Thought about what would happen if the Prototype got jealous of you. Because Poppy, his sister, clings to you like a lifeline. And it makes him think about his father.
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The Prototype and Poppy's angel
★ Those who know him would whisper that he's a narcissist -and he absolutely is. But it's unclear if the Prototype was born this way, or if it's something learned. Because being treated like a god would warp anyone’s sense of self.
★ He's become very desensitized to violence. Never flinching at the sound of bones snapping. Flesh being pulled apart, and falling to the concrete floor with a wet thud. He doesn’t even look down.
★ Empathy is reserved for toys who obey. Even then, it's in limited supply. The Prototype doesn't care who survives. Say a toy scurries beneath his six legs. He'll make it quick and stab them in the chest. Killing fast.
★ People -outsiders, they're not shown that same kindness. When the Player stepped into his heaven? He knew you were meant to die slow.
★ Everything he does is for the benefit of himself and Poppy. Although he ends up hurting her more than anything else. In his mind, he knows what's best for her. She's just a child that needs to be corrected, guided and controlled.
★ When she forces his hand, (doesn't follow along,) it's Poppy's fault Prototype to hurt her. The blame falls on her. Every time. She should've listened to him. Now look at what she made him do? It's all her fault.
★ The fact Poppy dragged an outside into what he considers a family matter is insulting. To him, she's using you as a shield. Reminds him of how Poppy used to hide behind their dad. She would cry. And Elliot would tell her it'd be okay.
★ But his dad isn't here anymore. It was frustrating then, and still is now. Poppy clings to you the same way. That... doesn't sit well with him. But he refuses to admit he's jealous.
★ The Prototype tells himself you aren't important. Only a temporary problem. She'll lose interest in you, soon enough. The only reason Poppy likes you is because she needs you.
★ You're a real pain, you know that? A playmate he didn't ask for. And while it is fun toying with your life, he knows that all good things must come to an end.
★ As you sink into the poppy gel, the world becomes numb around you. He hopes you'll understand what a mistake coming back here was when the light leaves your eyes... What he didn't know was that you had more friends than he thought.
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.
pairing: prototype x gen!reader
tags: after the events of the train cutscene, alternative ending, reader fearing the prototype, sadistic prototype, i hope people has that same fear that I feel when I was watching C5 cause my heart was beating so fast, short
a/n: after watching chapter 5, i immediately made this (of course with lots of distractions like.. looking at his cutscenes.. and harley sawyer's.. a million of times) also there have been a massive influx of notes on my harley sawyer fic, thank you all!
I also want to clarify that there is age discourse about him and I want this to be a respectful space for discussion, I'm currently unsure on what he truly is but I would love to discuss about him lore and headcanon wise !
Adrenaline makes anybody run on a thready string of their own pulse, ligaments ready to split from the sheer fear of whatever they've seen. Inevitably, they run through the door which death humbly waits; snuffing out the light of hope that shouldn't have existed once anybody walks to this den named "Playtime Co".
You have sunken deep in hell. Even when Giblet's triumph exclaims and Poppy's panicked mutters echo through your head, you know one thing is certain and it didn't need to be said.
In a factory where anything can happen, the tormentor, the shadow of the factory that often fleets to one corner and another had enveloped all of you in an eerie smile of victory.
Giblet could feel the blood pounding in his ears, shaking like a dog kept in the cold rain as he stumbles over the rubble to hide. The false sense of security couldn't steer clear of the high level threat just a shoulder away.
"It can't.. he.."
He couldn't muster another word, choked with fear with his hands gripping his little head tight. Poppy had hurried over the door darting on her knobby legs with all her might, an expected look for her angel to stay right behind her.
It was like a flash, the Prototype fast on your heels until you felt your legs give out.
"No! Don't let him-"
His spider legs crawled close now, inching slowly. He can take as much time as he so pleases when he sees such an expression on your face he finds delightful, his elongated claws just hovering down to your face.
In a brutal swipe, 1006 had slammed Poppy's body back against the doors, her head lolling to the side. An audible crack was heard, it was done to ensure she didn't get away as seen as how she had passed out. There was no time for him to be gentle especially since he had something else on his mind. His eyes then fleet over to you, slightly curled on the ground, palms flat against the ground as you tremble uncontrallably, blood crusting against your nails.
The tips of his talons poke into your cheeks, drawing blood that dripped down to the ground. Lightheadedness starts stabbing your skull. You've faced many trials in this one night indubitably but fear had sucked the fight from your body. He watches your chest heave, up and down. The yellow glow of his eye moves to and fro and you feel the cold, metallic hand against your chest and it makes your throat gasp out a sorry noise of dismay.
"What's wrong? Why has The Butcher stopped?"
"I feel it, that thumping against your skin.."
Cold eyes stare at your form which twists in hysteria, it was nothing like the human that braved through the levels of this cursed factory reeking of blood and grime. He lets out a deep, distorted laugh.
He presses deeper, the sharp metal imprinting into your skin and palpating the area where your weary heart remains . He coos, utterly entertained.
"Ah, your heart beat's picking up. Do I scare you, butcher?"
It was almost pathetic because you cry, howling out in cracks when he holds the back of your body to examine you much closer.
1006 articulates his words with a drawl of somebody playing with their food between their fingers. He watches your head twitch with hesitation to lift up and truly look at him. Truthfully, after the smiley faces of all the Bigger Body initiatives, they hold atleast a modicum of need for their own survival while the Prototype was the main reason their survival had ended. 1006 looked the part of a scary bed time story, one you'll never forget as you grow because that sinister maw filled with teeth that will never unshow itself sets an unsteady rhythm of unease in your heart.
An inkling he had was his appearance which he revelled in. You reacted akin to the children he had the pleasure to meet before sewing them inside out with his meticulous hands.
He gets real close on purpose, a clink and scrape of his legs against the floor. His breath swiping against your face.
"Boo."
That distorted hiss made your sweat trail down your face as you shut your eyes yet you still see him in the dark recesses of your mind. It was sick that he acted the part of a spider tangling you deep in its web except he commits it in such a bestial way. He knew he has won, gripping the prize in his hand until saliva bubble out of your lips.
"No!"
You couldn't stay strong anymore, your body weak from exhaustion. Stamina long gone with an aching body that yearns for consumption that you physically feel yourself grow limp in his hands.
His tactic on frightening you with keeping his face close was heinous, making you flail pathetically. He opened his nightmarish jaw matching a monster ready to devour his meal but what does he do instead?
Poppy's voice came from him in a mocking crackle, he shakes you slightly in his hold, toying with what he had watch scurry and leap throughout the factory. The Prototype thought you'd last longer, however he stares at the fight in your eyes dissipatating like red smoke. Long strands of spit seeps down your lips from the pure fatigue settling into your bones. In a last attempt to get away, you push his face back.
He tilts his head to the side to slightly nip at your finger, those crooked, vile teeth just inches away from snapping off a joint. It instilled more terror into you that this boogeyman will hurt you or worse to get closer to his goal now that he had the Butcher right in his grasp.
Your bloodshot eyes fleet to Poppy, her precious face already so shattered by the horrors of the night and Giblet who kept his head down in the precense of the feared experiment. Teeth bite down harder on your tendons, moving to include the rest of your hand. 1006 seemed to want only your eyes on him. Those trembling eyes he had begun to savour struggling to stay open.
"Don't be scared, I can finally fix you."
The pallor in your face deeply seetles, a jeer back at tea time with a mighty guffaw rumbling out of him. You felt yourself getting carried off, along with Poppy whom he stuffed into your bloodied jacket to fit snugly for the ride.
A soft, uncharecteristic chuckle soon follows, he watches you lose consciousness in his arms, tracing the drool on your chin and letting it slip between his claws. Poppy nestles onto your chest so devastatingly at peace, moving ever so slightly to the Prototype's janky movements.
Giblet looks up once when he heard the telltale shift of clinking, he grips his chest now that the inevitable is here. The Prototype took you and Poppy deep into his lairs, doing god knows what. It made all hope that had remained inside him shatter since it takes him back to square one.
With a haunting trill, he stalks into the darkness, finally with the two possessions he wished to have in a very long time. A lot of emotions run through his disfigured body but what he felt at that moment matched his mad, petrifying face; mania.
Being The Prototype's Orphan Obsession Would Be Like This...
A/N: Since you were not ultra-specific on what kind of fic you want I took it to a very lovely weird place :)
Just a sidenote: every character I write fanfic for is as close to canon as possible. I don't fluff up villains beyond recognition.. but then I don't need to 🙃
CHAPTER 5 SPOILERS AHEAD!!
🌀• This guy here is some very specific type of yandere 🫠 And I'm not talking about "iLySm i would KILL for YoU 😔". I'm talking about: "I have built this sanctuary. I will not let you throw it away." That's the Prototype.
🌀• Now if I've got this right and correct me if I'm wrong, Prototype was originally an orphan called Oliver, adopted by Elliot Ludwig, only to be experimented on as the first in efforts directed solely to Poppy's benefit. Highly intelligent, highly annoying, borderline unstoppable.
🌀• So with you on the scene? Let me first break down why I've chosen orphan instead of an ex-employee. Because, put simply, you might as well just be the Player if you're an ex-employee and see how they're treated by him in Chapter 5. Or if you're an ex-employee that happened to help or show kindness to him before, you need to watch the restricted salvation vid Mob leaked, because from that you can see the only gratitude you'll get is being stuffed inside a toy and then you're even 💀
🌀• An orphan, though? That's different. Absolutely undeniably different.
🌀• Ollie was an orphan. Ollie was adopted. Ollie was used. Ollie was abandoned. So, if you're an orphan yourself, brought up by the warped, sickly sweet mentality that Playtrime trains into the heads of their young, something about you must be at least slightly different. Theo was "troubled." What are you?
🌀• It's not necessarily a romance. And not really a childhood sweethearts kind of trope, because that would be flattening things. Experiment 1006 was said to be extremely, unusually intelligent. He's scarily obsessive. He put forward the Hour of Joy, he's the dictator and the as of yet undefeated string-puller deep in the heart of Playtime Co's abandoned factory. It'll never be just a simple crush or fixational friendship. It's a lot of things, compressed into one huge, orderly mess.
🌀• Ollie chose to connect to Poppy via telephone. He can mimic and personify anyone he chooses. So with you, he might've used the same method to meet, if it was effective enough for you specifically. Otherwise, there might be notes turning up under the pillow of your bunkbed in Home Sweet Home. Or maybe you have an "imaginary friend" like Theo did. And if you and Theo were around near the same time, then chances are Catnap will be a frequent shadow to pretty much anything you do, anywhere you are.
🌀• You'll be told repeatedly that you're special. The Prototype doesn't hide his fixations. He leans on them. Tests them out. Builds around them. Then builds for them.
"They won't make you go to the Game Station today. Play with me instead. For you, I'll always be here, right behind you."
🌀• Quite literally 🧍♀️
🌀• That's usually the peak of it. Instructions that read as encouragement and persuasion through little written notes or phone calls in the night, eyes on you in dark corners of the class while Miss Delight teaches. If another orphan picks on you, it does not last. It lasts that one and only time. And then their number coincidentally comes up greenlit for experimentation.
🌀• But then The Hour of Joy happens. And things change.
🌀• Maybe the day The Hour takes place is on your birthday. Things that seem coincidental at a glance, except you can do nothing but stare at them. The voices stop echoing, the notes stop coming, and sure enough, while you and the rest of the orphans are hiding, they're all taken down to the pit of the factory to get to their Better Place... leaving you behind. You, The Bigger Bodies, a few struggling surviving Critters, and The Prototype.
🌀• If your feelings towards "Ollie" change once you come face-to-face, if, when you realise that those sweet, glitching voices actually belong to a mechanical, cunning, spiteful failsafe of an experiment, you would have rather steered well clear and kept your innocent attention and kindness to yourself rather than letting him remember every single instance you gave it...
🌀• It doesn't change a thing.
🌀• The more you push, the more you will be restrained. The more you deny, the more you will be coerced into accepting. The more you shout, the more you lose your voice. If your words are anything but what they were before, he will not take them seriously. That is the simple truth of the matter.
🌀• This "paradise" he's making of the factory was inspired in ways only he processed and allowed, solely by you. Every time you smiled at something he said or did for you before, it made him just as determined to craft his pleasure into the dying walls of Playtime. All the white noise of the creatures around you must stay white noise.
"Otherwise, we'll be left with nothing. And infinity will be lonely."
🌀• Or maybe he's not trying hard enough. There must be a reason besides him that you want to leave. And so he'll give you what he thinks you'll need. What he's decided. If you keep running, he'll carefully craft a case, a holding cell, filled with the Cat's red fog to keep you calm. If you're nervous and big-eyed, you'll never be alone anywhere in the factory.
🌀• Catnap, while he's still there, will be the most frequent Body to keep you company when The Prototype expects it. Riding slowly high up on a ginormous purple cat's back is definitely an experience. Huggy is a guard, and if there's any part of the factory that is not for you, he'll be the one standing right in your way so that you'll know it.
🌀• You have to understand that he is not soft in the traditional way. But then he isn't emotionless either. He was human once, a boy once, with a found family, almost, even if he doesn't choose to dwell on it, or admit to it aloud. But to The Prototype, you are the only pure thing left in this world. His world. And so this world will be a safe shrine of a home for you both. The only home.
🌀• The toys left behind see you and hesitate. Even if you're the gentlest, most caring person the factory has ever seen - which is undoubtedly the case - they would rather keep their distance when there are eyes everywhere than be in the red zone of being the Prototype's next target.
🌀• He will make it all better. He can fix you.
🌀• If we're going to love language and affection, the top of the list would definitely be quality time. He's always, always there. Inescapable. And if he's not physically there, his power goes far beyond his physical self. He knows every inch of Playtime's factory, and has a tether on almost every living toy in its depths. They'll talk. Because they're starving.
🌀• For The Prototype, softening is rooted in priority. Softness for him would look like moving you out of danger first. Deftly attacking others mid-sentence if they threaten you. Adjusting plans slightly, or sometimes recreating them altogether, to keep you intact. Ignoring reports until your name is mentioned. Dozens of analysis books that are volumes analysing you. Keeping broken things you've touched.
🌀• Not praise. Not warmth. Just preferential protection. And if something collapses in the factory, he wouldn't be glitching your name. He would already be there.
🌀• If you happen to be a little more cooperative with The Prototype's plans and settled as much as you can be on his obsession with you, it just makes things all the more easier for him. It still doesn't change anything. You're still watched, studied, talked to through long hours until he decides you're tired, and Red Smoke starts filling the room.
🌀• He's not much of a hugger... mainly because it's difficult to do that and not be basically impaled 🫠 but he still doesn't ask before he does things. He won't hurt you - not on purpose - but there's nothing stopping him from picking you up and relocating or moving you around however he decides to in any moment. He knows his power, and he's confident in it.
🌀• You'll be well-looked after, in the sense that you'll have more than enough food to eat while the rest of the factory's toys struggle. If you offer any of your food, or provisions you're given, to those who are going without up above, it will almost definitely be noticed. And depending on who you've given it to, you'll either be punished in a specific way for it, or just seen as more proof of being such a pure, perfect being.
🌀• And if anyone touches you, especially any Outsider...
Part 1: HERE Part 2: HERE Part 3: HERE Part 4: HERE
MASTERLIST: HERE
GENERAL DISCLAMER: gender-neutral reader, mild description of gore, obviously not canon-accurate (more obvious with the x-reader sections) and just general Harley behaviour.
a/n: i don't write headcanons very often, even more so as an x-reader headcanon shots post of all things, and it isn't properly proofread... BUT i hope someone will still enjoy this!!
human!harley in the workplace.
・Avoids touch and interaction like the plague, always gives the excuse of ‘being hygienic around operating spaces’ and whatnot, but everyone just thinks he's a big germaphobe.
・Leith Pierre once hung his arm around Harley’s shoulder one day, and Harley shoved the man off and barely spoke for the rest of the day. Was also very cranky.
・He's pretty closed off, usually sticking to his office, except for the times he needs to go out and operate on a toy or report things to the executives. If it were up to him, he would move the operating room to his own office and just tell the executives to piss off.
・The screams of the children didn’t bother him whatsoever. In fact, he's felt confused whenever any of the new scientists get visibly upset or uncomfortable when seeing what he’s having to do. It's just a normal day for him.
・Becomes overwhelmed and upset when he's denied something. Control over his workspace? Deadlines? New details only being revealed to him later on? This man is fuming.
・Takes his own revenge when he knows he’s able to do things and the executives can’t stop him. Gets a little cocky when he knows he’s done something and Leith or Eddie can’t fire him over. After all, he knows they need him for this project.
・Is very particular with his foods (ahem- sweet pickles dilemma) picky eater, and such. Due to this, is probably at least malnourished in some categories, and is also worsened because of his work conditions and tendency to overwork to perfection.
・A perfectionist and a neat-freak, obviously.
human!harley with the player/you!
・Thinks of his associates and colleagues as ‘pests’ if you will. None quite up to his level of expertise, but also painfully annoying to be around.
・Except you, somehow.
・He doesn’t find you quite as overbearing as everyone else in this dreadful company, but still not as great as he is. (This man has an ego the size of the sun.)
・He knows a thing or two about you simply by observing the way you go about your day. (The style in which you write down notes, the way you hold your pen, and how neat your handwriting is.)
・Ask him about it, and you’ll get shut down immediately.
・Similarly, it's also easy for you to understand Harley and how he likes getting things done. (How he wants things to be laid out, how he formats his reports, and his severe dislike of sweet pickles.)
・It's also easier to get in trouble less. If you'd mess up, albeit in an experiment mishap, pissing off executives, arguing, or making a big scene in front of other scientists.
・You would, somehow, not get any punishment whatsoever. Maybe a small lecture from Harley if he's having a bad day, rambling on about what it does for his reputation as you're technically associated with him, but 95% of the time, nothing.
・If he noticed you having a bad day, he wouldn't particularly know what to do (he has no perception of emotional intelligence), but he would probably give you space, found out through trial and error.
・He'd never admit to giving you a concerned glance, finishing any leftover paperwork of yours, or getting you out of situations, but he does care, in his own, creepy, distant way.
doctor!harley with the player/you.
・'The Doctor' Harley is much different to how you once knew him. He's lost his compassion for you and essentially only kept his pity for you.
・The moment he laid his eyes on you through the security cameras, it was like a sense of deja-vu struck him. He never thought he'd actually see you again; he thought you were killed off during The Hour of Joy. Then again, the Prototype always liked a good joke to piss him off.
・Once he decided to monologue through the speakers to you, he watched for your reaction, hoping to see if he could sense a change in your stance or behaviour.
・He was almost about to empathise with your struggles. He noticed your limp, the way you shook and shuddered after every step; he notices a lot of things. More than anything, he was interested in seeing a human after all this time.
・If you were to manage to wrangle your way into his domain, he wouldn't be surprised, but secretly hiding his excitement. He'd access your person, seeing no resemblance to his thoughtful assistant who once used to brighten up his mornings, bring him his coffee, and stress out about his working habits.
・He would find a weak, wounded little bird who only managed to make their way here due to bizarre circumstances and luck. If he didn't pity you before, he does now.
・Depending on the events that occur, he might just take you in as his own personal project, figuring out what makes you tick. He might just leave you to defend yourself against the monsters in this hellhole and watch as you struggle.
・One thing's for sure, he isn't the same Harley as he was 10 years ago, and you can't change him. The only thing you can do is learn how to live with it or abandon him like he once abandoned his own feelings for you. No one could ever love a monster like him, after all.
a/n: this probably won't get very popular since the release of chapter 4 was monthssss ago, but i still wanna show Harley some love!!
edit: chapter 5 released... HE LIVES!! also theres a lot more of you now who liked this fic, hello!
AN: Fandom so miserable that I almost didn't post this 💀. It's actually so depressing how much potential this game had before it took THAT route 🥀
Word Count: 3k+
Click-clink.
You try to stay clear-headed as you hear its mechanical joints grinding together along with a piston or something shifting from air pressure.
“Do you really think you can HIde ForEveR?”
You shiver as you hear that creature’s voice glitching out again.
Is it broken…? Does that even matter?!
You don’t know what it is besides that it’s sentient and dangerous. You had barely managed to escape with your life once more while sliding back into the vent, but now that you've seen it twice, It seemed to be some sort of metal spider mixed with a jester. A jack-in-the-box? Whatever! None of that mattered besides you finding your way out of here!
You and your friends were always exploring abandoned haunts as a random hobby you all had picked up and this time you four had plotted to break into the desolate Poppy Playtime factory. It was randomly brought into the conversation as you were all watching a sports game together when one of you had mentioned the toy their aunt had given them in their childhood.
“Yeah man, it was like some fluffy purple cat.”
“Wait, I think I know what you’re talking about.”
“Shit. They also had that doll called Peony Playhour?”
“You mean Poppy Playtime.”
“That’s what I said.”
After reminiscing on your old memories and doing minimal research because it felt like the company had just disappeared off the face of the planet, which it kind of did, you all decided to pack your bags and go on a road trip to see what had truly occurred to cause the factory to just close one day.
Wewooooo!
Your friend whistles as he manages to turn on his flashlight and you all follow suit.
“Ah man, I remember Huggy Wuggy.”
“Bet you hugged him to sleep every night~”
“Did not.”
Your friends shove each other as they play around, while you could only scrutinize your surroundings. The place wasn’t nearly dusty or destroyed enough to be considered abandoned… Everyone was having a good time and you didn’t want to ruin it, but there was still a strange atmosphere present in the area. It almost felt like you were being watched.
“Do you guys get a feeling that something bad happened here?”
“Obviously, genius. Why else would they close a thriving factory with millions of dollars in profit?”
“Right…”
You huff as you’re easily dismissed by the others, but even they begin to feel the oppressive weight of the factory on their minds. It’s not until you all encounter a giant door with a heavy lock on the front do they finally decide to call it a night. The strange poppy flower painting and the numerous scribbled writings of “Turn back” send chills down your spine.
“I can't believe they also painted the toys with blood and hung ‘em.”
They laugh, but you notice that the paint on the door isn't at all like the ones stained on the toys’ bodies. The splotches have turned a deep brown in some spots, oxidization, it was definitely blood. You were sure of it.
“I bet Y/N’s happy.”
“Yeah, yeah.”
You try to keep a calm mind and a steady hand as your flashlight trembles in your grip while you walk behind them.
“Why so jumpy? We said we were leaving.”
They laugh at you as one of them throws an arm around your shoulders to try and lighten you up. It's not until you all reach the inner main lobby do you notice that something's amiss: the Huggy Wuggy mascot in the center platform is gone.
“Was I daydreaming an 18-foot blue plushie?”
“Nah bro, it was definitely there…”
You quickly turn off your flashlight as your hand begins to shake even more. The lights from your friends’ flashlights are enough to pave a clear path anyways.
“Hey, what's that?”
One of your friends asks as he points his flashlight at the entrance you all came from. Blue fur, spindly limbs, and a mouth no longer curled into a cute smile but instead split open to show rows upon rows of teeth greet you.
“Heeek!”
He drops his flashlight and within a second he's grabbed by the creature. You all watch in shock as Huggy Wuggy lifts your friend into the air before shoving half of him into his mouth.
Krsh. Krsh.
“He… He just…”
Its dark pupils slowly slide in its glassy eyes until it's focusing on the rest of your group.
Run.
You don't wait a second as your legs are on auto-pilot while the creature charges at the rest of your friends who also separate and scatter. A tactic you all would usually partake in when the police would find you all trespassing on private property.
I knew this was a bad idea! I knew it! I knew it!
You hear the creature’s inhuman shrieks fading in the distance as you run into random rooms to hide. You eventually find yourself in the mini warehouse and take cover behind a pile of boxes next to the stairs.
Control your breathing! Control your heart rate!
But how could you when you hear the doors slamming open and one of your friends screaming in a panic. You've never heard someone shout for their life before, at least not outside of movies. Nothing could replicate that desperate wailing being ripped straight from a person’s chest, nor the sound of that monster's teeth sinking into them as it grabbed her and, you assume, broke her into two. The sickening squelching noises make your stomach twist as you try not to cry and/or vomit. Bones crack like twigs while blood sprays so far that it barely misses you and instead hits the wall behind you. Her body hits the floor with a thud as you close your eyes and try to think of something else, anything else, except the situation you were currently in. A small sob almost escapes you as you hear the creature dragging her away and out of the stairwell. You're too afraid to move. You think you could just wait here forever and die a more peaceful death than whatever the plush monster had in store for you.
Time passes eerily slow as quiet settles over the factory once more. You hug your knees closer to your chest as you sniffle, but refuse to cry.
Did he leave…?
You think about popping your head out from behind the boxes to look, but you can’t without at least one sign you’ll be okay.
“Is that all of them?”
What?
A charismatic voice echoes from outside the storage room and you're compelled to leave your hiding spot to see what's occurring.
That's a man's voice. It's a person!
But instead you're greeted with something even more horrifying. A man-made horror beyond your comprehension with needles for hands and mechanical spider-legs for a lower body stands in front of Huggy Wuggy. You try not to look at it as much as possible or your friends skewered on its fingers, opting to keep your eyes on the large blue doll instead.
“Good job, HugGY WuggY!”
Their voice switches to that of a small child before distorting into something that could only be described as demonic static while your legs tremble from behind the wall.
“Now remember, find the last one as well. We cannot let any intruders into our paradise!”
Huggy Wuggy gave a small guttural growl in response before walking off with heavy footsteps. The creature looks around momentarily and you duck your head back behind the wall. The tips of its legs click against the floor before the sound of the remnants of your friends being dragged away reaches your ears.
They're going to eat them. And then me.
The situation is hopeless. You've been waiting for that stupid, murderous, giant ball of fur to wander off somewhere else, but instead it's just been getting more and more mad while pummeling things in the lobby out of frustration. The plaque describing Huggy Wuggy is bent sideways as he punches at everything else that surrounds him. His irritation is nearly hitting his peak as he's unable to find you.
Stupid doll.
You internally groan as you slide back down into your new hiding spot.
That creature is his boss. That shit was not a toy.
You wonder what on earth that thing could have even been. It was perfectly emulating all manners of human speech and mannerisms unlike Huggy who seemed to be a somewhat mindless plush monster. You shake your head.
Not empty-headed, that thing is just feral.
You hear him screeching even louder as he bashes his fist through another wall.
And angry beyond belief, fricking loser.
You wait. And wait. And keep waiting.
It's been hours now and you were starting to feel cramped. If you couldn't escape through the main entrance, then maybe there was another way.
You end up hiding and sneaking your way back into the storage room warehouse and find an open ventilation shaft.
Cobwebs cover the front and the entirety of the internal pathways of the vents are most likely filled with rats and spiders…
You sigh but this is what you signed up for when you came here with your friends. Exploration and adrenaline that could fulfill your guys’ curiosity for years to come!
What a waste. I need to find a way out.
You brush aside the cobwebs with a small toy block before quietly placing it to the side and going into the ventilation shaft. It's not as tight a fit as you would expect. Someone could even crouch run in here if they wanted to.
Wanted to? More like if you needed to.
“Ugh…”
You groan softly as you make your way through the labyrinth of steel and stale air as Huggy continues to throw a tantrum beneath you.
If he's screaming in the inner lobby area, then maybe this way?
His screams become a thing of the distant past. More like the past hour as you continue to crawl through the vents with aching hands and sore legs. You start to realize that the vents are going on for way too long. That this couldn't possibly be the way to the main entrance past the inner lobby. You must've gone the wrong way and deeper into the factory…
Small groans slip past your lips as you lay your head on the slightly lukewarm metal of the ventilation shaft.
Fuck. I should just go back down to the ground and figure out where I am first.
You crawl further in and find a grate that you could easily kick open. Through the gaps, you can see a room filled with pillows and an empty glass case.
What could this room even be for? What the actual fuck is happening in this factory.
You maneuver your body around before easily kicking the grate open and pushing yourself into the room. The wallpaper is peeling and it smells weird, but it's oddly cozy. It’s much more comfortable than whatever the hell was going on in the front of the factory. You walk close to the glass case to confirm that it's indeed empty. Nothing small lays on the pillow nor is there even an indent of something ever having been placed on it.
“Why would they have a place like this in a toy factory…?”
“Why indeed?’
You close your eyes as you exhale and wonder if you have enough time to run back into the vent and crawl away.
Probably not. Probably yes. Your legs feel like jelly, but you manage to dive into the vent before the ends of the creature's legs stop in front of the opening.
A man’s soothing voice plays from it.
“Come back to me, won't you?”
Fuck no!
You can hear its joints creaking as it bends down to take a better look at you, but you're already well on your way out of the room and unfortunately, further into the factory.
“A little mouse has made its way into the walls! We'll find you~”
A woman's voice sings-songs to your back as you shudder and try to ignore it. A factory this large must have had fire escapes, right? Surely, you can exit through one of those.
Wrong. So wrong. You're in disbelief as you find yourself even deeper in the factory.
Why the fuck is there an orphanage at the fucking core of the earth?!
You wander around as your feet sink into the fake grass and fans work overtime to mimic spring breezes. You glance at the numerous buildings nestled under this dome and the amount of overturned furniture in disbelief.
Nope. I need a break.
You sit down on a scratched up chair as you think of how you really need to start doing more thorough research before visiting abandoned buildings.
Like I would ever do this shit again!
You stop yourself before you can think of “and with who”...
Now wasn't the time for grief. You needed to focus on survival, especially with the way you shuddered at how that thing was most likely actively looking for you with its giant goons.
To any higher being that’s listening, please let Huggy be its only dumb goon after me!
You pray knowing full well, that Huggy Wuggy was probably only the first one with ten more waiting for you, each more awful than the last. It didn't hurt to have some hope in an awful situation, even if that hope was being chased down by two gruesome monsters instead of four.
The claw marks left behind on the head of the chair are huge and you can feel the indent of the missing wood on your back, but you feel like there’s probably more pressing matters.
Maybe that creepy boss thing did this?
You groan as you wonder how much longer you can keep gaslighting yourself into thinking everything is going to be okay. Your head is in your hands when you feel a looming shadow pass over you.
“Leave Playcare.”
You jump as you hear a raspy, whispered voice that seems to come out of nowhere.
“Or I'm coming for you.”
You almost spin in circles as you look for the source of the voice.
… Did it just tell me to leave?
“Can you lead the way then?”
Silence.
“I said I want to leave!”
You still see nothing in the shadows or the light nor hear the strange voice telling you to go away again.
Maybe I imagined it?
You wouldn’t be surprised, but just to make sure.
“I said I want to-!”
You gasp and stumble backwards as purple fur and eyes that resembled pitch-black voids stare at you from not even a centimeter away.
It's… It’s a cat.
You realize as you continue to back away from it while on your bruised behind on the floor. Your nerves start to go haywire as it just keeps watching you. It's entire mouth could swallow you whole in one bite. He almost looked even bigger than Huggy Wuggy.
This must be my fault for wishing for him to be the only dumb goon instead of the only goon…
“A-are you going to help me leave?”
You tremble as you ask it while rising to your feet. It mimics your actions as it also stands to its full quadrupedal height. But it doesn't answer you. The crescent moon on its collar jingles as it turns and begins to walk away from you.
“S-so do I follow you?”
It doesn't respond to your second question either. You sigh and decide to trail after it anyways solely because it didn't kill you when it clearly could have.
It leads you further into dark corners of Playcare as you struggle to see anything, only the swishing of its tail and the jingling of its collar keeps you on track. You stumble and trip eventually, grabbing onto its tail by accident. It stops walking right then and there. Its eyes glow in the dark as it looks back at you with that permanent wide mouth smile.
“Sorry, I tripped…”
You immediately let go of its soft tail and it's turning back around and continuing its trek.
Quiet… He's scheming something. There's no way, he isn't. Why did I have to run into something sentient again…
“I've brought her.”
“Good job, Catnap!”
You close your eyes as you smile in acceptance once you process whose or what’s voice you’re hearing.
I'm actually gonna die.
Fooled by an overgrown purple cat into walking straight into a death trap. You almost want to laugh at how absurd that sounds if it weren’t for an amalgamation of children's nightmares walking up to you with its own laugh.
“What a cute little thing! You've survived for so long all on your own!”
Catnap sits quietly as he patiently waits for a new command. His tail curled around in the empty space behind you to prevent any escape back to Playcare.
“And you listened to Catnap and didn't have to be dragged! Good job!”
You feel disgusted at being complimented by some creature that made you feel sick by just looking at it. It leans closer to you in the dim lighting of whatever back passageway Catnap had brought you to and you can count each individual tooth in its mouth. It's upper body contorts in a way that makes your own skin squirm in discomfort.
“I do want to see what you look like wrongside out.”
Its face shifts sideways, rotating its smile and eyes as you try not to faint. You take a step back purely on reflex, but feel Catnap's tail brush against your ankles. A clear warning: don’t even think about running.
“But I suppose some sacrifices have to be made!”
You flinch when its needle-like fingers bend down and inch closer to your head. You keep your head lowered and your gaze on the floor as it picks up a strand of your hair before dropping it and moving onto the next.
“Obedient. Willing to do what it must to survive. Quiet. You’ll do nicely!”
I think I should have let Huggy snap my neck…
You gasp loudly as its hand grabs your face and tilts your head so you couldn’t look anywhere but into its singular glowing eye.
“I think I'll make you my angel.”
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Characters :: Sun + Moon (Fnaf), Flo (Where the Spotlight Lingers), Shadow Milk Cookie (Cookie Run Kingdom), Pierrot + Harlequin + Jester (The Freak Circus), Jestyn (Kingdom of Marrionettes), ADULT!Prototype (Poppy Playtime), Fizzarolli (Helluva Boss)
WC :: 3k+
Warnings :: Mentions of Intimacy, 18+ Subject, NOT proofread, Prototype is an ADULT for this as an AU, Mention of Virginity, Mention of sexual Jokes, Mention of BDSM, Shortly mentioned Poly relationship between You, Fizzarolli and Asmodeus.
Sun/Sundrop (Fnaf Security Breach)
☀️ Sun is extremely caring in any shape or form, So the first thing he'll do is check up on you! Taking a tentacle that deep can be quite painful for some in the ass afterall.
☀️ He'd tell you how good it was with you and how happy you made him! <3
☀️ Before you even got started with...Ykw. He prepared a corner in his room for when you're done that included: Medicine, moon gummies, Cold water and a towel.
☀️ Sunny also made sure that you were comfortable with him at the beginning and end of it, your safety AND enjoyment are his top priorities.
☀️ When he's done making sure you're okay he will cuddle with you in his "nest" wich is basically just a pile of blankets and pillows lol
☀️ He'd trace his metal fingers over your back gently, whispering sweet nothings into your ear and telling you how good you took him.
☀️ Incase you were in any pain poor sunny would Be frantic and full on panic mode, he made YOU hurt. YOU. The love of his life for Crayons sake!
☀️ Sunny puts something cold over any sore spot, and wash you for you, and wraps you in cozy blankets and fluffs up your pillow. Only the coziest coziness for you!
☀️ He doesn't get tired so soon afterwards since he's an animatronic, the only way he'd really be tired is if his battery was now short after so much movement.
☀️ And even if he was tired, he would stay awake to make sure you're cared for and deeply asleep so Moonie could take over again and make sure the daycare is ready.
☀️ Overall In my opinion, he is a 10/10 when it comes to aftercare. Caring, Doting, and overall sweet! Although still quite energetic afterwards.
Moon/Moondrop (Fnaf Security Breach)
🌕 Moonie is similar to his brighter counterpart when it comes to caring for you afterwards.
🌕 Strong feeling that Moon has more "learning experience" in this field and knows how to do a better aftercare, Since Sun is very strict with inappropriate things.
🌕 moon would also prepare stuff inside their shared room for when you two were done with ykw. though Moon would have more water than blankets.
🌕 Out of the Two animatronics, moon will ensure your slumber is soon as he knows that humans get tired quite easily and are usually groggy in the morning.
🌕 He wouldn't be opposed to you staying up a bit longer, but he won't let you for too long. After all of that your body needs to gain energy.
🌕 Moonie will bring you comfortable night wear after a well needed shower, and a soft blanket. You'll still be sleeping in their room.
🌕 Moonie will stay with you until the lights turn back on and Sunnie comes out to take the day shift.
🌕 He isn't tired like you, it takes much more than that to lower his battery to almost nothing. he was meant to kind of be a guard dog to the pizzeria anyways.
🌕 When you're fast asleep He also makes sure to check the security cameras and delete any footage that may have picked up either of your activities or noises.
🌕 His voice. HIS VOICE..After everything his voice kind of became a deeper tone and a bit more Raspy, Not the "i smoked 500 cigarettes" raspy though lmao.
🌕 I would also give moon a 10/10 when it comes to aftercare, He's also very attentive just like Sunnie. But honestly i prefer him over Sun because I wouldn't be able to handle an energetic blob after allat.
Flo/Flora (Where The Spotlight Lingers)
🎭 Flo is both a Tall charming fella, and a VERY very...Kinky one too at that. Hell if you've seen the creators tumblr asks you would KNOW that Flo is a freak in the sheets.
🎭 And as they Also said..Flo is a Virgin, Baby boy was a virgin and YOU now own his V-Card. it's safe to say Flo doesn't really know much about aftercare and how to deal with you at first.
🎭 If you told him what to do and how to take care of you, he will oblige and do just that as you told him!
🎭 Given his Nature and species I don't think Flo would need really much of an aftercare, Sure he'll take a bath with you and you can give him a little massage. But overall he wouldn't need anything in specific.
🎭 I don't think he would have anything medical or such on stand by, but he'd be very willing to get you anything from the Infirmary zone not too far away.
🎭 Speaking of Infirmary zone, if you got injured or anything and he cannot treat you on his own. He would be EXTREMELY flustered and shy if anybody there asked how you got hurt.
🎭 Big spoon baby, He will cuddle you afterwards and make sure you're comfortable while he whispers little nicknames into your ear in Italian.
🎭 You might even catch him calling you petnames in english, but he prefers Italian.
🎭 Nuzzles himself into you but doesn't fall asleep aswell after everything, he's on guard and hopes to whatever deity is out there that the Ringmaster doesn't catch either of you.
🎭 I give flo a 7/10 when it comes to Aftercare, Mainly because he's inexperienced but that's okay! you live and you learn anyways. :3c
Shadow Milk Cookie (Cookie Run Kingdom)
🥛 Shadow Milk is a cocky and smug bastard, literally the first thing on his mind when you two are finished he's all "yeah i tapped that" all smug and proud.
🥛 He was the Fount of Knowledge so he knows what to do and how to care for you, and tending to any possible wounds that he may inflicted during sexy time.
🥛 His blue fingers will gently rub your scalp and hair after he told you to get a warm bath with him to rinse all the fluids away and sweat.
🥛 Will throw a few jokes here and there about the situation, But he grows soft during Aftercare knowing that you most likely need to calm down from all of that.
🥛 Shadow Milk will grow a bit tired no matter if he was top or bottom etc, He may be one of the Beast cookies but he can be a bit more affected by After sex Tiredness.
🥛 Wouldn't be Tired tired though like you, maybe a few yawns here and there but nothing big.
🥛 If you needed More blankets or pillows he will order candy apple cookie or black sapphire cookie to get you whatever you need.
🥛 why won't he do it himself? mmhh it's too cozy for him to move, especially when your body temperature is so warm and nice against his cool body.
🥛 He'll call you loads and loads of petnames when you're asleep like "My cutie Patootie!~" or something like "Sweet little Cookie <3" but deny it in the morning.
🥛 Shadow Milk gets a 9/10 from me because he was the fount of knowledge, he'll have a lot of ideas and knows what to do. -1 point because I couldn't handle him doing "ball" jokes.
Pierrot (The Freak Circus)
🍊 Another creator confirmed Virgin on the list :DD !! yet again doesn't know about Aftercare or what to do without you telling him on what you need.
🍊 Pierrot is strong but would never hurt you even if you asked him to, so chances of you getting hurt during ykw are very very low. That means anything medical isn't needed.
🍊 but IF there was something from the low chances he would be taking you to Doctor in his tent so he can tend to your wounds bite marks etc.
🍊 Pierrot wouldn't leave the tent though while you're examined and treated. Sure doctor is part of his Family but you are his top priority.
🍊 if you wanted to take a bath he would be joining you even though he is like over what? 6ft? i don't remember but he is very big.
🍊 Incase you did ykw with pierrot in his real form he wouldn't be able to fit, But he would be so so greatful and blushing so hard if you washed him regardless.
🍊 Big and cozy cuddles and hugs. he'd cling to you like a koala and nuzzle his face into your skin.
🍊 Did i mention yet he is BIG on skin to skin contact? he loves hearing your fast heartbeat after you two were done with the deed.
🍊 He would let you stroke his horns if his Bell adoned hat wasn't on his head. I mean can you imagine him doing you and you just hear the stupid bells ringing?
🍊 Sometimes you can hear him purring as he sleep afterwards when you are. But it's subtle and sometimes loud.
🍊 Baby boy Pierrot is getting a 8/10 for me, The minus points because of his strength imo because he is god damn strong and im scared of his voice power.
Harlequin (The Freak Circus)
🍋🟩 Harlequin is Experienced, Well experienced in sex But in Aftercare? Very foreign. He doesn't rub off as an Aftercare guy, more as in "get the job done and feel good"
🍋🟩 But let's say you two are in a very close relationship where he became a bit softer, He will start doing aftercare with you.
🍋🟩 You had to teach him though and tell him that the human body needs it after Spicy time to lessen the pain and to give the body a rest etc.
🍋🟩 At first he just gave you a glass of water and a blanket and that's it, You just had to hit him over the head and tell him to do more.
🍋🟩 Slowly he adapted more to Aftercare, He gave you some medicine. Made/got you some food, ice cold water. And asked you if you wanted to wash up.
🍋🟩 he will also Throw jokes your way, But lesser use of petnames than Pierrot might use for you. And if he does i believe it's something like "Sweetheart" or "Brat/Mouse"
🍋🟩 surprisingly if you did it with him in his monster form and started caressing his tentacles he would let out a soft sigh under his breath.
🍋🟩 He felt a bit self conscious about his Real form, not knowing if you would've end up staying or leaving him for it. But it felt good to just let go.
🍋🟩 Also another Non-Tired after sex person, But rather than staying by your side the whole night he would go out of his tent once in a while.
🍋🟩 No doubt would tease Pierrot about pulling someone that hot and would ask him if he heard your sweet sounds.
🍋🟩 I give Harlequin a 6/10 For Aftercare imo, It would take a lot of improvement on his behalf but he tries his best.
🫐 Jester is a hit and miss for me honestly, It feels like he has no experience because he dislikes humans... But when you two did it, it didn't seem like inexperience.
🫐 You have to be REALLY really close to him to even CONSIDER aftercare, he mainly just saw you as a little mice he kept as a pet.
🫐 And if he does consider giving you any aftercare, it'll feel like just being tossed a towel towards you and "do it yourself"
🫐 He sees you as semi capable of handling yourself. So he doesn't really need to be all schmoozie woozie with you. he's not Pierrot.
🫐 While you would lay exhausted in wherever you decided to do it in his Tent, he would start going over the finances and paperwork of the circus.
🫐 His job is important to him afterall, otherwise the circus would probably and most likely be in shambles.
🫐 But Jester would always scan your facial expressions, The mouth may lie but the eyes show the truth behind the sacred words.
🫐 Tiredness? Barely exists in his world, You can expect him to be tired from the stress and paperwork and having to deal with humans. But after sex? Not really.
🫐 He does care about you still deep down, Just like most others he would Send you to Doctor if you were injured and such. and it's most likely you will be from him.
🫐 But if you fall asleep from exhaustion he would linger around for a little while. unable to tear his eyes off of your body.
🫐 I would give Jester a 3/10 honestly to be fair, Mainly because of the rare aftercare and how he focuses on something entirely else.
Jestyn (Kingdom Of Marionettes)
🎭 Jestyn is The kinkiest little bastard out of everyone here, and he is experienced. Albeit his experience ended up being... Traumatic so to say from Crownus.
🎭 But Jestyn is another Aftercare king, Also a freak in the sheets but he will prepare something for you before you got started.
🎭 He knows you need the support after god knows how many rounds of BDSM it's been, but y'all do know that exhaustion can come very quickly.
🎭 It didn't matter if Jestyn was topping or bottoming he would firstly check up on you before he tends to himself, his majesty always comes first.
🎭 He would caress your arm and back Gently and massage your shoulders, telling you how much he loves you and needs you.
🎭 He'd bathe with you totally, would wash your body and hair if you allow him to. he'll let you wash his hair too if you asked him.
🎭 If you were injured or anything from sexy time he would teleport any items you need straight towards you and patch you right up.
🎭 If you tended to him even if there were no bruises or cracks in his porcelain he would shiver in delight, And just stare at you with hearts in his eyes.
🎭 Jestyn doesn't seem to really get tired afterwards most of the time, But he can get tired from it. Especially if you REALLY really bang him hard enough and long enough.
🎭 Prefers sleeping with you while cuddling, taking care of each other until sunrise or when your shift is over and you need to leave.
🎭 Jestyn gets a 10/10 from me, might be biased or maybe not who knows. But Jestyn is really sweet and cares a lot about you.
Prototype/Ollie (Poppy Platime)
🕷️ The Prototype is a Virgin, He's inexperienced BUT he is good in the medical field aside from all the operations he's done on the toys.
🕷️ You had to teach him everything, From the sex itself and to the aftercare and how to properly deal with you.
🕷️ It was no issue for him to deal with any pains, injuries or scars he has given you from sexy time. He has medical stuff on stand-by given your human statue.
🕷️ But aftercare itself when it came to comforting you and being there is foreign for him.
🕷️ He would've left the room after everything was done to give you and him some space to collect your things, afterall he's never done something like this.
🕷️ But when you ask him to stay and be here with you, He would lower his mechanical spider legs and sit/lay next to you.
🕷️ Bathing would be difficult since Playtime Co is just a factory basically so they mainly have showers not bathtubs.
🕷️ He would've bathed you but due to his sharp pointed fingers he refrains himself and just watched from the shadows.
🕷️ But if he showered with you it would be even more awkward, imagine a giant spider trying to even fit his fead under the shower head.
🕷️ He'd take care of himself and bring you to one of the abandoned rooms that an orphan once housed and let you sleep.
🕷️ Prototype totally watches you sleep with curiosity and fascination. And sits in the corner to gusrd you. He doesn't need sleep and doesn't get tired anymore.
🕷️ I give him a 7/10 due to his medical knowledge and atuff, But overall tending to you is a bit low. He tries but it's very clear he's unused to this.
Fizzarolli (Helluva Boss)
🐸 Nowhere near a Virgin and nowhere near inexperienced when it comes to Aftercare, especially with how often he was with Asmodeus.
🐸 He's so experienced you'd think he originated in the Lust ring with how slippery he is, but luckily he's very attentive.
🐸 since his limbs are out of elastic metals he can just stretch his arms to wherever and quickly get you a glass of water and a cold towel.
🐸 He'd ask if you wanted to use a vibrator to calm down and stimulate yourself out of the tiredness.
🐸 He would get slightly tired, he used to get really tired during his first times but he's used to it by now and adapted.
🐸 Will ask YOU if you wanna take a bath with him or wanna wait while he takes one. If you accept he will cuddle into your back while he washes your hair.
🐸 Fizzarolli would grow even softer if you caressed his broken horns and cleaned him too, especially his body that wasn't destroyed like his chest.
🐸 although his small structure, his raspy voice remains the same even after all of that. and it'll grow raspier when you're having a quiet moment together.
🐸 At the point where you accidentally or purposely got hurt during sex he'll look through the medicine cabinet, and if nothing was left he'd take a trip to Sloth.
🐸 Or he would ask Asmodeus or Blitzo if they have anything for your injuries...But Fizz is pretty proud of his work regardless.
🐸 Froggy boy would prepare the bed for you to sleep in and get cuddly with him and go to sleep together even if he ain't tired.
🐸 I give Fizzarolli a 10/10, good in bed and good in aftercare. And a total cuddle bug to make the night comfortable as hell.
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This took me so long to write, if this flops im qutting bro 😭🙏 If you're wondering why Jester from "Trapped with Jester" isn't here, i got lazy and done with this. i might add him later.
"Why is The Prototype here?!" Listen this is my Fanfic and he is stated clearly as an adult here 😭 if u don't like it don't read it. JUST BLOCK ME u don't have to repost or comment etc, Just block me :3
