“My love is my eyes, I am his ears, and you are our HEART.”
Yan!Puppeteer and Yan!Puppet x Gn!Alive porcelain doll♥︎
[mdni, or do, i don't care. omg lore post kind of?? the Multiverse Arche, Nova, and these two live in is large and im making a whole world out of it, so not all of this may make sense. also sorry it ended so abruptly i lost motivation at the end argh]
The Puppeteer came before everything in this wretched Universe, bored and lonely he created himself a lover, someone made from the stars above.
Then he created The Nine, and the Universe came into existence. It was small at first, larger with every new puppet made.
But there was only ONE true Puppet, his darling, his toy, his everything.
The first of The Nine to appear was Time, made from his sweethearts torso. Of course, being W̯ͤ̾ͣ͝Hͥ̽ͣ̃̔A̷͙ͭͫ̕T̨͈͗̌ͥ T̨͈͗̌ͥHͥ̽ͣ̃̔Ḛͭ̉̇͟Ỵ̛̖͋͢ A̷͙ͭͫ̕R͉̜̎͡͠Ḛͭ̉̇͟, they simply regenerated.
Due to this, Time’s stomach was made from an hourglass. Rumor has it, when it runs out of black sand, either Time will die or the Puppeteer and Puppet will, meaning Pollylon will die with them.
Her chest is made out of the sand that seeps from cracks in the hourglass, created by a being known as Arche, angry at her for killing his Firefly.
Then came Universe, made from the Puppeteer’s spine, made to be everything and nothing all at once.
The Universe doesn't have a physical body but neither do they not exist. The Universe is both everything and nothing, you and me.
Then Life and Death, Life created from the Puppeteer’s eyes and Death from the Puppet’s ears, making something so strong costed both their senses that they lost in the creation of them.
Life’s eyes are pure white, and constantly see every life born from human to animal to even a plant, now and in the past, even in the future. He is blind, and also all-seeing.
While Death constantly hears the screams, moans, and sobs of the dead, from now and in the past, future as well. She is deaf, but can also hear a pin drop.
Love came next, created from one side of each of the Puppeteer’s and Puppet’s hearts, but something corrupted Love’s existence, and another of The Nine was created as well; Heartbreak.
Love’s heart is constantly visible, constantly beating, the skin around their chest gone, it is said with every beat of Love’s heart, a couple falls in love.
Heartbreak doesn't have a heart, and is said to be constantly searching for one in the bodies of the couples they break up, hoping to find one to fix their own missing heart.
Then Sleep and Dream came along, Sleep made from the left hand of the Puppeteer and Dream from the right hand of the Puppet.
Sleep’s left hand is a baby blue, melting into their skin, constantly cool to the touch and able to make anyone fall asleep with a single touch.
Dream’s right hand is a deep purple, but it's ever changing. Dream is neither cruel nor benevolent, able to conjure up Nightmares bad enough to terrify Gods and Dreams happy enough to warm even Heartbreak’s missing heart.
The last and youngest of The Nine was Fate, rather then being created from a part of the Puppeteer or Puppet, the Puppeteer wove his existence like thread into clothing, and he was born with golden stitches.
Fate is clueless and naive, unknowing of the strings of Fate he holds in his hands, similar to the ones attached to his back, able to be pulled every which way by the Puppeteer.
For a long time, the Puppeteer and Puppet watch as their creations create more, more and more Gods are created by The Nine, more worlds, it was amusing.
The Puppeteer often busied himself learning about the new diseases the humans find, or about the durability and general stuff about humans. They were so interesting...
But very soon, living in the galaxy grew boring. Even if the Puppeteer had his Puppet, they already know everything about each other, have done everything together.
“Darlingggg...I'm growing bored..” Puppet whined, and Puppeteer sighed, pushing the violet hair out of his lover’s face.
“I know, pup. Don't worry, we'll think of something.” Puppeteer signed to his lover, kissing Puppet’s forehead.
They need something new. So, the two draw a character, adding attributes they found attractive. They wouldn't have emotions or a personality at first, but they'd grow their own soon enough.
It was a bit of trial and error, especially since the Puppet had liked the idea of the new person being made out of porcelain, like a doll. After all, he's a puppet, so why not have a doll too?
Eventually, YOU came to appear.
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Your eyes flutter open, the world around you freezing cold, the air nipping at your already freezing cold skin.
You can feel heat radiating off something out side the room, but your mind, without any knowledge of what was going on, only knew to follow the heat.
Unsteady, like a doe on ice, you stand from the bed you were on, immediately grabbing onto a wall for support.
Your eyes scanned the room with precision, the walls were black, and it smelled strange, but even the candles lit in the room couldn't hide the smell of death and rot.
Steadying yourself, using the wall for support you walk out of the room, looking for that warmth— That you step right into.
“What—? Pup, is that you?” The voice is curious, and slightly hoarse. Maybe he doesn't speak often. You look up, only to find cloudy eyes staring into nothingness.
You open your mouth to speak, but all that comes out is a pitiful whine. That seems to clue the person in, who's eyes widen slightly.
“It's you! I thought you were another failure, I suppose not!” Their voice is cheery now, arms instantly wrapping around your body, as if they're trying to squeeze the magic out of you, yet they're also gentle.
Unknowing of what to do, you simply melt into them, glad for their warmth. As fast as the warmth came, cold followed after.
“Darling? Is-Is that them?” The new person, who seems freezing cold, if the air around them is anything, asks with a tremble in their voice, the warm person immediately nods, their head turned towards the colder one.
“It is.” The warm one signed, which it's weird you can understand, but that might be because of the magic they left inside you.
The warm person unravels themselves from you, and you whine at the loss making the corners of their lips tug up.
“Apologies, dolly. But we should introduce ourselves, shouldn't we, Pup?” The warm one speaks while also signing towards “Pup”, who nods, walking closer to the warmth, curling around them like a python.
“Mhm, I guess we should. I'm Puppet, though my darling and you can call me Pup.” Pup speaks, smiling at you.
“And I'm the Puppeteer, although some seem to call me A̷͙ͭͫ̕R͉̜̎͡͠L̸̖̽̌͂Ḛͭ̉̇͟Q̦̭̀̾͜U̠҉̷̙ͦI̍̅̀̎̊N̺̻̔̆ͅ for some reason...Either is fine for you and Pup to call me, however!” Puppeteer smiles, which only leaves you without a name.
But neither seem concerned, and instead guide you to the dining room, but the castle you're in...it seems almost...alive. Doors open on their own, books rearranging themselves, rags cleaning the castle.
You're quickly sat down, Pup on your left and Puppeteer on your right. There's all different types of food on the table, some more enticing then others.
“Dolly, see anything you like?” Pup asks, and you shrug. I mean, sure some of it looks good, but it's just food. Pup pouts, and grabs a fork, picking up some spaghetti and spoon feeding it to you.
They practically spoon feed you the entire time, talking and chatting with each other while you listen, before guiding you to their bedroom, where the two sleep together, while you watch curiously.
That morning, by the time they're awake you've been up all night, watching.
“Mm, Dolly, did you stay up all night?” Pup yawns, rubbing his eyes as he looks at you. You nod, and Puppeteer frowns.
“You shouldn't do that.” Puppeteer says, and you tilt your head like a curious puppy, and he points at your chest. “You're not human, of course, but look.”
Puppeteer walks over, taking off the shirt you had been given by Pup, and opens the plate on your chest.
You glance down curiously, and freeze. In the middle is a two red hearts, beating quietly, stitched together to create one, with strings from each of your limbs, so you can move.
“You may not die from lack of sleep, but you will grow lethargic. I'd prefer you happy and awake, alright, dolly?” Puppeteer looks up with a look in his eye that leaves no room for discussion, as if it wasn't a question. You nod, somewhat worried of what would happen if you disagreed.
Very quickly Puppeteer begins teaching you how to speak while Pup teaches you how to write, the two are amazing teachers and with how you were created, you easily learn everything.
Even though you're still without a personality, soon you'll make one your self, and realize something.
Created from two lovers hearts into a new being. You have no escape, after all, this is their domain, and there is no way to leave them.♥︎