#teddygatz

TENSION.

Ch. 2

You're kidnapped by Teddy Gatz. What now?

This is a Bugonia fanfic. Takes place before Michelle but after Teddy has started claiming lives in the name of furthering his research.

Teddy Gatz x Fem! Reader

Warnings: Slight OOC, minor violence, kidnapped reader, and minimal gore described.

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Teddy kept his promise and came back with a hot dog and chips. After he left you debated for a long time on whether to eat it. You couldn’t decide if it was “human” enough to refuse the food due to being taken against your will. Do Andromedans eat? Eventually you decided not to eat the plain dinner. You didn’t have an appetite, who would? Not to mention you shared a room with corpses and viscera. The constant smell of metal wafted in the air.

You didn’t sleep through the night. Though you had no way of telling the time. When you attempted to reach his computer monitor you were effortlessly yanked back. You were on a short leash. It was unnaturally cold in the room. Must be to keep the “meat” from rotting. You managed to conserve heat by curling into yourself. Eventually you brought your arms into your stretchy shirt to keep warm. Through the long hours alone you drifted in and out of sleep. You thought of how to escape. First you’d have to get rid of the chains. The mere thought made a pool of anxiety settle in your stomach. Your mind drifted to how much you regretted ghosting your family. Your home life was unstable growing up so you ran away the minute you turned 18. Now you're 20 something, and live in your car. You of course can’t afford to settle down, to fall in love. You worked odd jobs here and there. Suddenly the rectangular wall panel slid out of place. You sat up and immediately started applying the anti-itch cream.

Teddy sat a plate of classic American breakfast on the floor next to the old hot-dog. “Classic, you guys never eat on the first day.”

You cringe. Wrong choice. “Good morning. Or I assume it is.”

Teddy picked up the old food. “I like that extra comment, it adds a nice human touch.”

Your words get caught in your throat. He threw the old food away and nonchalantly checked your bed pan. You hid your humiliation well. An average amount of pale yellow liquid sloshed in the metal pan. He raised his eyebrows.

“Interesting.”

You ball your fists, your nails dig into your palm. “You keep saying that. What makes me so interesting? So alien?”

Teddy poured a powder into the bed pan. The granules quickly absorbed the liquid. “Ok. I’ll indulge.”

You gulp. Teddy bent over to your level. He was close enough that you could smell coffee on his breath. 

His eyes slowly raked over your entirety. “Narrow feet. Thin cuticles. Slight overbite. Semi-obtruding ear lobes. High hair density.”

You flinch. “Wh—what.”

“They did incredibly well on your composition, but there are a few tells.” Teddy confidently answered. “You also urinated. Very interesting.”

Emotions flooded your mind. One seemed more prevalent than the others. “There has to be something I’m missing! It has to be more than the alien crap, do you hate women or something? Clearly you get off on this.”

Teddy straightened his posture. His eyes trained on you. “You have a lot of nerve. Your “people” have killed my family, coworkers, community, and the bees. I’m trying to follow your deal and be civil. You ought to be grateful I haven’t gutted you by now.”

You swallowed your anger. Instantly you remembered the situation you're in. Only alive and treated humanely because of a deal he mercifully agreed to. You nod. Teddy huffed, and mirrored the action. He shook his head and poured the bed pan contents into a garbage bag. You curled into yourself. 

A few beats passed. “That was good. You actually evoked a human response from me. I’ve already told you my intentions.”

“I still think there is something more. I want to know the truth.” You argue. “So I can get out of here.” Your last sentence was barely audible.

Teddy chuckled. “False. Objective human truth has no value in Andromedan cognition.”

You bit your cheek. Don’t let him get under your skin. You need a clear plan. After what’s more human than trying to survive? The man eventually left. You were alone with your thoughts again. You caught yourself staring at the cooled plate of breakfast and its modest cup of juice. Eggs, toast, and bacon. You hopped off of your bed. You sniffed the plate, a poor attempt to detect poison. Your stomach growled so you gave in and scarfed down the meal. It left much to be desired, but did the job. You take a sip of the apple juice but decide to leave it for later. Finished, you came to your feet. You weren’t sure how you missed it, but there was a medium scale spaceship replica displayed on the wall. If you hadn’t known anything you’d assume it was straight out of Star Wars. Must be an Andromedan ship.

You were startled awake by Teddy shuffling into the room. He held a plate of spaghetti and a cup of water. How long have you been asleep? He stiffly sat the food onto the ground and immediately went to his desk. There was always heavy tension in the small office, but he seemed…off. Stranger than usual. You wanted to ask him to turn down the AC and let you take a shower. Maybe even let you go. However, every moment is the time to prove your humanity. Good people love putting their own needs aside for others. Though you didn’t care much about Teddy or his troubled mind. You peeked at his computer screen. He was on a program that resembled Google Sheets. It looked very extensive. Teddy seemed to feel you staring and glanced at you.

“How are you? You seem tired.” You asked, your tone was more clipped than you wanted.

“I’m perfectly rested.” He answered.

You sigh. Suddenly your eyebags felt heavier. While Teddy continued doing who knows what at his desk you ate the spaghetti. It was warm, lightly seasoned. Eating on the floor reminded you of being a child. Maybe that's why you preferred it. Minus the viscera and alien paraphernalia in the room. The scene was morbidly domestic.

Teddy ceased his actions.

 His tone was impatient. “Done?”

You swallowed your last bite. You raise your eyebrows to say ‘Do you see anything else on my plate?’ Teddy motioned for you to stand. He took your height, with a tape measure. Then he took your body measurements. Finally, he had you take a seat on your bed.

“Open your mouth.”

You blink. “Why?”

Teddy put on sterile blue gloves. “So I can count your teeth and measure your tongue. I also need a few pictures.”

You blink again. “You can’t expect me to do that.”

“If you want to prove you're human so bad, open up.” Teddy secures your chin with his hand, clearly planning on using the other to pry your mouth open.

“Wait,” You jerk away. “I think I know what this is about.”

Teddy ran a hand down his face. “Enlighten me.”

“I think you have been misled. Sometimes conspiracy theories can make us…paranoid. Even do harm …maybe out of fear or the want to protect others.”

Teddy ripped his gloves off. He shook his head, and sloppily wrote down notes. “No. NO, I am not one of those simple minded people who are easily influenced. I know what I’m talking about.”

“Teddy, yo—you need help! You’re mentally ill!” You exclaimed. Full of resolve—to your detriment.

In a flash, Teddy suddenly slapped you. Your cheek burned, the sizzle of pain lingered. It seemed like everything stopped. Time, space, maybe even your heart. You didn’t move an inch. Tears welled up in your eyes. The scene felt all too familiar. Was it your mother’s final gesture to you before you left? Teddy breathed heavily, you dared not to look at him. He cleared his throat. 

“Everybody denies it at first. But then they confess.” Teddy left the room.

TAKEN.

Ch. 1

You're kidnapped by Teddy Gatz. What now?

This is a Bugonia fanfic. Takes place before Michelle but after Teddy has started claiming lives in the name of furthering his research.

Teddy Gatz x Fem! Reader

Warnings: Slight OOC, needle mentioned, kidnapping, and minimal gore described.

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You were pulled over on a rural road at night. Not your best decision, but you couldn't drive with a flat tire. You were crouched over loosening each lug bolt. Crickets and the monotonous scrap of metal were your only company. You’ve changed your tires so many times but with only a phone flashlight it was…difficult to say the least. You balanced your phone on your shoe so you couldn’t move much. Eventually your legs filled up with pins and needles. The uncomfortable sensation made you work faster. Finally, you loosened them all. You silently cheered then reached for your carjack. Only to be greeted by a tall man with a Jennifer Aniston mask. That much you could tell before you were stuck with a needle.

Your eyes fluttered open. They strain against the light. You were in some kind of room. Through your bleary vision you identified a desk and computer monitor. A few jars filled with…you squint. Your breath hitched. Body parts, everywhere, not just in jars. Is this real? You couldn't help asking yourself. It looked like a horror movie set.

You sat up and swung your feet off the metal table. It was similar to a metal autopsy table. Your hands and feet were tied—a cord connected them that was attached to an anchor in the ground. Your skin is sticky, covered in a white cream. You were still in your clothes from before. A random t-shirt and some jeans. Your head felt unnaturally light. There was a desk a few feet away from you. You inched closer to it when you heard a thud. You whipped your head around to see a man. He adjusted what seemed to be a piece of the wall in place. The exit.

He placed himself directly in front of you. “Welcome.”

You blink a few times. Your fear was too strong to speak. Not to mention your splitting headache.

“Are you conscious?” He asked. 

The man was strawberry blonde—his hair in a neat bun. He was lean, with a short beard. He wore casual clothes, had a rosy complexion. You met his eyes, a deep blue.

His eyebrows knitted together.“I can only proceed if you are fully conscious.”

“Yes? Sorry, wh—where am I?” Your voice trembled.

“This is my…office. Greetings. I’ll start. You are an Andromedan. I have an issue with your kind infiltrating earth and causing suffering. I will be studying and conducting research on you over the course of a few days.” He droned as if it was a normal Tuesday. 

You look at your shaking hands. You mind raced, he speaks like you aren't human. Half of what he said makes no sense. “I think you've mistaken me. I don’t understand.”

He scoffed. “Like I haven't heard that one before. You Andromedan really need to get more original.”

Think. You instinctively reached for your hair. A habit. Only to find nothing. No wonder your scalp was so ventilated. You look at the man again. He looked expectant, bored, and menacing. He’s done this before. The body parts and labeled jars all told a story. They were probably “studied” and “tested” just like you. He’s going to kill you.

Your mouth lost all moisture, your tongue—stiff. “Please, let me go. I swear I won’t tell anyone.”

The man hummed in reply. Unamused. 

Uncertainty riddled your words. “I can prove it! We can make a deal. It—it’ll even be in your favor.”

He crossed his arms. “You're the first to bargain. Must be a new tactic.”

While you tried to come up with an imaginary deal the man picked up a clipboard from his desk. Jotted down some notes and looked at you. The ball is back in your court.

You take a deep breath. “Ok. You give me a chance to prove that I’m human for the rest of the week. But if the week is over, and you still believe I'm an Andromedan then you can…can cut me up and put me in a jar. Maybe even sell me to an oddity store, I can be labeled ‘Fresh Andromedan’.”

The man for the first time looked anything other than unimpressed. He wrote down a few more things. Deep in thought.

“You’ll have my answer by tomorrow. I’ll bring your sustenance for tonight, there's a bedpan for waste.” He grabbed a container of anti-itch cream. “And apply this everyday, if not, I'll do it.”

With that he moved the piece of wall to leave. You caught a glimpse of another room, looked like a basement. You felt compelled to speak. To feel in control again. Say anything, something human. You roll your eyes. I am human.

“What’s your name?” You hesitate.

He looked over his shoulder. The lean man paused, reading your expression. “Teddy.”

He didn’t wait for yours.