#the puppeteer x you

[eldritch-nightmare]

slow dancing.

a/n: idea popped into my mind and it became this. originally this was gonna include x virus but u know. my mind went blank for him. burying my head in my hands why did the bonus character one get longer than the rest i had to force myself to stop writing it holy hell

premise: it's storming outside, and the radio is playing a soft love song. so, why not dance? that was your thought as you approached your partner, getting their attention by holding your hand out, "dance with me."

includes: jeff the killer, the puppeteer, hobo heart, ticci toby, and zalgo. + a bonus character bc why not.

warnings: not proofread, very vaguely implied kidnapping and stockholm syndrome in jeff's part, blatantly stated kidnapping in zalgo's part, it's just fluff actually, inconsistent length, nsfw elements in the bonus part don't look at me okay

JEFF THE KILLER

"Huh?"

He just sorta stares at you for a moment, confusion evident in his gaze as he stares at your outstretched hand. Honestly, you don't know why he seemed so caught off guard. You two were long past the... ugly beginning of your relationship.

You just shrug at his confusion, casually explaining that since neither of you could go outside due to the weather, you might as well make the most of it. Why you've decides that dancing in the best way to pass time during a storm is beyond him.

He thinks you're weird as hell for this, and he says such to your face, but he's already reaching out and taking your hand, letting you take the lead this once as you pull him close to you. He certainly isn't complaining anymore now that the two of you are pressed together like this.

Jeff can't dance to save his life though, so you'll have to take the lead and guide him through simple steps. It's annoying, having you teach him something, but he likes the way you smile when he sways along with you to the music, so just this once, he decides it's not too bad.

He enjoys himself far more than he's willing to admit, and you don't miss the way his grip on you lingers for a moment too long after the song ends before he pulls away from you, grumbling about how pointless that was before returning to whatever he had been doing before.

THE PUPPETEER

He would glance up from the project he's working on, golden eyes peering up at you as he processes your request. He rarely ever had the radio playing, but the rain made it hard to focus so he had turned it on to drown the storm out. Honestly, he hadn't even noticed you were in the room with him.

He'd raise a brow, part of him wanting to scold you for interrupting his work and asking him to do something for you, but... well, he has been working for hours now with no break, so what harm could this do?

He'll let out a slightly exasperated sigh before standing from his seat and taking your hand. You won't be able to take the lead here, since he already knows how to dance.

You two will sway along to the music, the sound of the storm no longer existing as the two of you get lost in your own little world together. You're comfortably resting your head against his shoulder, quietly humming along to the song while he's closing his eyes and allowing himself to relax even if only for a moment.

The Puppeteer could honestly get lost in the moment here if he lets himself. You'll start to feel strings coiling around you, and you'll glance down to see his signature golden strings lazily latching on to you, almost as if to keep you close to him if you try pulling away.

When the song ends, he'll immediately leave his thoughts and open his eyes, detaching from you and stepping away. The strings don't immediately let go, but he pretended as if they weren't there. You don't need to know just how attached he is to you.

HOBO HEART

He's immediately taking your hand before he even processes your request, just eager to be touching you in some way as he stares at you as if you had personally put all the stars in the night sky. And once he does process your request, he's nodding along.

Heart doesn't care about the storm. He's been out in so many of them in his lifetime that he barely even acknowledges when it rains anymore. But if you wanna dance to keep your mind off the storm, then he's all for it.

He has no idea how to dance, so it's a bit clumsy and his grip on you is definitely a little too tight but you're both having fun, and you can tell he's trying his best to please you.

You'll definitely have to take the lead here.

And at some point, he'd burying his face in either your neck or your hair, softly muttering sweet-nothings to you as the two of you sway together to whatever sappy love song is playing on the radio.

Heart always feels like he's in heaven whenever you're close like this, and he's enjoying this a lot more than he thought he would.

Once the song ends, you'll try to pull away but he's clinging to you, clearly not satisfied enough to let you go. Welp. Looks like you're dancing to another song.

TICCI TOBY

Toby would definitely be the most hesitant to take your hand. He's not good with close contact, and he recoils from physical touch more often than not, even if he knows it's someone he can trust.

But the booming thunder outside is too loud. Too similar to cars crashing together. Too familiar. He needed a distraction, and you were providing him one. It took him a moment, but he was hesitantly reaching out and taking your hand.

He vaguely knows how to dance. He would dance along to upbeat songs with Lyra when he was younger, and when he was really young, he would sway along to some random old 80s song that his mom enjoyed. But slow dancing is not something he's done before, and the close proximity set him on edge a bit.

He's too tense, his grip too tight one moment and too loose the next. Occasionally, a tic would cause the both of you to stumble a bit before regaining balance.

You were patient with him, going at his pace and letting him take the lead as he got comfortable being so close to you. Once his shoulders relaxed and he seemed less tense, you gave him a few pointers that he carefully followed .

Soon enough, the two of you were swaying together to an old love song playing on the radio. He still flinched whenever a particularly loud thing of thunder would roar, but you were able to keep most of his attention focused on you.

The two of you end up swaying together until the storm dies down.

ZALGO

You're not entirely sure what exactly classifies as a storm in this cursed realm you found yourself trapped in, but they were far more scary than the ones back in the mortal world. The sky here literally screamed in agony as a sickly rustic-scented liquid rained from above.

You were lucky enough to have a radio with you to distract you from the raging storm outside. You don't question how it works here, opting to just believe it's some weird Zalgo-esque bullshit.

You were just glad you weren't alone right now, your loving captor having decided to deign you with his presence. You still weren't accustomed to his true form, no one is really, so he had opted to appear in a... acceptably human state.

When a love song started playing through the radio, you had turned it up a bit in hopes of drowning out the storm. The idea of dancing didn't come to your mind immediately, but you could feel Zalgo's many eyes just staring you down from across the room.

With a sigh, you force yourself away from where you had comfortably been sitting and cross the room. You did not miss the way Zalgo's stern expression softened ever so slightly when you held your hand out and asked him to dance with you.

Even in this form, he was much taller than you, so dancing was certainly... odd, and the feeling of his deathly cold skin against yours was not at all pleasant, but you chose to ignore that.

And he was clearly enjoying this for one reason or another. You suppose that was a good thing, and you found yourself enjoying this as well, much to your surprise.

Hm... maybe you'll invite him to dance more often. Maybe.

BONUS: HABIT no i havent finished emh yes i am writing this i need the guy to fuck me stupid seven ways to sunday i am not immune

Habit immediately beams the moment you ask him to dance with you, taking your hand and immediately pulling you close to him. You had to make sure you took the lead immediately, otherwise, who knows what would've happened.

Is he a good dancer? Fuck no. Evan probably is, maybe slightly, but Habit? Nah, it's not his cup of tea. He just likes when you're close to him.

His hands wander a little lower than they should be, resulting in you continuously having to fix them. Whenever you glare at him for that, he just innocently smiles as if he's done nothing wrong.

Though Habit's constant teasing was a bit annoying, you still enjoyed dancing with him, swaying along to the song playing on the radio as the storm raged on outside, adding to the strangely romantic ambiance that seemed to be developing.

It was soft enough that it almost made you forget the amount of carnage he could cause if he so desired, the carnage he has caused. He seemed to be in a rather good mood today, judging from how he isn't verbally teasing you for wanting to dance with him.

You were both content in each other's arms, the song ending and another starting, neither of you ready to pull away from each other just yet. At some point, he had buried his face in your neck, taking deep breaths as if he were trying to burn your scent into his mind.

It was when the third song ended that you finally decided to pull away from him.

The moment you tried doing so, however, his grip on you was tightening and he was letting out a low growl, "Don't move, bunny." And that was enough to cause you to freeze. Not out of fear, though there was certainly an underlying sense of it, but mostly curiosity.

Before you could question him, you felt his bulge pressing into your leg, and Habit was evidently restraining himself from grinding against you, his nails digging into you as he kept you in place. Oh.

Seems like he wanted more from you. Here's to hoping you have the energy to keep up with him this time.

#jeff the killer x reader #jeff the killer x you #the puppeteer x reader #the puppeteer x you #hobo heart x reader #hobo heart x you #ticci toby x reader #ticci toby x you #zalgo x reader #zalgo x you #habit x reader #habit x you #creepypasta x reader #creepypasta x you #emh x reader #emh x you

[homicidal-slvt]

Puppeteer x Judge Angel’s sister reader. However, Judge Angels was aware of Puppeteer so she has to protect her sister. 🗡️

"His Little Doll"

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The Puppeteer x Fem|Y/N

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Warnings: Angst, Manipulation, Obsessive! Puppeteer, Arguing

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Since the trauma you and your sister endured during childhood, she's always been very protective of you. She shields you from any and everyone she sees as unworthy.

This sometimes leads to arguments, as you're sick of her dictating who you can and can't see.

That's where Puppeteer comes into the picture, he has a deep fascination with you. From the moment he saw you show up that day with Angel, he knew you were the most precious doll he'd ever laid his eyes on.

Angel knew his reputation though, she knew he was bad news. He was known to be one of the more manipulative and cruel killers, so she of course didn't trust him around her sweet sister.

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"Stop telling me what to do!!!"

"I'm trying to protect you!!!"

"I don't need it!!! We're both adults now!"

You were absolutely fuming as you were yet again dismissed by your sister, she meant well but it was too much. You wanted to make your own decisions about people without her scaring them off.

So, just to spite her- you decided to pay the most forbidden killer a visit.

That night when you showed up at his room, you wouldn't believe the pure thrill he felt. He didn't even hesitate to pull you inside by your wrist, so you spent the whole night talking to him.

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"I can't believe you went behind my back and started seeing HIM of all people!!! Do you have any idea-"

You cut her off with a glare and searing words, they sank into her heart like a knife.

"DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA WHAT HES REALLY LIKE?!?"

You swiftly turned on your heel and left your sister there, she was fidgeting slightly. For once in her life she wasn't able to protect you, she couldn't stop you from making your own decisions, she was terrified of what the outcome may be.

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"It hurts that she can't just trust my judgement..."

What started off as you just seeing him out of spite bloomed into a genuine interest in him. He always was there to listen to you, never once complaining and you did the same for him.

You just couldn't see the monster that everyone else claimed he was.

"She cares about you but you should live your own life. I'm sure she'll get used to it."

His words were sweet like honey, making you melt slightly. He had you exactly where he wanted you.

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"Hey hey- what happened?"

You were stopped by the familiar voice of Puppeteer, he knew exactly what happened. He watched the whole thing unfold, though he put on his innocent act reserved specifically for you.

"Just... Another argument is all."

He opened his arms welcoming you into a tight hug, his skin was cool to the touch but also oddly soft.

"She really is unfair to you. Isn't she?"

He replied softly while stroking your hair, his master plan was working all the pieces falling perfectly into place.

It didn't matter how long it took or how much effort it took. He had decided for certain after that night you came to his door, that you were meant to be his. He was here for you and you were here for him, he wasn't letting anything take that away.

He was willing to urge you into severing ties with your own sister if she continued to be a problem to his dear little doll. He couldn't have you so upset now, could he? Absolutely not on his watch.

This was the beginning of something you were completely unaware of.

You were being comforted by a monster.

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{I really went dark with this one- oops Lmao}

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[eldritch-nightmare]

If it isn't to much trouble could I get something of a part 2 to the puppeteer fic you wrote? Like Maybe from his pov where he realizes he does have much of a deeper love for his s/o and he starts showing it to them i

a/n: of course! i recommend you read part one if you haven't already since i'm pretty proud of that post, but it isn't required tbh.

hesitant to love.

pairing: puppeteer x gn!reader.

synopsis: the puppeteer has been dating you for a while now, and he thought it was just a casual thing but after a conversation with emra, he begins to realize that it's something deeper.

word count: 1.2k words.

warnings: use of y/n, he's very conflicted about his emotions, fluff, angst if you turn it upside down and squint, confessions of love, heavy use of italics.

"You're in love with them, aren't you?"

Emra's words echoed in his mind as he stared blankly at the door she had just walked out of. He almost wanted to burst into laughter, being accused of such a thing! Ha!

Love? Him? Please.

Sure, he's a bit kinder to [Y/n] than he is to anyone else, and maybe he enjoys their company more than he would like to admit. And yeah, he does have a bit of an attachment to them. And maybe he does enjoy the smiles he gets when he cracks a joke and the gentle gaze they always seem to reserve just for him.

But love? No. No way. He's an evil spirit that feeds off negative emotions! How could he possibly feel a weak emotion such as love?

There's no way! There's simply... no... way...

Huh...

Now that he's thinking about it... he does always seem to be in a better mood whenever [Y/n] is around...

They always know how to cheer him up whenever he's feeling down as well. Not even Emra can do that anymore. And yet they're able to do it so easily.

And even when he's not in the mood to see anyone, he's still okay with sitting in silence with them. He's never been like that with anyone, not in a good long while.

Dating them is one thing, but being in love with them? That's not... that's not right. That's not how this was meant to go. How could he be in love with them? It made no sense.

No. No, it does make sense.

What doesn't make sense is how it had taken him so long to notice. The Puppeteer prides himself on being in control of his emotions. He has to be. If he can't control something as simple as emotions, then that makes him weak. So what happened? Why didn't he notice he was falling in love? Why did he allow himself to feel this way? And who else has noticed?

Emra clearly has, though he supposes he can't be too upset about her being able to read him like a book.

Has Zachary noticed?

It's safe to say he probably hasn't. He'd use it against the Puppeteer, no doubt. Be it a way to get on his nerves, or as a potential weapon against him.

Fuck.

If anyone outside of those two finds out that he's in love, it could spell trouble not only for him but for [Y/n] as well.

…

…

Well, what the hell is he supposed to do now?

What does anyone do after they realize they're in love? He can hardly remember his life as Jonathan, he doesn't want to, so he isn't sure what he did when he realized he was in love with Emra. Logically, he probably told her, right?

But that was then, and this is now. He's no longer the person he once was. I mean, he's dead now, for starters.

So, instead of thinking about how he would've reacted in the past... what would The Puppeteer do in the now?

Well, realistically, he'd bottle these emotions up and push them to the side. But he doesn't want to do that to [Y/n]. The thought of distancing himself from them made his chest ache, to be honest. Which is... odd, considering.

The uncertainty of these emotions lingers with him throughout the night, and they stick with him in the morning as well.

He avoided Emra like she was a disease, pretending she didn't even exist as he came to terms with the inner turmoil inside of him. He felt a little guilty, seeing the despondent expression on her face, but he could always make it up to her later. Maybe.

Zachary certainly didn't miss the way he seemed to be caught up in his thoughts, but he ignored any remarks thrown his way in favor of sorting through the storm of his mind.

Seriously... what the hell should he do?

"Don't you think you're asking the wrong person for advice?" Helen's voice cuts him out of his thoughts, and The Puppeteer lets out a small huff of annoyance as he floats next to his friend, watching him paint with a bored expression.

"Who else is there to ask?"

"Have you maybe considered Jane? Or Nina?"

His face scrunches up slightly at the mere mention of Nina's name, and there was no way in hell he was going to go to Jane for relationship advice. She'd probably... skin him alive or something. If he were still alive, that is. Knowing Jane, she'd still figure out something. She's... scary like that.

Helen just shakes his head and sends The Puppeteer off, telling him to figure things out himself. What fun.

So, that's how The Puppeteer finds himself here in his workshop, mindlessly tapping his desk and staring blankly at the wall, too caught up in his own thoughts to be aware of his surroundings.

"—ello? Hello?"

He's dragged out of his thoughts by the sound of someone speaking, and he blinks at the sight of someone waving their hand in front of his face. A slight sense of annoyance sparked inside of him, but it withered away the moment he realized it was just [Y/n] trying to get his attention.

"You feeling okay? You were pretty zoned out there," [Y/n] says, worry clear in their expression as they rest a hand on his shoulder.

The Puppeteer should brush off their concern, he thinks. There are actually a lot of things he should do.

He should break up with them.

He should feed off their misery.

He should kill them.

He should treat them the way he treats everyone else.

He should.

But he doesn't.

He can't.

With all the thoughts clouding his mind and the emotions he thought to be long dead burning in his chest, he really isn't fit for conversation. Who knows what he might end up saying? It could lead to something—

"I love you."

—that it shouldn't lead to.

Well fuck.

[Y/n] was certainly caught off guard by the confession as well, seeing as they pulled their hand away from them from the sheer force of shock. He supposes he can understand why they're shocked. He doesn't say stuff like this. He's never told them that he loved them.

Their silence only served to make him more antsy than he already was, and he cleared his throat, "Right, well, I'm busy, so you need to–"

The Puppeteer's words were cut off as [Y/n] put their hand on the back of his neck and pressed their lips against his own. It was certainly an effective way to shut him up, that's for sure.

He didn't even get a chance to kiss back before they were pulling away, so very obviously flustered by their own actions as they stumble over their words for a moment.

"I love you too." They finally manage to say, trying and failing to suppress the little smile forming on their oh so beautiful face.

And oh. Oh.

"I'm never going to be able to let you go now..." He mumbles, trying to force back his own smile as he pulls them down for another quick kiss.

He really is in love.

#anon #the puppeteer x reader #the puppeteer x you #creepypasta x reader #creepypasta x you #the puppeteer #creepypasta

[eldritch-nightmare]

I LOVED! the puppeteer relationships post.

Now I gotta ask

Any nsfw stuff???👀

-reagan

a/n: fun fact! the puppeteer is actually asexual! i'm not sure if his creator says if he's sex-repulsed or not, so i opted to write him like... he doesn't feel sexual attraction, but he isn't against watching his partner get off and even helping them a bit at times, y'know? also really glad you enjoyed the relationships post because i really enjoyed writing it <3

nsfw puppeteer headcanons.

warnings: this is now technically my second time writing nsfw because the first time i was writing this, my power went out and i lost everything. BUT STILL IM NEW AT NSFW so if it's bad i'm sorry i am but a virgin and demisexual this is not my area of expertise, minors do not interact, this is pretty short too sorry, masturbation, voyeurism, edging, dominance??, praise, possessive behavior, i think that's everything?? lmk if i missed something!

Okay, so, since he doesn't feel sexual attraction, the Puppeteer doesn't find sex as an appealing thing to partake in either. That, however, does not mean he doesn't gain any form of pleasure when watching his partner masturbate.

The pleasure he gets is more emotional rather than sexual. It pleases him immensely knowing that his partner trusts him enough to be this vulnerable around him, to show him how crazy he makes them feel.

And while he enjoys watching his partner please themself, he especially enjoys when they have him tell them what to do. In his eyes, it's another way of them telling him that they trust him to not do anything that they don't want. That means more to him than they'll ever know.

It warms his very being, I suppose, knowing his partner trusts him so much.

Of course, it also feeds into his already strong possessive tendencies.

No one will ever get to see his partner the way he does. No one will ever see how easily they come apart as he whispers lovingly in their ear, telling them how good they are for following his instructions and getting off to the sound of his voice.

No one will ever hear their whimpers and their moans as they get close to their limit. No one will ever hear the downright sinful whine they let out when he tells them to stop touching themself.

No one's name will ever fall from their lips the way his does.

It's all for him to see and hear. Only meant for him.

And the look of pure bliss on his partner's face when he tells them they can cum? Knowing that he's the only one who gets to see them like this, the only one who can make them feel like this? Honestly, he probably falls in love all over again.

He'll be whispering sweet praises in their ear as they come down from their high, helping them get cleaned up and getting them a glass of water and a snack if they want it.

Of course, he equally loves enjoying the show just as much as he loves directing it.

#reagan #the puppeteer x reader #the puppeteer x you #creepypasta x reader #creepypasta x you #creepypasta smut #i have some of the unholiest thoughts ever but the moment i have to write them down #i am suddenly a scandalized victorian woman #how do you... how do you end smut... #scheduled.

[eldritch-nightmare]

Hi! So sorry to bother but could I get something for the puppeteer, in in his story he dated emmra but once he Is a ghost...it's kind of unclear?? I HOPE THAT MAKES SENDE haha. But could I get something that's like..."other woman" vibes. Like he has his s/o but Emmras feeling not to happy for him

a/n: the 'ricky when i catch you ricky' audio is me at the puppeteer. i've been thinking about this since the moment i saw this in my inbox.

emra is the other woman. (the puppeteer x gn!reader)

warnings: emra refers to the puppeteer as jonathan, this is in her pov btw, more of a small character study on emra than anything else im sorry, it's not cheating because they aren't together anymore but it still hurts, emra and the reader form a platonic bond because she deserves it okay, emra injures herself, monophobia.

In the beginning, when she still loved him, Emra was certainly upset that Jonathan was interested in someone other than her. She was so devoted to him as both a proxy and a lover, so why was he messing around with someone else?

She would get saddened just at the mention of your name because she knew that Jonathan no longer held the love he used to have for her. She wanted to be happy for him, and she put on the facade that she was, but how could she be? She no longer had a heart, but it still ached.

He's dating you, and yet he still uses Emra's love for him against her. She does whatever he demands because she loves him. She needs him to know that she loves him.

But as time went on, Emra came to realize that the Jonathan she loved was dead and gone. The man before her was The Puppeteer. A vile, evil being who will stop at nothing to torment the lives of innocent people.

She grew to despise him. In his eyes, she was still a devoted doll for him to use whenever he so needed. He thought she still harbored feelings of love a devotion, but there was nothing there except for hatred.

A part of her wanted to despise you as well, but she knew it wasn't your fault. If anything, you're as much of a toy to him as she is. She knows that your life is in danger now that you're with Jonathan. You're sweet to her, and you're sweet to Zachary. She's grown to care about you. She would hate for something to happen to you.

Whenever she's alone with you, she always tries to hint that you should run while you can. She can mimic your appearance while you get as far away as possible, she'll be fine. Jonathan would never kill her fully. She is his masterpiece.

She and Zachary will never be able to escape him. They're in too deep to leave now. But you? You still have a chance. You should take it, and soon.

Emra hurt herself. Emra was alone, and she had accidentally hurt herself while practicing an old dance routine. She could only stare blankly at the broken pieces of porcelain on the floor. She's lucky that it was only her fingers that had broken off when she hit the floor.

She was alone. Jonathan wasn't here. He never was, not anymore. Zachary was off spending time with Rosemary, so he wasn't around to patch her up either. She could try doing it herself, but Jonathan told her to never fix herself up because it would only make things worse.

So, she just sat on the stage of the theatre, staring down at the little pieces of her broken fingers. She doesn't know when Jonathan will visit her again, so she can only hope that Zachary comes back soon.

She looked up from the broken pieces of porcelain when she saw a shadow looming over her. She meets your gaze, and she's a bit surprised to see you. She looks around momentarily, searching for Jonathan only to see he wasn't around.

"Where's Jona--" She pauses, cutting herself off before quietly continuing, "Where's the Puppeteer?" She questions. It was rather rare to see you without him lurking around nearby.

"Hm? Oh, he's off with a new..." Whatever words you intended on saying died in your throat as you kneeled down to the ground and carefully began picking up the pieces of broken porcelain. It was clear that you still weren't used to dating a killer, not yet willing to verbalize that he was off torturing some innocent soul.

"Ah..." She watches you for a moment, expression unable to change even though she feels confused, "What... are you doing here then?"

"Well, I thought I'd come and pay you a visit since everyone else is so busy." You casually explain, picking up the last bits of porcelain before standing up and offering your free hand to Emra, "Besides, I was feeling... lonely." You add, helping Emra to her feet when she accepts your hand.

She had expected you to pull away from her after that, but instead you just gently squeezed her hand and guided her off the stage. She just silently stared at the back of your head as you guided her through the Puppeteer's Theatre.

She wasn't paying much attention to wherever you were taking her, too caught up in the fact that she wasn't alone anymore to really give a damn about anything else.

Emra only really began paying attention to her surroundings when she felt you let go of her hand. For a moment, there was a spike of panic in her chest. Are you leaving too? The panic subsides when she realizes you were just letting go of her hand to pull out a seat for her.

That's when she also realized that you had brought her to Jonathan's workshop. It's where he always took her whenever he needed to fix a chip or a crack. Emra couldn't help but feel dread building up in her as she thought about how he might react when he saw that three of her fingers had broken off.

Even if they were no longer in love, Emra is his masterpiece.

She silently watched as you moved around the room, gathering what seemed to be glue and tweezers, along with other things that she normally saw Jonathan use whenever he would fix up a crack or chip.

"What are you doing?" She asked, even though the answer was obvious.

"Well, Puppeteer isn't here, and who knows when he'll come back, so... I'm gonna make a temporary fix for your fingers until then, okay? It probably feels uncomfortable without them, right?" Your response is so casual as you sit down at the desk inside the room, already beginning your process of carefully reconstructing the pieces of porcelain.

Emra couldn't lie to you and tell you that she wasn't feeling pain because she was. It hurt more than anything she's ever felt before, and she can't even show it in her expression. She just sat there silently as she watched you work, watching how you carefully inspected each piece to make sure they lined up correctly before gluing them together. She watched as you held the pieces together as you waited for the glue to dry before you moved on to the next set of pieces.

You were so careful with everything, and you even happily talked to Emra while you worked. You told her about your everyday life and told her about all the interesting things you've learned recently. Jonathan was always silent when he fixed her. She liked having that silence filled. It was... nice.

To be honest, she thought you would've hated her. I mean, she's Jonathan's ex. She was still in love with him when she first met you, and she still pretends to be in love with him because it's all she knows how to do now. She certainly wasn't your biggest fan in the beginning, if we're being honest here.

You treated her with so much kindness that it made her feel bad for ever wanting to hate you.

"Why are you dating Jona--The Puppeteer?" She suddenly asks. The question even caught her off guard. She saw you pause, glancing up at her before returning your focus to the pieces of porcelain you were gluing together, "I'm sorry. That was a rude thing to ask." She quickly apologized.

"I love him." You respond.

"Pardon?"

You let out a soft sigh, motioning for Emra's hand. She holds it out for you, and you place the first finger back in its spot, holding it in place while you wait for the glue to dry. You didn't seem upset with her question, which calmed her nerves a bit.

"I'm dating him because I love him." And you say it like it's the easiest thing ever. And... maybe it is.

"Ah..." She stares down at her hand, contemplating your words. There were so many things she wanted to say in response.

You shouldn't.

You need to leave him.

He'll only hurt you like he hurt me.

Escape while you still can.

I don't want you getting hurt.

But all those words refused to come out. Instead, all she could say in response was, "He is easy to love, isn't he?"

And silence falls between the two of you. It doesn't last for long, because once you place the next finger on her, you're recounting a happy memory from your childhood with the smallest smile on your face.

Once all three fingers were placed back on her, you brought her back to the stage of the theatre and the two of you just sat together while you continued your conversation. It wasn't until Zachary came back that you finally left, waving Emra goodbye as you promised to stop by again soon to continue where you left off.

And late into the night, the Puppeteer would stop by to check up on Emra after he learns of her... injuries. He had brought her back to his workshop to inspect the work you had done earlier that day, carefully studying her hand with a look of genuine awe on his expression.

You had done such a good job at repairing Emra's injuries that he only had to make a few minute fixes himself. It was clear in his expression that he was proud of you, and that just... made Emra worry.

"You're in love with them, aren't you?" This time, she wasn't caught off guard by her own question. She meant to ask it. The Puppeteer paused his inspection, his glowing eyes snapping up to meet her own.

He likes to think that he can hide his 'weak' emotions pretty well, but Emra has known him for years now. She knows the signs; she knows how to read him better than anyone else.

She doesn't miss the way his lips always twitch upwards whenever you're around. She doesn't miss the look of genuine content on his face whenever he's with you. She certainly doesn't miss the way his gaze always seemed to linger on you.

"Don't speak such nonsense." Is his response. That was enough of an answer for her.

The Puppeteer was in love with you. It was obvious.

He sends her off shortly after, and Emra is alone once more. She had much to think about.

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