Eddsworld x Reader One-shots!

You're Kinda Like Me

Red Leader x Failed Experiment! Child! Reader

GET 'ER DONE

Oi, sorry that it took me so long to get a oneshot done! I was just in a writing mood all of the sudden. Yeet!

Also, you're kind of like Scribble Tom in this. Not really, but kind of.

::Red Leader's POV::

Failed Experiment #201. Tomatoredd.

Failed Experiment #98.
Torm.

Failed Experiment #34. Scribble Tom.

So many strange cases...

I was currently sitting in an office chair, in front of a steel desk, reading over several files of failed experiments. There were so many. What was that Bing guy even doing? Made no sense.

Allow me to clear something up. I recently discovered that the insane movie producer who cloned us had done a lot more than just clone us for movie views. Ohh, nonono, he was using us for a lot more. And not just us, even! He had cloned many people, and there were many different rejects in these files...

I recently had paid Bing quite a large amount of money in order to have control over the rejects. Because I couldn't yet get my old friends to join my army, I had been thinking of ways to gain more strength. It just hit me one day- the clones. I could get clones of them from Bing!

I, of course, got even better than I had wanted. Rejects. These rejects were better than the originals. In my eyes, at least. Most of them were fusions. And fusions meant double, triple, even quadrupole the strength!

Anyways, back to the present. I was still looking through the files. Currently, I was looking at the files of people I didn't know. Their rejects intrigued me.

Failed Experiment #57.
Dotty Diwi.

Failed Experiment #32.
Armless Larry.

Failed Experiment #81.
Sad Laurel.

Then, one specific file caught my attention.

Failed Experiment #268.
Little Y/N.

Little Y/N. This was interesting, alright. I pulled the file out completely, and started reading it over.

Failed Experiment #268.
Name: Little Y/N.
Clone of:
Christopher Bingbong
Laurel Daring
Tord Larson
Edward Gold

...She has my DNA...

Purpose: She was made to be a daughter assistant.

Daughter was crossed out...

Cause of Failure: Got tired of her.

I raised a brow. Got tired of her? Wow. How pathetic.

I brought my gaze up to the top right corner. C7 was printed there in bold letters. Alright.

I got up from the chair and walked to the elevator, getting in and going up to Floor C. I don't know exactly why, but I was especially curious about this 'Y/N'. Maybe it was just the fact that she was a kid with my DNA, supposedly.

...Yeah, that was probably it.

The elevator door opened and I walked out, looking at the numbers on the metal doors. I couldn't help but smirk a bit. Metal doors made specifically for making sure that room inhabitants couldn't escape. Only the strong could escape...