Hello! Call me Yan (aroace, any prns), and I'm just here to satisfy my cravings as a writer ≈
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Yandere. Platonic, romantic, familial.
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I write non-yandere stories too!
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Unfortunately, I don't do OCs (':
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WHY IS MY REQUEST TAKING SO LONG?
...college
If it's something I've never posted about yet, then it's either I'm not in the fandom, or I'm just clueless.
But other than that... sometimes I take days— weeks— months? to truly click with an idea.
I want to enjoy whatever I'm writing, so I take a break until an idea comes up.
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NOTES ABOUT ME!
Yandere is my guilty pleasure, I fear🤕
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As I close my eyes to sleep, that's when I start imagining scenarios for my writing!
a/n; my last self indulgent fic!! warnings for implied obsession, stalker behavior
— 🚩
Ah. He's here again.
You glance at the newspaper in his hand. Still no luck, huh... Turning to the side, you see Honey busy with other customers. Guess you'll be tending to him today.
Grabbing a pen, you walk up to him and smile when he meets your eyes. He looks exhausted. "Hello. Coffee or soda?"
"Hi." Tord pauses. "Uh. Sod—No, Coffee. I'll have coffee."
You scribble down a poor drawing of coffee. "Anything else? How about eggs and bacon?"
He winces quietly before checking the menu. You watch him for a moment, before realizing—he doesn't exactly have the money anymore. "I think I'll just have an egg? Solo? Erm, à la carte? Is that possible?"
"Well—"
You're interrupted by the low grumbling of Tord's stomach.
"Sorry," he stutters, hugging himself slightly.
You chew your lips. This poor dude.
He's been working hard by himself. So far, he hasn't come in with any friends or whatnot. Perhaps he's alone in a world that can't even give him a job. Or you're just rudely assuming a regular's life—my bad.
"How about some eggs and bacon, on me," you grin, seeing his expression shift.
"No! No," he exclaims, shaking his head. One of his fist is clenching. "You really don't have to, hah. Just give me the egg."
Honey conveniently passes by you two with a plate full of eggs and bacon. The smell lingers, and Tord inhales, a strong whiff of delicious food reminding him how good it is.
You look back at him.
"Okay fine."
A smile makes it way to you. He glances at your lips before returning to your eyes.
"Don't worry, Todd," "Tord." "I got you."
He exhales, looking back at his notepad. "Thank you."
"You're always welcome," you chuckle, writing the last of his order and walking back to the counter.
Tord stares at you for a few more seconds before turning away.
— ❣️
The entrance opening catches your attention, and instead of the usual down-in-the-dumps Tord, he's shining with a bright smile and proud demeanor.
"What's up?" you say with a grin once he's near you.
He clears his throat. "Guess who just got a job, and guess who'll treat you today!"
"Woah, hang on! First of all, congratulations! I'm so happy for you!" you reply, clapping your hands giddily. He huffs a smile from your little gesture. "Second, you don't have to. Please don't feel like you have to return anything back."
"Nonsense," he raspberries. "I definitely didn't lay awake at night thinking about you."
Your smile twitches. "What—"
"Don't worry, I'll take you to the finest restaurant instead!" he laughs before abruptly calming down. "It's only fair. I'm not fond of having favors."
"Tord, like I said, you don't have to—" he shushes you lamely, putting a finger on your lips. Your lids drop halfway.
"I sort of already booked a reservation," he says with a cracked smile. Cute. "We'll have your favorite dish. The finest."
"And that's just the two of us?" you ask, raising a brow.
"Yyyeess?" he replies a bit too slow.
"Why did that sound like a question?'
"Did it?"
"How do I know you're not planning to kidnap me?"
Something flashes in his eyes. "Why would you ever assume that?"
You blink at him suspiciously.
"I'm just kidding," you snicker, shrugging. "Sure, I'll go with you."
His smile widens—it reaches his eyes. Your own smile softens from how his face looks.
"You should smile more," you say without thinking, watching his cheeks redden.
"I'll—I'll be back! After your shift!" he exclaims before running out the door.
...
Has he even asked you when your shift ends?
What a weird conversation. He must have had a high-paying job, at least.
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With a clenched fist on your heart, you glare at him with a sharp exhale. Seriously. He just pops up without warning, invading your personal bubble, and expects you to be fine with it!
He doesn't say anything, but he does stick his tongue out. Your eye twitches in defeat.
"Aren't you supposed to be with Caine?" you huff, fanning your hand. "Shoo, shoo! I'm really not in the mood."
"I think I'm obsessed," Bubble smiles. You wait for a moment, but he doesn't clarify whatever he just said and continues to stare at you.
Okay. Enough of this.
Pop!
From every adventure you had to go through, you'd say this one is fairly calm.
The space here is full of hallways. Relentless and suffocating twists and turns that always seem to end up in the same room every time. If you remember correctly, Caine called this the backrooms?
Everyone's separated from each other. It's quiet and awfully dead in here.
Well, it was supposed to be.
"Bubble, why are you following me," you deadpan as you drag across the floor. He's humming to himself near you.
"Why not?" he bubbles.
"You being here sort of ruins the experience, doesn't it?" you answer, raising a brow at him.
"Experience? Would you say you're having a good time, sweetheart?"
... The heck? You stare at him with an agape jaw and confused expression. He has that same neutral face. It's starting to look creepy. Is this even Bubble? Yeah, no.
Pop!
Today, you woke up to Bubble's face.
You reacted like a normal person, of course, who wouldn't scream and pop him almost immediately?
"Dude!" you yell in genuine despair once you see him respawn. "Why do you keep sticking to me?!"
His eyes slightly squint. "I enjoy your expressions the most."
You pause at his answer. "That's [boink]ed up, Bubble."
"I know!" he grins casually.
Pop!
You're arguing with an AI. A blue bubbled doofus who refuses to get unstuck from the doorway!
"Come on, Orbsman! I can't progress with you there," you whine, looking past the gaps of his body. You can see Gangle running in the distance.
He responds but you don't have the time to translate that, so you physically try and push him out of the door. He's not budging. You slam your body against him. Nothing happens.
"I am stuck," he says.
You're in the middle of pushing him when Bubble suddenly shows up, opens his jaw, and eats him whole in front of you.
"Wha—" you stutter, falling to the ground.
"I'm the only AI you can touch," Bubble whispers as he slides into your view.
"Uh... Okay...."
Pop!
"I'm telling you, Caine," you exclaim with hands on your head. "He's everywhere. Keep an eye on Bubble!"
"That's weird," Caine hums, rubbing the bottom of his teeth. "Weirder than usual. Bubble doesn't really talk to humans."
"Yeah," you wheeze. "Please check in. I can't keep waking up with his tongue on my face."
Caine snaps his fingers, and Bubble suddenly pops up. You flinch and take a big step away.
"Yessssss, Caine?" he giggles before turning to you very slowly.
The ringmaster takes Bubble's face in his palms and quickly rotates him face-to-face. "Our dearest reader here is concerned by your actions. I take it you're being clingy, invasive, and possessive?"
You watch as Bubble doesn't respond. You also watch as a tiny bubble shoots out of his back.
"What was—"
P—o—p! 🫧🫧🫧🫧🫧🫧🫧🫧🫧
IF GOD EXISTS, IT WOULD BE A REALLY GOOD TIME TO MAKE HIS EXISTENCE KNOWN HERE AND NOW!!!
You're being hunted down by hundreds of Bubbles, big and small, and the crew is nowhere to be found.
You can hear Caine in the distance, yelling and trying his best for everything to be under control.
"There you are!"
Before you know it, you're inside a huge Bubble with a tongue that keeps sticking to you.
"...So cool," you sigh, dead inside.
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I’ve been taking a break from social media because life and shit
Anyway I love the Prototype’s design, his reveal was just PER-FECTO
I need more platonic Yandere with him, I want to explore it more, see how he reacts if you end up not being scared of him AT ALL despite his very intimidating appearance and he finds it either interesting or amusing, maybe even both
I just need to see how it would go
You can choose between teen au or something else
- 💿
P!Yandere!The Prototype x GN!Reader
a/n; hello again 💿 anon!! yeah i remember you heehee welcome back!
!! this is loosely based on the fandom's reactions to the Prototype's reveal. the negative side, sort of 😭
— 🃏
You have witnessed a lifetime of horrors that can cause you to die of an instant heart attack, but by some miracle, you have not.
Perhaps you've grown numb after everything. There is nothing that can surprise you anymore. You're as good as a puppet getting toyed around by, ironically, toys.
Then when you finally see the Prototype, your eyes widen, your mouth gapes, and you stare.
The ground rumbles and the walls shake as he takes his entrance.
You watch his walk with a quick, beating heart. His name has been mentioned so many times. So this is the Prototype.
He meets your eyes the moment his smiling face reveals itself. It never leaves you until Poppy speaks up.
You, however, keep looking.
"An outsider," his voice crackles, turning to see you.
The Prototype's face is closer to yours. You can see him much better this way.
You give him a slight smile.
Whether he reacted or not, you don't really know. He immediately turns to Poppy and continues his speech.
So, no, you don't really see him actively giving side glances to your expressions.
— 💮
When he finally has you for himself, he genuinely just decides to grab you gently (make sure the Poppy incident doesn't happen again) and puts you down somewhere to have you face-level him.
"You do not seem very afraid," he says, straight to the point.
You hum, rubbing a sore spot on the back of your neck. The tip of his finger dug into it a little too much. "Am I supposed to? I know Poppy is afraid of you..."
He pauses. You briefly wonder if he got offended by that.
"I keep hearing your name," you mutter, looking into his awake eye. "I saw your hand before. I'll be honest, Prototype... I thought you'd look a little bit more terrifying."
"Just like them, I am but a child's toy," he nods. "Broken and abandoned."
Your frown can't be helped. "I'm sorry to hear that."
His head tilts with a snap. "Do you understand?"
You watch him walk, his legs clicking with every step. "Understand? No, not at all."
"...Thank you for your honesty," he says slowly, turning to look at you. "Where do you plan to go next?"
Ah, that's right, what were you doing before he interrupted you so kindly? Getting a lot harder to keep track of what you're doing, especially when you're barely surviving.
"I was," you pause. "I was going to... wait, Poppy, I—"
"You will be coming with me, this time," the Prototype decides. "She has burdened you enough, has she not?"
You're taken aback. He wants you to come with him? "Excuse me? Are you going to kill me?"
"No," he says simply. It takes him a good moment before his next words. You just wait in looming anticipation.
"You will help me put an end to everything," he eventually says. "Poppy is lost; she does not understand what I'm trying to do. I will tell you my cause, our story, and I will guarantee your protection."
That's a tempting offer. Heavily, heavily, tempting. You remember his words: "The only heaven you and I will ever get."
They're both lost—that, you can say as much. He even mentioned your protection, you won't be against the prototype and his hunters anymore.
"I... can't," you exhale, looking at the ground. "Sorry."
"I will give you 10 seconds to run," he declares as he stares at you. "The next time I catch you, you have no choice but to oblige."
Okay. So, you do the only option. Run.
The Prototype doesn't follow. He knows he'll get you one way or another.
He has the most unhinged levels of it too. He's a literal god in the circus, he can make and break whatever he wants! So if he suddenly decides that you're his number one star, and the show is everything about you, who's to stop him?
If others don't want to play nicely, then he can make new friends for you! You won't even be able to tell the difference! ignore them randomly disappearing, they all do that they've always done that-
-Mommabean
So, can I just talk about how absolute hell it would be to have the entire amazing digital circus gang be a yandere for you? Especially with caines obsessive ass, Jax having a key to your room, Ragatha always being beside you, trying to make you happy even when you are, zooble always inviting you to their room for quiet time, gangle always huddling behind of you even if you're smaller, Kinger always randomly pulling you into his pillow fortress, and pomni always talking to you about the other characters and an exit.
Caine is always trying to give the best experience, just so the mere thought of leaving doesn't pop in your head. And always making sure that you were not going to abstract, his millions of eyes help with that.
You just want to leave and go back to where you once were, but the cast won't let you. The six may want to go back to, but if it meant keeping you, then they'll take it.
Just had the thought about a teen reader who AFTER getting turned into a toy by the prototype ends up running off and running into Sawyer aka they're dad...How would he react? So far I imagine him being gruff like 'oh you'll be fine. At least you can still BREATH." but deep down he's actually trying to show some form of comfort.
Let that be a simple offering of medicine to ease any pain, or even making adjustments to our new body to make sure nothing is wrong...
(I feel like he would literally just perform a second surgery to make sure everything is arranged correctly, considering turning people to toys is what he specified in)
Whatcha think 🫰
YES Harley definitely would perform correction surgery!! I'm not sure if The Prototype made Preston unmovable on purpose, considering that—how would he even learn how to transfer organs correctly without killing the person 😭
He'll take care of you, as much as you hate it. You especially don't like his attitude as he does this!! Gosh, he'll have this over your head!
THANK YOU FOR THE YANDERE CAINE AND MAKING ABEL CO-EXIST WITH HIM IN THAT ONE POST. Goddd I love that idea so much, I cannot help but think of maybe Creator!Reader possibly being the only one that Gave Caine any type of Attention and did love his Ideas/Adventures but slowly over time drifted more towards Abel and starts to praise him instead along with Everyone else :)
AND THANK YOU FOR READING!! i proceed to continue reading your ask, i was then shot 57 times
He's so angry... he'll keep giving you violent tantrums as long as it takes to bring you back to him. If that doesn't work — and it won't. in fact, it pushes you away from him more — the same ending happens, he takes over Abel.
thinking about platonic yandere Caine who favors and kid! Y/n because they have constant energy- hence able to keep up with adventure easily and be more willing to do them-
And the said kid not being terrified in situations (like at the haunted mansion adventure) because they low-key seeing the world as sunshine and rainbows
Everyone else: I just got put through the most cartoon torture that made my whole body feel like it was being stabbed with hot blades...
Kid!Y/n: Sunshine lollypops and rainbows
Oh my gosh, the exception to Caine's wrath!!
Kid!Reader doesn't fully understand the situation, but they do know one thing, everything's so fun!! Thanks to Caine, you never have to grow up!! You can do literally anything! Wait...
Children have an overactive imagination, they're most likely going to figure out they can make up anything in this world...
I'm not sure how Caine will react to this exactly, but he realizes if everyone else can learn, he's in trouble. He'll isolate you and have your attention all to himself... totally not because he's self-indulging!!!
Yandere Caine is SO CANON!!!!! Nah cuz imagine a timeline where Abel co-existed with Caine. The real time jealousy of Caine as he watches the humans favor Abel more than him...
He does his best, takes everything out of himself and presents his creations to the humans — only for them to react negatively.
Even in his collaborations with Abel, the humans always comment positively on the assets Abel made, and he rarely ever gets one compliment.
Caine has dealt and endured this treatment for so, so, long. How many years has it been?
He finds himself staring at Pomni and the crew talking to Abel. They look happy.
There is hate growing from the bottom of his core, envy and possessiveness scratching deep into the inner coding of his existence. Why is it always Abel? Never him? They need to pay attention. He deserves it. He does so much, and Abel barely gives his all to his creations—no, no, no, no, no, no, no, he's behaved so well—
Behind their backs, Caine devours Abel, stealing his code and interweaving it into his own, dominating the other personality because he should be the only one.
"There you are!" Caine's voice booms in the circus, and a gigantic gloved hand wraps around your body and pulls you away.
The rest of the circus members stare at each other in concern. Now, what does he have in store for you? Considering how much Caine likes you… or, at least, how forgiving and patient you are to him.
You find yourself back in Caine's office.
The first thing you notice are the cuffs around your wrists. You have to admit they're rather beautifully crafted with symbols that you can relate to. Furrowing your brows, you tug at them impotently, then follow the chains to the source—his office chair.
"Caine?" you murmur, afraid.
He laughs as he taps a stack of paper on his table. "You know, my dear, I realized something! I shouldn't have you be so close to the others."
You stand up, the chains rattling under you. They feel heavy. "What do you... mean?"
Caine flies over to you with an expression akin to a smile, taking one of your hands. His eyes are big and full of admiration and expectation. "You've always stood by me! Everything I do for you humans, you recognize."
You don't say anything. He doesn't mind it though, he proceeds to carry you princess style and floats in idleness with you.
"I figured I can't let them influence you," he says casually, but your heart drops to the bottom of your stomach. Yet Caine affectionately rubs his canines on your face. "They're being selfish, right?? They've been nothing but impolite to me! At least you know what I'm going through!"
"Caine, I—"
"I can't have you turning against me too. So you're going to stay right here with me in my office!" he chuckles, dropping you on his chair. "I need a better company than Bubble anyway, haha...."
You try again. "I—"
"Let me guess!" he exclaims, pointing to your chains. "You like your handcuffs? I designed it perfectly to your taste!"
Your eyes glance at your wrists. It's true; it's oddly charming. "It's lovely, but—"
You stop your own sentence. He doesn't interrupt, watching you expectantly.
"But for how long am I gonna be here?"
Caine pauses.
"Do you not like it?"
"I—I do! I just don't like the feeling of having handcuffs very much."
He just stares at you.
"I see," he mumbles. The top of his teeth are hiding his eyes. "Alright. That's something you want."
His choice of words is interesting. You already know that you messed up somehow. Holy shit — you really can't understand what's going on with him.
Suddenly, he twirls. "You're lucky that I made something else for you, no cuffs and chains involved!"
In a blink, the uncomfortable suffocation in your wrists is gone.
But at the same time, you're suddenly in a small, boxlike space that has the view of his office behind bars.
You can barely move your limbs. "Caine? Am I in a cage?!"
"Yes! It has a similar design to your handcuffs! Oh, I guess you can't exactly see it from there. HAHAHAHA!"
This is not what you meant. Absolutely not. It's even worse than the chains.
"Okay, maybe we can go back to the chains!" you say hurriedly, "I-I wanna see the cage too!"
He keeps giggling. "Oh, brilliant idea! I'll adjust your cuffs slightly as well!"
With a snap of his fingers, you're back on his office chair, and you can see the cage he just willingly put you in. Much like the cuffs now present on your wrists again, they're sculpted to your likings.
"That's... beautiful," you almost cried out, staring with widened eyes.
"Isn't it?" His voice is suddenly right next to you.
You turn towards him, unable to even muster up a smile. He pretends not to notice and checks the back of his wrist for a non-existent watch clock.
"Well then! It's time for another adventure for the crew!"
You sigh with relief. Anything but this. "Ah, that's—"
"Except you."
You give him a look. "What?"
"Like I said, you're not going anywhere that isn't my side. I forbid you from interacting with anyone else. They're bad influences at the moment! I'm sure you understand," he explains, patting your head.
"I'll be back as soon as I can. For now, make yourself at home!"
