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
β 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 anyoneβs sense of self.
β 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 doesnβt even look down.
β 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.
β People -outsiders, they're not shown that same kindness. When the Player stepped into his heaven? He knew you were meant to die slow.
β 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.
β 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.
β 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.
β 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.
β 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.
β 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.
β 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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Sheβs here. Poppy.
He can see her, the riot of her red curls filling the edges of his vision, even with Kissyβs long, lanky body attempting to hide her from his sight.
The Prototype stalks forward, intent on finally putting an end to Poppyβs childish fixations, of fixing her, in the only way sheβs left him, when he catches a glimpse of the last, special guest seated snugly at the head of the table.
You.
The outsider. The intruder. The Butcher.Β
The one Poppy couldnβt bear to let go.
The Prototypeβs spidery limbs dig divots into the floor as he propels himself forward, his vision narrowing to the scope of your face, upturned and pointed at him.
A mere moment is all it takes to scoop you into his claws, the table juddering as he slams you down against its surface. The cups and plates rattle, crashing to the floor, yet even above the tinkle of shattering glass, the Prototype can hear your breath, loud and rushed. Your eyes have grown wide, luminous. Wet. The Prototype raises a needle-thin claw, intent on bursting them in their sockets.
βNo!β he hears Poppy cry out, desperate and shrill, only for her pleas to be silenced by a swift squeeze from Lilyβs braids.
Without lifting his head, the Prototype twists his neck to bring Poppy into view, the soft pop pop pop of shifting hydraulics blending with the increasingly flustered cadence of your breaths. Beneath his claws, your chest rises and falls in rapid bursts. A simple squeeze - quick, tight - would crush you.Β
βWhat will you do?β he trills, catching Poppyβs eye. His claws scrape along the table as they wrap more firmly around you, the GrabPack affixed to your back creaking ominously beneath his grip, and you gasp, the breath sticking wetly in your throat. The Prototype asks again. βWhat will you do?β
Poppyβs gaze stutters. She doesnβt ask for clarification - his meaning has been made all too clear. βI - β she gasps, gaze jumping between his own and to the outsider laid out beneath him. She pulls against her bonds, but the braids wound around her throat refuse to loosen, allowing her only enough air to speak. She firms her lips.
βI will never forgive you,β she croaks.
The Prototype stills. Beneath his claws, your heart races, a frantic thump - thump - thump that he longs to squash, and yet he hesitates, and rages at his dithering. I will never forgive you.
His gaze swigs to Lily.
βTake them,β he hisses, the words grating along his voice box.Β
βAwww,β Lily whines, her shoes squeaking against the floor as she rocks on her heels. βBut I wanted to play with our new friend, too - β
She squeaks as his free hand shoots out, claws forming into a point to pierce the cat toy tangled within her braids. Its body deflates with a sad, muted cry, and without another word, Lily forces Kissy and Poppy from the table, the latterβs incessant pleas for your life fading to white noise as theyβre ushered from the room.
Alone, the Prototypeβs head twists back to face you, the table creaking beneath his weight as he lifts a leg onto its surface.Β
βButcher,β he croons, dipping his head towards yours. βHow far youβve come. Little mouse in the walls.β
You bare your teeth, hands scrabbling at the back of his claws with barely enough strength to strip paint from a wall. Youβre nothing without the GrabPack strapped to your back, nothing without Poppyβs voice in your ears. An ant. A flea. Nothing.
And yet -
Toys have fought for you. Died for you. Flocked to you. And Poppy -Β
I will never forgive you.
The Prototype hisses.Β
βWhy?β he rasps, the word vibrating along his vocal chords. He lowers his head until the splay of his smile nearly overshadows your wan, dirty face. βWhat makes you so - β His voice rises to mimic Poppyβs. β - special?β
Your fingers slow, ceasing in their ineffective plucking at his claws. From within the cage of your chest, your heartbeat flutters.
βW-what?β you choke out, your voice gravel in your throat. The Prototypeβs head tilts as he compares it to the others in his database, copies it, and filters it away.Β
His head dips, jagged smile looming closer. βYou heardβ he insists, lone orange pupil darting to your throat as you swallow, tongue swiping out to wet your bottom lip.Β
And then you lift your hands.Β
The Prototypeβs claws tighten around your chest and you flinch, breath hitching at the pain, but it doesnβt stop you from reaching out, palms bared, fingers splayed. It would take so little to draw them into the cavern of his maw, to bite down, to rip, to tear.
But the Prototype doesnβt bite. Doesnβt rip. Doesnβt tear. He waits, bells jingling, limbs creaking, until your hands alight on his face. And then -
And then he stares. Feels.
Your palms are soft. Bruised. Warmth leaches from your skin into his, seeping deep into cracked porcelain, and as they move, tracing the curvature of his cheeks, the Prototype finds himself unable to resist chasing their heat, the joints in his neck creaking as he tilts his head into your hold.
βI just - β Your voice comes out brittle, soft, fingertips catching against the edges of his wide, wide grin. βI just want to help.β
The Prototypeβs bells jingle as he meets your gaze,Β porcelain cheeks pushing into your warm hands, and promises -Β Β
Catnap was never really fond of you in retrospect. You spoke to the Prototype too casually. Words that came out backhanded. Actions that toed the line between loyalty and betrayal. You weren't respectful of the Prototype, but you were never punished either because he liked you. Right. Liked. Not tolerated. Liked.
"Ollie, come onnnnn. Ugh, none of the toys are rebelling. Loosen up?" You spin in the swivel chair, and the Prototype moves his eye to glance at you.
"Behave."
"You like it when I act out. It reminds you that I'm still myself." You still, though, glancing at the security cameras. "It reminds you that you succeeded in turning me into this mess."
He crushes a storage container with his leg, and you shut up as he turns around to face you properly.
"I let you live because I still have a use for you."
"Ollie. You let me live because we're friends." You hop off the chair, patting his leg as you pass him. "I'll be out with Chum in security. Love ya."
He leans down as you get on your toes, pressing a kiss to his cheek as he stares at you.
"Rounds later."
"Yes, just come grab me then."
The Prototype turns as you slide the door open.
You pass Catnap on the way out as he's getting ready to report updates on the other traitors, sticking your tongue out at the toy as he hisses.
Silly kitty. You've known 1006 longer.
And, well. You were more useful than the cat anyway. The Prototype needed an example to be made out of you to the Toys. Behave and you survive like the orphan. You can become immortal like the orphan if you behave.
The promise of a false dream he was once promised he was now fulfilling through you.
Well, not your problem. You lost your humanity the second you became that silly toy.
semi-platonic!prototype x orphan!reader β 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 Sawyerβ¦yall Iβm literally dying.
It had been years since youβd 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 βuseβ. He always protected you, the only person he would allow to walk beside him once he became a god of Playtime.
You didnβt 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 βedibleβ. 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 peopleβor 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 heβd be unhappy once he discovered you were gone, if he hadnβt already. He didnβt 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 didnβt want to lose you in this placeβwhether that was by death or some other factor. At least if you were in the labs, he could try to save you. The βPoppy Gooβ 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 wasnβt the same, and you both knew it.
βHey Theo.β You speak softly, petting the nightmarish catβs mangy purple fur. He just stares at you, his pupils small and glowing white. βIs he looking for me?β 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 Theoβs domain. Stepping into the large atrium-like facility you make your way across the artificial terf and past home sweet home.
You canβt help but reminisce your days as an orphan. Running around with Theo, playing tag with Matthew, fighting with Kevin. There wasnβt a single part you didnβt miss. You werenβt 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 wouldβve seen them leave. They would know that they were gone. However, Ollie never mentioned it. Not onceβand he always told you everything. Or at least, thatβs what you wanted to believe.
Before you know it, youβre entering the sterile white domain of the labs. You donβt even have to turn a corner to see the prototype standing in the hallway looking very disappointed and somewhat frustrated. Just great, you think.
βYou know you canβt leave.β The prototype starts, his voice changing tone and personality with every word, a key sign of his anger.
βI build you heaven and you keep trying to escape.β 1006 notes, his voice getting lower towards the end, mimicking the doctor.
βOllie, Iβm sorry.β You sigh, pausing and thinking over your next words very carefully. βBut I canβt stay in the labs forever-β
βWhy not?!β The prototypeβs voice grows louder and more distorted as one clawed hand reaches out for you.
βOllie, please just try to understand.β The prototypeβs hand reaches out towards your face, one of his spiked fingers gently caressing your cheek.
βNo, I understand perfectly.β Ollie speaks, first imitating himself followed by a lower pitch of what you assume to be Leith Pierreβs voice.
He gestures something to the giant purple cat standing behind you.
You start to see red smoke clouding the room. βNo.β You gasp, pushing past the prototype and attempting to run in the other direction. Yet, youβre only met with a plain white wall. Youβre trapped.
βIβm sorry.β The prototype says, but you know he isnβt. Heβd gas you up 24/7 if it meant keeping you forever.
The red smoke is closing in, youβre feeling sleepy as the two creatures stare at you with blank expressionsβnot that they could really ever change with catnapβs mouth being in a permanent open smile and the prototypeβs face being a simple mask.
βYou will lose me one day.β You cough, trying not to inhale the red smoke as you lean against the wall, slowly losing consciousness. βWhether you like it or not.β
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 youβre rightβand 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. Itβs strange, he thinks. Heβs about to get rid of the only human in the factoryβone of the only people he actually liked to begin with.
Even when you rebelled, he couldnβt 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.
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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)
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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)
βοΈ 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.
βοΈ He'd tell you how good it was with you and how happy you made him! <3
βοΈ 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.
βοΈ 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.
βοΈ 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
βοΈ He'd trace his metal fingers over your back gently, whispering sweet nothings into your ear and telling you how good you took him.
βοΈ 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!
βοΈ 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!
βοΈ 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.
βοΈ 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.
βοΈ 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)
π Moonie is similar to his brighter counterpart when it comes to caring for you afterwards.
π 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.
π 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.
π 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.
π 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.
π Moonie will bring you comfortable night wear after a well needed shower, and a soft blanket. You'll still be sleeping in their room.
π Moonie will stay with you until the lights turn back on and Sunnie comes out to take the day shift.
π 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.
π 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.
π 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.
π 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)
π 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.
π 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.
π 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!
π 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.
π 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.
π 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.
π Big spoon baby, He will cuddle you afterwards and make sure you're comfortable while he whispers little nicknames into your ear in Italian.
π You might even catch him calling you petnames in english, but he prefers Italian.
π 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.
π 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)
π₯ 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.
π₯ 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.
π₯ 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.
π₯ 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.
π₯ 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.
π₯ Wouldn't be Tired tired though like you, maybe a few yawns here and there but nothing big.
π₯ If you needed More blankets or pillows he will order candy apple cookie or black sapphire cookie to get you whatever you need.
π₯ 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.
π₯ 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.
π₯ 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)
π 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.
π 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.
π 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.
π 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.
π 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.
π 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.
π Big and cozy cuddles and hugs. he'd cling to you like a koala and nuzzle his face into your skin.
π 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.
π 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?
π Sometimes you can hear him purring as he sleep afterwards when you are. But it's subtle and sometimes loud.
π 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.
π« 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.
π« 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.
π« And if he does consider giving you any aftercare, it'll feel like just being tossed a towel towards you and "do it yourself"
π« 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.
π« 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.
π« His job is important to him afterall, otherwise the circus would probably and most likely be in shambles.
π« But Jester would always scan your facial expressions, The mouth may lie but the eyes show the truth behind the sacred words.
π« 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.
π« 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.
π« But if you fall asleep from exhaustion he would linger around for a little while. unable to tear his eyes off of your body.
π« 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)
π 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.
π But Jestyn is another Aftercare king, Also a freak in the sheets but he will prepare something for you before you got started.
π 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.
π 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.
π He would caress your arm and back Gently and massage your shoulders, telling you how much he loves you and needs you.
π 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.
π If you were injured or anything from sexy time he would teleport any items you need straight towards you and patch you right up.
π 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.
π 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.
π Prefers sleeping with you while cuddling, taking care of each other until sunrise or when your shift is over and you need to leave.
π 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)
π·οΈ 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.
π·οΈ You had to teach him everything, From the sex itself and to the aftercare and how to properly deal with you.
π·οΈ 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.
π·οΈ But aftercare itself when it came to comforting you and being there is foreign for him.
π·οΈ 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.
π·οΈ 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.
π·οΈ Bathing would be difficult since Playtime Co is just a factory basically so they mainly have showers not bathtubs.
π·οΈ He would've bathed you but due to his sharp pointed fingers he refrains himself and just watched from the shadows.
π·οΈ 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.
π·οΈ He'd take care of himself and bring you to one of the abandoned rooms that an orphan once housed and let you sleep.
π·οΈ 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.
π·οΈ 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)
πΈ Nowhere near a Virgin and nowhere near inexperienced when it comes to Aftercare, especially with how often he was with Asmodeus.
πΈ He's so experienced you'd think he originated in the Lust ring with how slippery he is, but luckily he's very attentive.
πΈ 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.
πΈ He'd ask if you wanted to use a vibrator to calm down and stimulate yourself out of the tiredness.
πΈ 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.
πΈ 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.
πΈ 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.
πΈ 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.
πΈ 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.
πΈ Or he would ask Asmodeus or Blitzo if they have anything for your injuries...But Fizz is pretty proud of his work regardless.
πΈ 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.
πΈ 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 ππ 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 π 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
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.
Notes: Prototype might be out of character. Reader is gender neutral but is referred to as 'mother'. Reader has been turned into a toy but what they are has not been described. Set after chapter 5. Reader was originally human.
It has been what feels like yearsβit most likely has beenβsince Poppy last saw you. But you...you aren't what she remembers. You're not human anymore. You're plastic, it almost looks like porcelain with the way the light shines down on you.
"Mother.." She whispers, hurrying towards your sitting form, the monster following after her. Poppy curled into your lap, her tiny hands reaching towards your face. Sobs escaping her mouth before her head whipped behind her, staring the prototype down. "What did you do to them!" She screamed.
"What I had to." He answers, circling the mother and daughter. "They were sick," He paused, the jingling of his bells being the only thing heard in the sickening silence before he continued. "They asked me to do this. And why should a son deny his mother a chance to live." Poppy gasped, shaking her head. "Liar!" The doll shouted at the towering monster.
"They would've-..." She stuttered, her voice fading into her voice box. "Would've what, Poppy?" The prototype prods, that sickening grin looking down at her. Poppy hugs you tightly, shaking her head. "They would never have let you do this! Never!" She sobs.
The prototype growled, grabbing poppy by the head and lifting her up to his eye level. "You have no right to say that!" He hissed. "I have every right!" She shot back, her body shaking. The prototype looked down at you before looking back at poppy, his grip tightening. Nearly making her look worse. "I should have never brought you to them. What a waste." He scoffed, re-adjusting his grip on poppy and walking away from you.
"What are you doing!?" Poppy yelled, squirming in his grip, before realisation started to dawn. "No! Don't put me back there!" The doll cried out. "Please! Let me stay with them!" She begged, but he never reacted. "Mother!" She screamed. And that cry seemed to wake you.
The porcelain doll continued to scream and cry before a voice cut in. Your voice. "P-Poppy..?" You rasped, your eyes fluttering. "Mother!" Poppy gasped. The prototype paused mid stride, turning around and walking towards you. "Did she wake you, Mother?" He asked, his grip tightening around the doll's waist. You just stared at him, no response coming from your lips.
The prototype hummed, a deep rumble coming from his chest. "Sleep, Mother." He said gently. "You will see her again soon." He assured, his hand stroking your head gently. "What did you do to them!?" She repeated as the prototype continued his stride to the exit. Ignoring her cries. As you stared helplessly at her, frozen in your position. Watching as they left, poppy's cries echoing through the factory.
"Poppy." You repeated, but no one could hear your weak voice.
