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perfect obsession | yandere! perfect cell x (fem) android! reader

warning ; yandere themes, obsession, possessiveness, slight psychological manipulation

summary ; cell is used to being in control—of power, of his plans, of others. but when he encounters an android created by dr. briefs, who is kind, gentle, and compassionate, the contrast between them fascinates him.

The lab was quiet, save for the gentle hum of machinery and the soft clicking of buttons as you worked. Dr. Briefs had designed you with care—an android meant to aid rather than destroy. Everything about you was different from the world-destroying creature Cell had become, and yet, you could feel his eyes on you, watching with unnerving intensity.

"Dr. Briefs' newest creation," a low, menacing voice echoed through the lab.

You froze, recognizing it immediately. Slowly, you turned to face the towering figure of Perfect Cell. He stepped forward, his piercing eyes locked on you, that trademark smirk creeping onto his face.

"I must say, you're quite the interesting little project," he said, his voice smooth yet laced with something dark. "So... different from me. I can't help but wonder, why would the good doctor create something so... soft?"

You blinked, keeping your composure despite the growing tension. "Dr. Briefs didn't create me for destruction, Cell. I'm here to help. You and I—we're not the same."

Cell chuckled, the sound reverberating through the lab. "No, we're not," he agreed, his eyes narrowing as he took another step toward you. "And yet... there's something about you. Something that draws me in. You see, I was made to be perfect, to dominate. And you..."

His hand reached out, brushing a lock of your hair from your face, and you stiffened under his touch. "You're flawed in all the right ways," he murmured. "But that only makes me want to keep you closer."

You stepped back instinctively, your polite demeanor giving way to discomfort. "Cell, you're not supposed to be here. I think you should leave."

Cell's smirk widened as if amused by your defiance. "You don't understand, do you? I don't need permission. I take what I want." His voice was low, a dangerous edge creeping into it.

"And right now... what I want is you."

Your heart raced, not in fear of physical harm, but of the intensity behind his words. There was something twisted in the way he looked at you, as though you were no longer just an android to him, but something more—a prize, an obsession.

"I don't belong to anyone, Cell," you said, trying to keep your voice firm despite the unease crawling up your spine.

"Oh, but you will," he whispered, his hand resting lightly on your shoulder. "You just don't know it yet."

You tried to move away, but his grip tightened, holding you in place. "We're opposites, yes," he continued, his eyes gleaming with something possessive. "But that only makes this more... interesting. You're the only one who could ever hope to complete me, little android."

His voice was dripping with conviction, and you realized with growing dread that Cell wasn't just toying with you. He truly believed you belonged with him—or rather, to him.

"But don't worry," he said softly, leaning in just enough for you to feel the chill of his presence. "I'll be patient. After all, I have all the time in the world to make you see things my way."

You pulled away sharply, finally breaking free from his grasp. "I'm not like you, Cell. I never will be."

Cell's smirk didn't falter. "We'll see."

As he turned to leave, the air around you felt colder, heavier. You knew this wasn't over. Perfect Cell was patient, calculating, and worst of all, utterly convinced that you were his. And no matter how much you resisted, you could feel the weight of his obsession closing in around you.