Playing God (Newton X Reader)

Chapter 4 - A Rather Horrid Break-In

Newton was leaning on a pale green beanbag, assessing the project in front of him. Any questioning had disappeared from his head, having been replaced by a child-like wonder and curiosity of the world that surrounded him. He was assembling something from little sticks normally used for math calculations.

 

Meanwhile, someone watched from afar. An entity of the colour green that watched his every move, plotting and pondering it’s next move… What was he doing? Why? A quick runthrough of their head proved that Newton was making something for his darling.

 

“(Name)? Well then…” The figure thought to itself.

 

In the corner of the small empty classroom, a figure materialized under the command of the entity. Memories were processed and carefully run through, recreating her as perfectly as possible. Her proportions were edited slightly to make her seem younger, before dropped onto the ground, complete. (Name), recreated from memories. She donned a pale pink outfit and a tiara in her shiny hair to complete the look.

 

The fake (Name) was pivoted over to Newton, with the slightest green tinge in her eyes. Her movements contained grace and innocence, completely perfect for what the entity planned.

 

“Hello?” The young (Name) asked in a shy tone. She was looking down at Newton, her arms behind her back and blinking innocently.

 

Newton looked up at the figure. “Oh, hello, c-chum!” Newton stammered at (Name) standing over him. The childlike mindset that came packaged along with the kindergarten setting caused his mind to react unexpectedly. (Name) was dressed as a flipping princess!

 

“You wanna play?” (Name) asked shyly.

 

“I don’t see why not!” Newton chirped, and shuffled over to show the fake (Name) his creation.

 

And somewhere, the entity of green laughed. Everything was going as planned.

 

Meanwhile, in Bunkum…

 

“Hey!” (Name) cried out towards the two figures. “What did you say about Newty…?” She trailed off towards the end, not wanting to show any affection for what they saw as an insane monster.

 

“Newty?” The girl with orange hair snorted. “Is that some nickname for that Newton guy? Why’re ya calling him that?”

 

(Name) felt her face flush, cheeks burning bright red, like her face was a cherry.

 

“He… He… He’s a family friend.” (Name) lied, thinking quickly and filing away the false information somewhere at the back of her head to use later.

 

“A family friend... I see…” The girl said, seemingly somehow convinced. The man behind her then spoke up.

 

“I assume you must be my new costar in this film! I am the famous Marlon Random, legend of stage and film!” The man said, striking a few extravagant and admittedly ridiculous poses as he spoke.