Could I request for a platonic yandere prototype with a teen player reader?
im honestly suprised not alot of people has wrote for him since his reveal i personally love his design.
P!Yandere!The Prototype x GN!Teen!Reader
warning; the prototype
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A teen reader? You're not young enough to be an orphan, and yet you're not old enough to be one of them.
I'll make this an AU. The antagonists we originally met and killed are alive. No reason to try and fight you, after all. The more I think about it, a teen reader would probably have everyone as a yandere, but let's focus on the Prototype.
Everyone is fascinated by you. Naturally, he falls under that category. You're a strange one—younger than the humans he used to know and certainly resilient. Somehow, you've gotten this far.
Even Poppy tried keeping you here to help them.
But she's lost.
She doesn't know what she's doing.
That's why he'll take charge of you. He has a different approach—not malicious, not intimidating, he's genuinely interested.
You probably meet the Prototype earlier in this AU, and it's Catnap who brings you to him.
He talks with one voice. His old one.
The prototype speaks with little to no obvious intentions. He's just another kid like you and Poppy, always restless and moving. Accordingly, he's a leader—he talks about how he wants everyone to be happy even in this condition.
You listen to his stories. Sitting on his hindlegs and swinging your feet. Abnormally casual despite your harsh journey.
"I'm sorry to hear that," you mutter quietly. He heard it loud and clear. You're mumbling to yourself, unable to find any fitting words for this horrible, horrible situation. "I'm sorry... for everything. You never deserved that."
"Do not apologize," he says as he tilts his head.
After some time, the Prototype decides that you're nice. It's a lovely thing.
The only outcome I can see with a yandere!Prototype is him stuffing you into a toy. We all know what happened to Preston.
He can't grow and he can't die. You can do nothing but follow his steps.
"This is your reward," he declares, the tip of his finger poking the top of your fluffy head. "You are a part of our heaven now. Stay with us. We are all better like this."
He genuinely believes that turning you into a toy is the best thing he could do for you. That is the ultimate form of his gratitude.
