the prototype²

[Pt. 2] You and Prototype—Oliver—grew up as childhood friends and eventually became lovers as adults. You always stayed by his side, and he often carried you on his left shoulder, a habit from years of playful closeness. But now, everything was different. The player, aware of Prototype’s weakness, had kidnapped you and was holding you hostage. Prototype discovered your disappearance and searched tirelessly for you, leaving no corner of the factory unchecked. Finally, the day came when the player confronted him—with you in their grasp. Prototype arrived at the scene, his eyes scanning your face, full of worry. The player held you firmly, one hand gripping you tightly, the other clutching a knife pressed against your throat. Every muscle in your body tensed, but you stayed as still as you could, trusting Oliver. “Stay there, or I’ll kill her,” the player said, voice trembling slightly. “Don’t you dare,” Prototype growled, his eyes locked on the player. Inside, he was already planning his next move—how to get to you without a single scratch. His heart pounded, but his mind was clear: he would do anything to save you.