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soup soup heyy !! i have a humble request for you :)

yknow that one prompt you did where the reader go flustered by the narrator degrading them? can you do something like that, but the narrator praises them instead? like he compliments them on how well they listen and how obedient they are and reader is blushing and stuff and narrator gets worried before realizing what was actually going on.

Anyway have a wonderful day !!! You deserve it!!!

Narrator and a reader who gets flustered by compliments

The narrator was quite pleased, having selected you as his protagonist. You’re so obedient, so willing to listen to orders and do as you’re told. 

He always comments on what his protagonists get up to, and you’re no exception. It’s your tenth consecutive run through the freedom ending. The narrator is swelling with pride and affection. Finally, someone gets the story he was trying to tell.

You deserve a reward. The narrator can’t give you anything physical, but he can compliment you.

“I must say, reader, you’re doing quite wonderfully. You were an excellent choice, to make the star of my story.”

You freeze in your tracks for a moment, and fight the flustered feeling that was trilling inside of you. Letting out a shy, “Thank you.” You continue on your way, trying to ignore the hammering of your heart.

The narrator wonders. That wasn’t quite the reaction he had anticipated. Sure, gratitude was a given, he gave you a lot to be thankful for. But your sudden shyness… That was very interesting. He decides he must do it one more time.

“Ah, you’ve made the correct choice yet again. Well done. I’m very pleased with your ability to follow directions.”

You haven’t recovered from the last compliment. You barely suppress a squeak that rises threateningly in your throat. Heat is rising to your face, and you keep your eyes firmly locked on the floor.

The narrator grins. He doesn’t quite know what’s happening, but it’s very entertaining. He hasn’t spotted your face yet, and hasn’t made the connection.

He presses himself slightly closer to the mic, voice dropping a bit. “You’re a good hero, reader. Very good indeed.”

Your legs start to shake, you lean against the wall for support. You let out an odd noise, somewhere between a whine and a splutter. The narrator gets a good look at your face. 

“Wait, why is your face red? Are you getting sick? Why didn’t you say any-” It’s clicked. 

Aha. It seems the narrator has found one of your secret buttons. His smile turns wicked. “Oh dear me, what a fascinating discovery. You like being complimented, don’t you, reader? Does it send a thrill through you, to know that my words hold power over you?”

Your face is red enough to direct traffic at a junction. The narrator presses his advantage. “It’s a very interesting system, isn’t it?” His voice is in just the right position. “You know… Rewards and punishments? It seems I know how to motivate you now. Not that you ever needed motivation. You’ve always been so obedient for me.”

You bury your head in your hands. Your life was practically over now. He knew what made you tick. There was no coming back from it.