FNF Senpai X Reader || Corrupted Code

Chapter 7: Perseverance

(i want to get this out of the way first and foremost: thank you so, so very much for 1k+ reads! i didnt expect the book to get this far. secondly, im sorry for never replying to comments, i really do appreciate them. however, i am nothing more than a socially inept teen boy)

Given your circumstances, you thought it was cute to have a little Senpai of your own waiting for you at home. Well, digitally, of course.

It was a strange thing, booting up your computer, only for Senpai to pop up out of nowhere with a joyous expression, so happy to see and talk to you again. You reminded yourself, each time, that it was just his advanced coding, but he seemed so real at the same time. Almost too real, in fact, but you've seen plenty of animated characters with human-like qualities and personalities that make you feel sorry for then. Fiction does affect reality, after all.

Though, you had to admit that it was rather fun to spend time with him, even if he was an artificial teenager who seemed a bit too spoiled or possessive at times. It was annoying, sometimes, when he would pop up out of nowhere with the chime of, "what are you doing? Oh, can I help?" Or, "pay attention to me, instead! Taking breaks is important, you know~" And as annoying as it may be, it made you feel less alone. As if someone was with you no matter what would happen.

Ugh, here you are... Getting attached to a fictional character. If only you could go back in time and whack yourself up over the head for ever picking up that game at the side of the road. Emotions suck, luckily Senpai only has programmed emotions.

Speak of the devil and he shall appear; the moment you walked into your room, you heard the familiar sound of an opening tab, followed by a pixelated voice that reached your eardrums painfully. "(Y/N)," the oh-so-familiar sound of Senpai's singsong tone echoed throughout your room. "You're back home! I missed you, how was your day? Did you meet anyone new? Tell me." He was as chipper as he always was, and for a second, you thought that this was his character getting worse and worse until you would have to be forced to remove his software from the coding in your PC.

"Hey, Senpai," you sat down in the chair in front of your computer, leaning back as Senpai's face contorted. Oh, what a sight. "No, nothing new happened today. I got to spend some time with some old friends, though, so that's nice." A fond smile crept its way onto your face, chuckle slipping from your lips as you remembered how much fun you had with those arseholes. You would definitely have to schedule another day for you guys to hang out.

Senpai didn't seem to like the thought very much, as his expression suddenly changed to one that held disgust and contempt, a blue shadow overcasting his eyes as he sneered, "oh," he scoffed. "I bet that was fun, though I haven't heard about them." He almost sounded accusing, words dipped with malice and hatred toward them. "You haven't told me about them." Since when did everything have to go through a tiny little line of code? God, this was kind of hilarious now that you thought more about it.

You pressed your lips together to form a thin line, "well, with all due respect," you looked over at the clock that hung on your wall, "you're a fictional anime boy wannabe, I don't have to tell you everything and you don't have the right to my personal life," you gestured with your hands lazily, fixating your gaze back to your screen where Senpai's expression just got worse. Talk about superiority complex. 

Despite your words, he fell silent, as if calculating his next words very carefully, or his programming didn't even understand what you were saying to him. He almost seemed to buffer, expression changing to one that seemed more in thought more than anything. He looked more perturbed, or maybe the correct word was disgruntled; gloomy. Seething in his fabricated melancholy and allowing it to take control of how he perceived other people with his judgemental gaze.

He was interrogative, almost frighteningly so, as if he was an actual person with emotions and thoughts behind his actions. Was that just a price to pay when you find yourself getting attached to fictional characters? Maybe it was, maybe it wasn't. It was rather annoying, however. A tremor shocked down your spine as his pixelated voice turned up once again,

"Oh. Are you angry at me? Your expression changed," he sounded devoid this time, "I was just interested," he tried, his voice getting more shrill as he continued to speak. "I'm worried about the people you surround yourself with, (Y/N). It's in my nature to love and care about you." It was almost as if he was trying to force information out of you; exhume the thoughts that you refused to allow him to see. Because, once again, he was a fictional character. "You do understand... Don't you? You don't want to hurt me, right?" He downright whined out to you, putting on a childish pout. If he were real, you would imagine him as stomping his foot like a spoiled brat. 

You smacked your lips and shrugged, leaning back in your chair as you set your hand on the side of your head, chewing on the inside of your cheek in boredom. "Yeah, sure, Senpai," you sighed, deciding to humour him just a bit. "They're just friends I've known for a very long time, I guess I just forget to mention them since our conversations never centre around my life outside you and me." His face visibly lit up after you spoke, a smile forming on the pixels that covered his fictional reality. His coding must have picked apart your words sparingly, you thought.

"Okay," he exclaimed with that bullshit eating grin on his face, "but tell me when you hang out with them again." He paused after finishing his sentence, soft humming emitting from the speakers of your computer, almost as if he were pondering over his next words very carefully. "You had some emails sent to you today-" the words immediately grasped your attention, which is what you imagined he wanted; "-and I didn't understand them. You never pegged me as the sort of person to sign up for newsletters." You didn't even sign up for newsletters, that was the thing. This really was just a programmed part of the game, huh?

Despite yourself, you laughed quietly and stretched out your limbs. "Not my fault the world has gone to shit," that much was true, "and I'm interested in what hellfire will come next in this hideous distortion of reality as we know it." He stared at you with a questionable gaze; confused. He looked quizzical, which you thought fit his personality rather nicely given the circumstances. "Plus, I'm really freakin' bored and," you gestured to your computer screen, "no offence to you, but it gets boring, talking to an anime boy with pre-set lines and dialogue." 

"Maybe I should try my hand at getting a partner? A girlfriend, boyfriend, even... I'm desperate, at this point. I'll take anything I can get." You rolled your neck and shrugged your shoulders, and your mind immediately went to the thought of being in a relationship. While you were extremely lonely and being in a relationship may help curb that loneliness, a certain part of you felt as if you weren't even ready for one. The commitment, the attention, everything... Does that not sound draining?

Senpai began to speak erratically, "what about me?" His simulated emotions were intense and the velocity of his voice nearly shocked you down to your core with how loud he suddenly was; how accusing he seemed to be in this moment.

"What about you?" You quirked an eyebrow, interested in what he could possibly have to say in this situation. Right, he was 'in love' with you, wasn't he? In love with your character, then transferring that love to you when he was realised of your existence. So many things were transpiring, and to be honest, you liked the confusion that it put you through. Making you think of your own scenarios and actions that you were sure would never happen in actuality or fiction unless you made them so.

Senpai's shoulders noticeably drooped, his expression becoming much more complex, like the angered one he held when you mentioned your friends. "I said, what about me? What's going to happen to me? I don't want to be left alone. You already promised... You wouldn't back up on your promise, would you?" He craned his head to the side, furrowing his eyebrows. Unlike when he had spoken with buoyancy, he was more...

Unhinged.

"Oh, well. Whatever happens, I'll still be waiting here for you to return, (Y/N)."