#the prototype headcanons

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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.

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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.

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I'm in the possess of figuring out how to write for the Prototype. He's smart, always thinking ahead, and everything he does seems to be for a reason. I thought it might be fun to write about the Player having caught his eye. Not in a nice way. But in a "lock this precious thing in a cadge" sort of way.

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The Prototypes new plaything

★ Watching from afar is how the Prototype came to know you. In the moments where you thought you were alone, he was there. You didn't see him -not once. But he was following you. Studying how someone from the outside adapts when thrown into the factory.

★ He lets you believe you’re alone. He won't interfere. Not even if you're seconds away from death. What fun would that be? No, you deserve to struggle. Just like all the other employees.

★ Would you try to hide from him, like the others? Hide and seek is his favorite game. Might as well... And a fresh piece of meat is bound to draw out the more desperate, hungry, experiments.

★ You really are just another employee to him. Preston wasn't shown any mercy, either. Despite how the Prototype considered him a "friend."

★ After your blood was spilled on the factory floor, he returned to the spot. Now he knows what blood type you have. Great to know if you end up being used for spare parts, should he need to repurpose you. It would be such a shame to lose a face like yours.

★ Mommy was being unfair to you. At least, in his opinion, she was. All three of the games were rigged in her favor. You cheated. But so was she. So much for Mommy hating cheaters...

★ Funny how it was you who killed her. Not that he's complaining. Being mangled in a grinding piece of machinery was less than ideal. But he still got some new parts. He should thank you for that. Or not. It's not like he owes you anything.

★ Earlier, I mentioned how he won't bother to help you. You’re not special. You’re not chosen. And you’re not safe. You’re just the most interesting thing in the factory right now. And he wants to see how long you can last.

★ Just like with Sawyer, he keeps you around for a reason. Even if it's a small one. With the way things are? You should consider yourself lucky! Others weren't so fortunate.

★ The Prototype considered poisoning you. Not with a pill, or any kind of obvious substance. But by poisoning the air. Like Catnap and his red smoke. It wouldn't be hard, just a few strings to pull. A loose pipe and redirected valve. That could easily spew out toxic fumes.

★ Killing you would be easy. And each step you take brings you closer to him. These concrete walls can only hide you for so long.

★ If he gets his hands on you, death won't be a fitting punishment. Not for someone as stubborn as you. He can make living seem worse than death. Just ask Poppy.

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Reader being terrified and submissive to the Prototype. They can stand up for themselves and putting a brave face sometimes, but gets too scared and show fear anyway.

You have no clue how much I love this idea! Like, the player is far from what most would call "scary." But The Prototype? He is. And on the outside you're trying not to look scared. But internally, you're freaking out.

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Isn't he horrifying wonderful?

★ The moment he entered the room, your heart skipped several beats. Getting a good look at him didn't help. Not with all those added parts, toothy smile, and spider legs that take up his lower half. Seemingly wrapped together with CatNap's skin. Like some grim trophy.

★ A small part of him almost likes you. He has to admit, watching you crawl around the factory was... entertaining. The Player is practically a mouse in a house full of cats. Who knows what'll maim you next!

★ The Prototype can be very demanding. You hear him say things like "come here" or "look at me" in that shifting voice of his. A feeling your gut tells you to follow along, and not ask questions.

★ You talked back to plenty of people before him. Poppy, Sawyer, -even Giblet, once. The only two you couldn't bring yourself to stand up against were Doey and The Prototype. With Doey, you had no idea what to say. But The Prototype? Fear drove you to silence.

★ He doesn’t tell you the rules more than once. Simply bows his head. repeating, "Do not lie. Do not wander off. Do not touch what is mine." The price for disobedience was spelled out for you. Imagination filled in the blanks.

★ If The Prototype sees you as anything more than a pest... good luck. You're going to need it. Because love would never be the right word. Fascination is more accurate. 

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Maybe a fluff fic with toy/experiment!reader x Prototype?

1006 trying to comfort you by pressing (forcing) you into his chest and make you listen to his (human origin) heartbeat. Eventually ending with the reader falling asleep onto his arms :3

Don't mind if it's romantic or plat, what i care is that it feels intimate without having to be sexual.

(Also this request is kind of funny considering how you try so hard to make this dude so irredeamable only for someone to come an ask for one fluffy fic lol. Eh, having a bit of horror in my fluff doesn't sound bad anyway :P)

I feel like that'd be very in-character for him! Creepy but in a sickly sweet sort of way.

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A nap with his friend

★ Not often does the Prototype sleep. Really, it's only something he does to pass the time. But if he is going to sleep, there's nobody he'd rather spend it with than you.

★ He sees taking naps together as a completely innocent thing to do. But the first time he asked? The Prototype said "I want you to sleep with me." In an indifferent, tired tone. Completely unaware what the phrase even meant.

★ You laugh about it now. Especially while watching him try to fold his spider-like lower half underneath himself, so you could have more room at his side. Carefully tucking them in closer. Reminding you of the way a cat loafs.

★ The Prototype dwarfs you. Bigger body or not, he always will. Fortunately, he knows how to be gentle. (Not that he's particularly good at it.)

★ When he was a child, Ollie shared a bedroom with Poppy. And when they wanted to stay up past bedtime, the two would build great, big, pillow forts! Then spend the night sleeping inside of it. They took up entire rooms, sometimes. Making the space feel cozier.

★ Without warning, the Prototype pulled you up to this chest. Being mindful of his hands, as to avoid hurting you. You expected him to be cold. His metal form seems the farthest thing from warm. To your surprise, his body radiated heat. Almost like a coffee pot that's been left on for too long.

★ His heartbeat is strange. Irregular. Unsteady. Along with being faint. If he hadn't pressed your head against him, shifting you into the right place, you wouldn't have known it was there at all.

★ Is he even breathing? You... You don't feel his chest rise or fall... He stays perfectly still. His body hummed out a low tone. Reminding you that, no, he isn't entirely human.

★ In another life, he would've been perfect at soothing you to sleep. Adjusting is posture to cradle you better. Keeping you close despite knowing full-well that he's a threat to you. While trying so hard to be the one keeping you safe.

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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.

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Platonic Giblet x reader scenario, reader has a nightmare & Giblet comforts them? And later they cuddle.

Hell yeah, angst and fluff! My two favorites!

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Giblet when you have a nightmare

★ From the very first night you spent with him, Giblet insisted you take the bed. Which felt a little silly, considering how it was built for a child. Not to mention shaped like a racecar. Still, a twin-sized mattress was better than the carpet.

★ Night one, you slept for nearly twelve hours straight, waking only because you were starving. The next night? Barely anything. Your mind wouldn't let you relax. You kept retracing each step you'd taken. Dwelling on what might've happened had you done things differently.

★ You didn't get out unscathed. Giblet actually had to patch you up. From.. Well, everything. The dozen or so times you almost died.

★ Huggy, Mommy, Catnap, each left you with a new set of mental and physical scars. Requiring more than a first-aid kit to mend. (Good thing Giblet is resourceful!)

★ You were still shaken up, understandably. Unable to feel at home. To feel safe. Giblet tried his best, Make no mistake! And maybe you were a little paranoid. But you got the feeling something bad was about to happen.

★ The Prototype? That's who actually scared you. The only one who affected you this way. Not Huggy. Not Doey. Not any of the others. In your dreams, he chased you. Screaming in your own voice. "You can’t hide." Miming you perfectly. Enough to make your skin crawl.

★ You can see the shape of him. The metal and wires meeting with flesh. Like when he stood so close to you. Claws stabbing the flesh of whatever poor critter was caught underneath.

★ When you wake, your throat feels raw. Like you just got done shouting at somebody. Heart racing fast, almost as fast as your mind. Where were you??? This wasn't your home. Wait -no. You were still inside the factory.

★ Giblet moves toward you slowly. Making his way from across the room. Voice soft, like he's speaking to a young child. "Hey, Butcher? You okay?" The question felt like a stab in the gut. No, you aren't okay. And what's worse is you can't bring yourself to look him in the eyes.

★ Taking one good look at you, with your arms hugging yourself tight, tears threatening to fall. Giblet lowers himself to the floor. Giving you enough room to breathe. He doesn’t ask about the nightmare. The fear in your eyes says enough.

★ "I'll stay right here -if you want me to." Adding that last part quickly. He means it. You said nothing. Hands fidgeting, for a moment you consider pulling him in. Hugging Giblet like a stuffed animal. And just like that, you caved.

★ The moment your hand reaches out, Giblet goes still. Confused until you tug at his shirt. Pulling him closer. Puzzled expression changing to something much softer. "Hm? Oh. Okay! Yeah. I can do that."

★ To break the tension he cracks a joke. "Hell... If you wanted a hug, you could've just asked. No need to scare me first." It earned a weak laugh. And he was happy to see you smile.

★ Getting close, you realize just how much Giblet resembles a well-loved stuffie. Worn fabric meeting coarse lining. Rough stitches from god-knows-what. Its a strange texture, though not unpleasant. Almost feeling familiar.

★ Settling against your warm embrace, his one good eye pokes out past your arm. Keeping watch for his own peace of mind. You mumble out a barely audible "Thank you,' to which he smiled at. 

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How about a teenage reader discover Preston Willard?

I've got mixed feelings about Preston. He wasn't as bad as the other scientists. But he still experimented on children. And that's unforgeable.

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The teenage Player finding Preston

★ Preston was the lucky one. Out of all the scientists, only he and Sawyer remain. The others were picked off in the hour of joy. He's honestly jealous. Death would've been kinder then the hell he found himself in.

★ With eyes forever open, all he could do was watch. Listening to the endless silence. Broke by brief flashes of horror. One of those horrors was listening to the Prototypes voice. Detailing how a child had entered the factory. You, only a teenager, somehow managed to break in.

★ Huggy slowed you down but failed to stop you. Retreating deeper into the labyrinth that is the Playtime Co. factory.

★ From what Preston's "friend" told him, Mommy was better at keeping this new houseguest entertained. She took hold of Poppy. Putting fear into you. Hunting you down while giving you a head start. A kindness he didn't expect from her.

★ She was caught by her arm. She wanted to kill you -Would have, if given the chance! The Prototype came back with spare parts that day. And at that moment, Preston knew something terrible was about to happen.

★ That must've been traumatic... You hadn't yet been desensitized to violence. What you saw was worse than experiencing actual war crimes. People tortured like life was expendable, just another commodity to be manufactured.

★ With plenty of free time at his disposal, Preston spends most of it thinking about how you'll die. Knowing 1006 wants you to suffer, he hopes you breathe your final breath and never come back in a body you don't recognize.

★ Coming across Preston might've scared you half to death. As he is now, mangled, torn apart, and carefully stitched back together. The work of "Ollie," no doubt. You weren't sure how conscious he was.

★ The only sign he was alive was the shallow rise and fall of his chest. When his eyes shifted, it confirmed your suspicion. Hesitantly, a quiet "Hello?" fell from your lips.

★ He couldn't react. But if he could speak, Preston would be calling you an idiot right about now. Don't be stupid. He remembers you. Ten years ago, you were only a small child. Adopted out a few months before the hour of joy.

★ Seeing you again brings back memories. Not good ones. But memories nonetheless. Why did you come back? You should've left this place behind.