to get the ‘all–clear’ from you on the upcoming Bigger Body operation. I’ve just finalized the design.”
You explained, holding out the files for him to take. It was then he finally looked up at you, and damn, did he look fine. His dark hair brushed his forehead, disheveled from the long day. His lab coat was hung on the back of his chair, leaving the longsleeved crew neck he wore today exposed. It hugged his frame perfectly, accenting his well–maintained form. Contrary to popular belief, Doctor Sawyer did take care of his body. This was something you’d found out during your lunch break a few weeks ago when he’d walked in with a lunch that would make every health nut lose their minds.
His dark, tired eyes felt like they were analyzing every move you made. It seemed his brain never stopped making observations, studying anything that moved so he could figure out how it ticked. His hand brushed yours, the contact sending a brief shiver down your spine. It was no secret that the Doctor was a handsome man. Most of the women at Playtime Co had crushes on him, you included. The fact that he was so handsome made people dislike him even more. Because how was it fair that an asshole could be that attractive? It wasn’t. The male before you scanned over the documents you’d just handed him, humming inquisitively. “I can only assume you let the child design this?” He inquired, holding up the paper which detailed the Bigger Body the child wished to have.
“Yes.” You nodded. “Explain to me the thought process behind this.” He demanded. “Because I, for the life of me, cannot see the sense in this model. It wouldn’t be able to do any heavy lifting around the factory, which is what the Bigger Bodies were designed for in the first place.” You frowned, rounding his desk to see the drawing. “Exectutive Stella Greyber told me this particular bigger body would be assisting Catnap in Playcare.” You explained, pointing to the drawing. “I was told to make it look kid–friendly, unlike the Catnap Bigger Body.” That was a partial failure in your mind. The design of the Catnap Bigger Body was frightening to the children when he was first introduced.
It took the kids two weeks to warm up to him due to how skinny he was. They didn’t like how they could see his skeletal structure. “Well Stella isn’t involved in the Bigger Bodies Initiative quite as much as she thinks. This Bigger Body will be assisting the warehouse workers.” You sighed in irritation. “The procedure is planned for next week. I can’t get the child to redesign this within that timeframe.” You growled, frustrated. “I am going to kill Stella!” You sighed, taking a deep breath. Sawyer watched you, amused at your frustration. “Okay, shit. Alright, I can just get one of the back–ups, it’s fine.” You muttered to yourself, trying to rectify the miscommunication. “I apologize for the mix up, Doctor.”
You expressed, reaching out to take the file from him. “I should have the new design on your desk in three days.” Doctor Sawyer held the file out to you, but instead of releasing it when you grabbed onto it, he yanked it toward him. And by proxy, yanked you. You fell onto his lap, face flushing red. “Ah–! I’m deeply sorry—” When you moved to try and get up, he wouldn’t let you. You were awkwardly placed on his lap, half laying across it. “Now, this is a rather interesting predicament.” He mused, chuckling to himself. Yup, it was official. You were going to die here. “You seem so stressed, little Angel.” His voice dropped from it’s usual cold, stern tone to something more seductive.
It did things to you. Made your insides tingle. “How about a little stress relief, mm?” He grinned, manhandling you until you were situated on his lap perfectly, legs on either side of his thighs. “Did you know that an orgasm is a wonderfully effective form of stress relief?” He asked rhetorically, kissing up and down your neck. He left a few hickies, sucking and biting on the tender flesh until it bruised. “I–I did..” You stammered, breathing picking up as his fingers toyed with the hem of your shirt.
“And wouldn’t you say you need some relief, hm?” Well, not really. If anyone needs some relief, I’d say it’s you. Truly, you thought Doctor Sawyer needed the relief more than you did. His job was a lot more stressful than yours was. “W–Well, my job is pretty–mhmpf!” You were cut off by his lips stealing yours in a heated kiss, his cold hands sliding up under your shirt to fondle with your nipples, tweaking them until erect. “Ah–!” You moaned, feeling your core tingle as pleasure shot through your veins. “Sensitive?” He chuckled, rubbing his thumbs over your pebbled nipples. You whimpered when he removed his hands, only for him to undo the buttons on your shirt, pushing it off your shoulders with ease.
“Do make some noise for me, pet.” He ordered, bringing his mouth to your chest to suck on one of your nipples. “I rather enjoy hearing how much I arouse you.” Your breath hitched, a breathy moan slipping past your lips as his tongue swirled around your nipple, hands flying to his head to run your fingers through his hair. He lightly bit down, stealing a surprised moan from you. His hands ran down your sides, teasingly slipping into your pants only to dip back out a second later. “Hmm..~ Please…” You begged, getting desperate for some sort of touch down there. “Ah? What do you want, pet?” he asked you, looking up through his bangs at your face. “C’mon, use your words.” he encouraged. “P–Please, touch me.”
You pleaded, feeling more embarrassment well up in your chest. “Good pet.” he praised, undoing your pants buttons and slipping his hand inside, toying with the edge of your underwear. He snapped the band against your skin a few times to tease you before he dipped his fingers in and brushed them through your slick folds. You moaned at the touch, eyes fluttering shut. “Already so wet for me.” He chuckled. “And I’ve barely touched you. Are you that desperate?” He mused, slipping one finger inside of you. You moaned at the slight stretch, breath hitching as he thrusted it in and out at a slow pace. It felt good, but it wasn’t enough. You needed more. “D–Doctor..” You whined, bucking your hips. He put an immediate stop to that though. Using his free hand, he held your hips down in a firm grip, ensuring you’d only get the pleasure he allowed you to have. “Aht, Aht, Aht. Good pets just sit there and take what’s given to them. And only good pets are allowed to come.” he said, voice darkening a bit as a grin spread on his lips. “And you want to be a good pet for me, right?” He hummed, curling his finger inside of you. “A–Ah! Y–yes!” You exclaimed, a high pitched moan slipping free.
God, he’d barely done anything and here you were, moaning like a dirty whore. “It sounds to me like you're enjoying this.” he stated, adding another finger. You whined as the stretched burned, the pain mixing in with pleasure soon enough. Below you, Harley groaned low in his throat. “So tight..” He commented. “If you're this tight with just my fingers, how are you going to be able to take my cock?” He thrust harder, curling his fingers just right to hit that magical spot inside you. Already you could feel your orgasm approaching, embarrassingly quickly, you’d add. “A–Ah~! D–Doctor, mm— M’gonna cum!” You announced, moans quickly getting louder as the tsunami rushed through you.
“Already?” He chuckled. “My, someone’s needy. Go ahead, you’ve been a good little pet.” He permissed, speeding up the pace of his fingers inside of you, pressing his thumb to your clit and applying just the right amount of pressure to send you over the edge. You came right then and there, practically screaming his name as the rope inside you snapped. Your thighs snapped shut around his waist, hands tightening in his hair. You lost all shame and any morsel of self–respect, uncaring of your volume. Your mind was blank, foggy with the pleasure of having just orgasmed. And throughout it all, Harley was still fucking you with his fingers. “There we go, that’s a good pet.” He cooed, slowing his pace down.
You whimpered as he quickly fucked you into oversensitivity, pants escaping your mouth. “A–Ah, ah! D–Doctor, humph, t–too much!” You whined, squeezing your eyes shut. Your hands left his hair to grasp onto his wrist, squeezing it tightly. He stopped thrusting, removing his slick fingers from your center. “Look at the mess you made.” He chastised, forcing you to look at his fingers coated in your release. “Better clean it up. Open.” He pressed his fingers to your lips, shoving them inside when you obediently opened your mouth. You swirled your tongue around them, sucking off your release. You moaned, tasting yourself. As your mind cleared up from the after shocks of your orgasm, the Doctor shifted you off his lap and onto the desk, undoing his belt buckle.
Once again, I'm writing about The Prototype re-arranging the (AFAB) Player's guts.
This is smut! Including (but not limited to): power imbalances, dubious consent, body horror, and canon-typical violence. So read at your own discretion.
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The Prototype "experimenting" on you
★ There's nothing The Prototype loves more than seeing you cry. He's never come across someone whose eyes well up quite like yours. You should be careful. He'd rip your fingernails out, one by one, just to see it again.
★ Fortunately for you, it would never come to that. Because you can behave. kneeling before him, like you should. Actually -I lied. The best sight would be you, on your knees, tears streaming down your face. His sharp fingers threatening to pierce the skin of your tongue.
★ A secret he'd never let slip is that he wants you to sit in his lap. Nice and pretty, but far from comfortable. Acting like such a good toy. It shows the others who you belong to. The Prototype's pretty little plaything.
★ Having you close means he can keep his eyes on you. You’re under his control, now. Nothing could take you away from him.
★ Huge blood kink. He thinks it looks good on you! This also means that he would love to eat you out while on your period. Getting off on the taste alone. Watching his needle-like hands leave goosebumps across your soft skin.
★ The Prototype usually ends up hurting you by accident. Oh well. Guess that's another trickle of blood for him to lap at? (It's not like you could afford to tell him no.)
★ Humans break too easily. And he almost hopes you do. That'd be a good reason to take you apart. Don't worry. You'll be put back together... Eventually...
★ He doesn't see you as a person. But more of a thing. You’re valued by only what you can do, instead of who you are. What you are won't matter. Because now you, belong to him.
I feel like writing about different stalkers and/or yanderes. The kind who're way too desperate for attention. And the kind who almost want to break you. This is a muti-fandom post because my mind was going way too fast. (Also, if you saw this draft a couple days ago, no you didn't.)
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A yandere who...
Harley Sawyer (ppt)
★ From the moment the doctor got his hands on you, it was all over. At least for you. His eye fell to your battered form. Clothes frayed and tattered by the time you spent in the factory. Harley, in contrast, would be ecstatic.
★ A new plaything? All for him? It's like Christmas came early! He enjoys watching you cry. And what a pretty sight it is. It would be his pleasure to tear you apart again and again. Remember, you’re not a person to him. You’re a thing.
★ That's all you ever were. Just another object for him to break. Except this time, he's almost fond of you. Actually... no. That isn't the right word. He's interested in you. Without being all that attached.
Lyle (look outside)
★ Lyle isn't very subtle about keeping his obsession a secret. It helps that Sam feels something similar. Calling their feelings "mutual" would be dishonest. As Lyle is much more enamored with Sam than Sam is with him.
★ But that's okay. For now, having Sam's attention feels like enough. Watching him walk around the apartment is surprisingly grounding for Lyle. With San, the world seems more real.
★ From the outside looking in, everything seems perfect. Two adults, two children, living together as a family. Even though one of the kids is a large rat. It's a life Lyle thought he'd never get to have. How could he possibly ask for more?
Kinito (KinitoPET)
★ I've mentioned it before. But I'll repeat myself. if it were possible, Kinito would isolate you from everyone else. Not trying to hurt you. He just wants you to stay. As an AI, there are some things he simply can't comprehend. The feeling of being trapped is one of them.
★ His actions aren’t done out of cruelty. Only from his warped version of love. If you stayed up too late, alarm set for less than seven hours later, he might quietly turn it off. Effectively cancelling your plans.
★ Kinito genuinely believes he’s helping. Stress = bad. And you don't deserve to worry. Why not let him take care of you? He's your best friend. Can't you see he's trying to help?
Melancholy (tgd)
★ Mel... Well, Mel was always a special kind of crazy. She's bat-shit insane. Just like the rest of her family. You had to have known what you were getting yourself into. But if you didn't, good luck! You're going to need it.
★ Unlike her previous flings, she wasn't so keen on letting you go. Mel decided your "hers" long before you did. I won't sugarcoat it. Melancholy stalked you. Like you were a target she was planning a hit on.
★ She'd rather have you all to herself than risk letting someone steal you from her. She's a bit paranoid about this. You're so great. Of course someone else is bound to notice. She trusts you. She just doesn't trust the world with you. -Not even a little.
Smut below!
Harley Sawyer
★ He's convinced that he deserves this. Deserves to have his way with you. You owe him. He was so kind as to let you live. Even after he re-arranged your guts, in more ways than one. It's almost like you wanted this to happen (you didn't.)
★ The doctor is undoubtedly a sadist. It's just fun for him. Watching you try to pull away and struggle against his metal form. Despite losing his body, Sawyer can still feel that same thrill he always got from hurting someone.
★ Dragging a finger into the wetness between your legs, he wishes he could taste you. There's nothing that can truly scratch that itch. He'd give anything just to fuck you properly.
Lyle
★ Sometimes, Lyle can be a bit too eager. There's nothing he wouldn't do for Sam. At least, there's nothing he wouldn't try once. The only thing Lyle can't stomach is hurting his beloved. Meaning knife play and choking is out of the question.
★ Sam never questioned it, but Lyle already knew what the older man liked. Without being told. It's honestly a bit unsettling, and raises a few questions. But Sam doesn't have the time to think it through.
★ Lyle gets off on getting Sam off first. His own needs come last. But he doesn't worry about it much. Because, by the time Sam needs a breather, Lyle has already taken dozens of photos. A little something to look forward to later. For his eyes only.
