#hehehehe refrence to the self-aware! coil story

[phighting-x-you]

hey man love the work you doing keep it up. i have a request if you don't mind doing could i have yandere phighting x human reader

i can imagine human reader is wearing allot of clothing on to prevent their identity being seen.

Thank you!!!!! ♡ This is an interesting concept,,,

Yandere! Phighting x human! reader! 💘💌

Oh, being isekai'd into your favourite roblox game was too much to process, how could this even be possible?! You're trapped with no way out!

One minute, you were enjoying a match, and then...oh? You can't remember what happened next? Strange. The memory was lucid, as if it were fading from you.

You were wearing your baggy clothes and pulled up the hood to conceal yourself. You were the only human in a world of Inphernos, and you did not want to be discovered.

Unfortunately for you, it didn't take long for the characters to notice you and your peculiar appearance.

"What...are you?" Sword asks, holding your face in his hands, turning it in various directions as he inspected you. Beside him were Rocket and Medkit who were equally as stunned.

"They aren't one of us, that's for sure." Rocket mused, lifting his goggles over his eyes to get a good look at you. "Are you maybe underdeveloped?"

"They can't be." Medkit answers, stepping closer. Sword takes his hands off of you for the doctor to inspect you. "Inphernos die if their horns aren't there. If they were underdeveloped, they'd atleast have stubs forming, and I don't see any gear, either."

"Look at them, they're shaking." Sword points out, noticing how you held yourself tightly. "Poor thing, you must be cold." He turned to his friends. "We can't leave them out here alone."

"And what? Trust that they won't turn on us?" Rocket scoffed, seeming suspicious of you. "We don't even know what they are. Why can't we just dump them somewhere like, I dunno, Blackrock?"

"Absolutely not." Medkit clipped at the suggestion, a shadow casting over his face. "If we leave them in Blackrock, SFOTH knows who will find them and what he'll do."

The three Phighters turned back to look at you. Sword reached a hand towards you and smiled softly.

"Listen, we don't know who or what you are, but we won't hurt you. I promise. Come with us, it isn't very safe out here. We'll keep you safe, okay?"

Shakily, you reached out and took his firm hand. It wasn't like you had any other options.

Sword flashed a friendly grin. A little too friendly...

As time passes and you find the courage to go into public areas, you stuck to the trio that had found you. This caused more Inphernos learn about your existence, asking questions and observing you closely. Too closely.

"That's not an underdeveloped Inpherno?" A wide-eyed Slingshot and Skateboard ask, looking at Medkit as if he was lying. As Medkit explained about what you were, a small group of Phighters had gathered to get a good look at you.

It felt overwhelming, as if you were an animal in the circus and the audience was expecting you to perform for them. Atleast you had Sword beside you for support.

"They don't look like much..." Banhammer said lowly, a small smirk tugging at his lips as he poked at the top of your head. "But they're cute nonetheless."

"Well, then, what's yer name, pretty~?" Scythe asks, tilting your face to look up at her. "Yer quite the catch, I'll give ya that..~"

"Hey, hands off!" Banhammer demands, bearing his fangs. "They don't want a scumbag like you touching them."

"Hey, hey now..." Sword began. "We don't want any trouble, okay-"

"Ohh, look at their eyes!" Vine Staff exclaims, cutting off Sword and cupping your face. She was smiling at you warmly. "Such a beautiful colour, too!"

"And what's this flowing from their head?" Shuriken asks, twirling a lock of hair around his finger. "It feels so nice and soft."

"MY CREATOR WOULD LIKE TO SEE YOU." Biograft blurts out, his eyes glowing as he spoke. "HE IS AN INTELLIGENT MAN."

As Sword tried to get everyone to stop prodding at you, you felt yourself heating up from the attention. These Inphernos seemed to like you! That should be a good thing, right?

Some Phighters were more curious than the others, often causing arguments to arise.

"Just because you found them first doesn't mean you own them, Meddy!" Subspace snapped as Medkit stood infront of you, protecting from the unhinged scientist.

"Subspace, you and I both know what sick experiments you'll try to run. Don't push your luck." Medkit spoke coldly.

"Oh, please! I'd never do something so cruel!" Subspace retorts, shoving Medkit out the way and pulling you close. "Now, my dear, what's your name? I'm Subspace Tripmine, and I'm Blackrock's #1 scientist! I'm the one responsible for inventing the Biograft, and I'd love to show you around sometime-!"

"That's enough, Subspace." Sword insists, pulling you away from the scientist and putting a protective arm around you.

"Hmph!"

News about you spread like wildfire to the point where the idols of the game had decided to approach you, how exciting!

"Aw, Dom, look at 'em! They're so cute!" Valk says, shaking your hand too eagerly. "My name's Valk, and that's Dom. Together, we're the Flipside Brothers! We sing songs for Phights and Phestivals, but we're considering starting a talk show, and you'd be perfect for appearing as our first guest!"

"Valk, I think that's enough.." Dom says, gently pulling his overexcited brother away from you. He cleared his throat, looking into your eyes. "We've heard that you aren't an Inpherno, and it's intriguing to us. So, perhaps, we could interview you? Maybe tell us how you got here? We aren't forcing you, obviously, but it'd give us a chance to get to...understand you better?"

As time went on, the Inphernos seemed to accept you, getting comfortable with a human living amongst them...but you didn't want to stay here permanently.

Sometimes you cried, feeling homesick. You missed your friends and family dearly, they must think you're dead. One day, during a crying session, some Phighters approached.

"Hey, lighten up, 'kay?" Coil said, gently slinging an arm over your shoulder. "It ain't all bad here."

"Yeah, dude! Everybody likes you here!" Boombox joined in, lifting his visor to look at you properly. "It's okay to miss your home world, but you'll be perfectly fine here. We promise."

As Boombox said that last line, Coil shot him a dirty look, and the DJ instantly stopped talking. You didn't pick up on it, though, you were busy wiping the tears from your eyes.

You now had your own place to stay, yet the Phighters always offered to let you stay the night at theirs.

It had been a while now, and you're fully accustomed to your new world. Closing your eyes, you felt happy. Happy for your new friends and their overwhelming kindness...

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"I have to admit, Subspace, this was an excellent idea." Medkit grins slyly at his ex-colleague, who cackled in return.

"Oh, please! I thought this would all fail! I'm more surprised that you went with the whole overprotective persona." Subspace bears his teeth in an unapologetic smile. "Most of the credit goes to Boombox and...Coil"

All the Phighters were gathered around a table in Slingshot's cafè, seeming to have a celebratory meal. All the Phighters were talking amongst themselves, mischief gleaming in their smiles.

"Coil, wherever did ya learn to get outta the game to hijack the player's computer? I'm impressed, truly." Scythe inquires, swirling her glass of wine.

"Oh? I dunno, really. I suppose exploring the features of the game which links into the user's database can really pay off." Coil explains, taking a hearty bite out of a taco. "Couldn't have done it without Booms, though."

On cue, Coil fist bumps his partner in crime. "Welp, with Y/N in our world, they'll never leave! They're ours, forever!" Banhammer exclaims, getting cheers of agreement from everybody.

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Outside, Hyperlaser exited the cafè from the back, opting to take a quick smoke. Whistling, he flickered his lighter until a small but bright flame appeared.

As if on cue, the fiery light illuminated Katana's silhouette, which was leaning against a dumpster, one foot rested against it.

"So. You're just like the others." He muses, disgruntled, not moving an inch. Confused, Hyperlaser concealed his lighter and walked closer towards Katana.

"What do you mean?" He asked steadily, fully knowing what was coming.

"You know what I mean." Katana snapped, his voice bitter. "You and everyone else, thinking it was acceptable to tear Y/N from their world and force them into ours. It's disgusting."

Hyperlaser sighed, Katana was the only Phighter against kidnapping you. Angrily, he sized up to his fiancè, his masked eyes burning into the other's.

"Kat, please. We're all fond of the player, even you've said-"

"Whatever I've said doesn't matter, I'd never force anyone into an unfamiliar world!" Katana snapped, shoving Hyperlaser with such force it caused him to fall onto the ground. "Y/N is trapped here, this isn't a heaven for them, it's a purgatory. It's cruel, it's unfair, and it doesn't benefit them. It only pleases you and everybody else. None or you care about their feelings, rather you all only care about getting what you want. You're selfish and greedy for someone you've all subtly manipulated into accepting their prison."

Hyperlaser was at a loss for words. He'd never heard Katana speak with such raw emotion before, let alone hearing an outburst like this. It didn't sound like him, it made him feel sick.

"Katana, I-"

"Hush." Katana began to walk away, only stopping to slightly turn his head to look back at Hyperlaser, leaving him with words which cut into the masked Phighter's soul. "I thought you were better than this."

With that, the samurai was gone, leaving Hyperlaser with silent tears of regret streaming down his concealed face.