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[the-broken-puppeteer-deactivate]

Sing something new

I have nothing left

I can’t face the dark without you

There’s nothing left to lose

The fight never ends

I can’t face the dark without you

Watch me cry. OTL.

[golden-puppetry]

He will never learn.

[o-vira-lata]

[abittangledup]

it hurt, she couldn’t struggle yet he continued to crush her like a bug the thumb of a sadistic child. the air from her lungs was slowly being forced from her lungs and she could feel her ribs flexing inwards at angles they were not supposed to go. the points of each bone threatening to poke into the soft sacs of her lungs.  she wanted to look away, wanted to shut her eyes tight and make all of this go away. but she couldn’t he wouldn’t let her. the hypnotic yellow of his eyes and that glowing smile lead her like a moth to a  flame.

           his words hit her heart with a powerful blow. as if someone had            punched her forcefully in the chest to stop her heart from beating.             it took a moment for words to form. the lack of oxygen had made             her head light and the words that trickled out were horse and weak.  ”it hurts….like a weight….an aching in my chest…   i can visualize it…it- its a large black rectangular   prism. completely opaque. and it just sits there in    my chest pressing against my heart….”                he’s much more poetic about the description but he’s got it                right. her head lifts up to nod. it’s heavy like a brick and the                effort she finds she must put into lifting it is almost too much.                this would also correlate with the inability to lift her head back                up once it fell with the nod. instead her chin rested on her chest                as her head hung limply.  the nerves in her face were still extremely active and the pain intensified with every tightening squeeze. twisting her features into a look of agony. but she  wouldn’t cry…no tears would fall from her cheeks. if she was going to die. she’d at least retain some dignity. he couldn’t take that entirely away, right?

[puppetiism]

It would be too great of a shame to end her right away, but by g o d was it tempting. The very human that had taunted him since his arrival now was displayed like a moth in a jar to torture for his pleasure only, trying to make it's turns and twists to endlessly escape his grasp. But there was nowhere to go around about this, no place to turn to and no friends to call for help. He kept telling himself that's what she wanted, what she deserved after using him like that. Hopefully, she could see it from his perspective sometime in the future as well.

                  "You're beautiful when you speak like that.                     It weighs but yet you can't seem to grasp the conclusion                     of that very thing crushing you slowly from the inside.                     Perhaps you should smile more often. It suits your better.                     Not this…so pained. So full of l i f e ."

With his feet slowly falling down to meet the surface of the floor, they remained an inch or two above the floor, hovering. The strings remained around her body, clenching tight to keep as much pressure on her possible. Now…How to end this? He wouldn't be able to carry on being around, she would end up in a loony bin anytime soon. So death remained on the table. How sad, how tragic. But he had no other choice right now. And with her misery tearing her apart, who was he to deny her salvation?

                       "Listen to me, Sweetheart.                         I have come to the conclusion that we can not carry on like this.                         You spoiled your chance, and I am sad to deny you another try.                                                                          Close your eyes, It'll be ea----"

Stop. Wait. What was that? If it hadn't been for the girl's aching pain bringing him so much joy, perhaps he would have heard t h a t sooner. Someone out in the halls, outside of their apartment. Someone that was aching badly, much worse than h e r. For a minute or two, he remained unmoved. Like a puppet suddenly loosing it's strings, unable to move without a puppet master. But once his brain had registered the unseen prey outside, his eyes turned back to her.

                             "…----Do you hear that, My dear?"

[analonyctophilia-deactivated201]

[impassivespellbinder-deactivate]

+2

[impassivespellbinder-deactivate]

——“It wasn’t obvious from the start that you were trespassing? I said outright that there were wards meant to keep people out…”

                                            —“I wouldn’t know what the humans say, the only                                                humans I spend time with are their corpses.”

——“You’re dead. That would explain why you could pass through my wards, then— Wait, I’ve heard of you, someone told me a story about someone called the Puppeteer once.”

[puppetiism]

Shaking his head, he instinctively continued to stare at the other, allowing his golden eyes to scan every area of the other's form. Observing the way they spoke, moved. Perhaps a little bit too intense, but that was all. Easily dismissed when it came to him.

            "---I mean.                   I was happy for a moment that I had not been noticed,                   but I suppose that I could have been more careful.                   I can go, if you want me to.                   There is no reason for me to keep on wandering around this place anyway." But then, there was that. A hint of being remembered.

                "Is that so? And from whom?                   Perhaps it's all rumors and lies…                   But do tell. I am a great listener"

[ofroleplayandthings]

Send a 'ʘ‿ʘ' if your muse finds my muse attractive.

[puppetiism]

Just gonna be around for a while trying to reply to threads.

[doctor-hannibalism]

☠ WARNING: ENTER WITH CAUTION ☠

[his-pretty-puppet]

The nearest empty seat happened to be next to Jonathan. At least, that’s what she thought his name was. She didn’t know much about this guy, but didn’t have a lot of options in terms of seating. 

Remaining quite, she slunked back in her seat. If her parents or ballet instructors saw her sitting like this she would definitely be yelled at. here was an awkwardness about the air, not knowing the person next to her. She was so used to being in a tight knit group. She got up the nerve to whisper to him,

"Did I miss anything important within the few minutes of being late?" she offered a friendly smile. 

[puppetiism]

He didn't really notice that she had moved closer until he was done speaking and everyone was getting to their specific area of profession. The actors getting to their rehearsal, the stage artists going backstage to start collecting the props and scenery for their chosen play. He, on the other hand, decided to stay behind. The producing of the play and getting things to come together, that was his job. And by now, everyone was already on their way to their job. His head peeked back when her voice appeared next to him, a slight bit startled but pleased to finally have her here. He met her with a smile, shrugging his shoulders a slight bit. Anything to seem less important than he already felt.

            "Not if you have already read through the script.              You were the one that was gonna play Audrey, right?              I haven't seen our Seymour just yet but I figured it              would be the person we're waiting for…                                    --Sebastian, whatever his name was."

He laughed a bit, but then realizing he was only talking to make things feel better than what they actually were. An awkward silence broke out between of them, Jonathan's discreet coughing feeling the air.

             "…I liked the move, though. I don't get why people dislike it.                                            I suppose they always want the real deal…"

[impassivespellbinder-deactivate]

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[impassivespellbinder-deactivate]

——“Dare I ask if there is someone else like you though. You smell almost like one of the fear fae but they lack the ability to speak in riddles, oddly enough, perhaps you’re a halfling, feel free to let me know if I’m anywhere remotely close to the truth with any of this.”

—“I changed my mind, feel free to touch the plants, the poisonous bite would probably do you good. Leave the corpses unless you’d like to feel the backash from interrupting a necromancers magic during a ritual to raise a corpse.”

——“Rules are to be broken, yes, commands meant to save the other person a large amount of pain, however, are usually not to be gone against.”

[puppetiism]

"Thank you for the offer, but I think I will do neither. If there is a issue of me trespassing through here, let me know. It is a lot better to tell right off from the start than beating around… What is it that humans say? …--Around the bush.              ---Fear fea…? Halfling?                   Oh no my dear. I have been dead for as long as I can remember.                   They call me many things.                                                        But above all, They call me the Puppeteer."

[puppetiism]

Darling, it has been awhile since we have spent some time together~ I have missed you dearly.

              “That’s so very sweet of you to say.                What makes you think you have made yourself                deserved of my attention and time?                It’s very flattering —- but I can’t seem to                help but to find another reason for these kind words.”

[his-pretty-puppet]

She could feel her usually slow heart beat pick up it’s pace. She could do something to make him happy, and not remain the useless shell that she had come to see herself as for the past few months. 

She put one fragile hand on his cold face, keeping perfect posture, eyes filled with a longing. “Please master.” She would venture to kiss him, halting only when she figured that might be stepping out of her boundaries. She didn’t want to upset him after all.

[puppetiism]

She lingered so close, and the ghost couldn't decide if her presence was raising the anger within him or the other contrary feeling. Intriugment. Excitement, even. It was a mix in all and for every time she got close, all of the emotions came clashing down together like a brick on his head. Her red eyes kept staring at him at him, crying out for a reason to keep on living. And he'd be the one to give it to her. A firm hand grabbed hers, shoving it closer to her own face and further away from her own.

                  "Very well ---. Listen. I want you to go somewhere, to a specific place.                    The entire street is completely filled with sadness, of a great tragedy of the past.                    It's our duty to help them to see the beauty of the world.                                                                           It's our job to save them."

[abittangledup]

she wasn’t sure what scared her the most. everything was suddenly becoming excruciatingly terrifying. her heart was pounding in her ears but she could still hear the rattling and clanking of the dishes and silverware around her. the tables shook and for a moment she was almost betting on the entire complex coming down on top of them. and then he spoke.a smooth static quelling the blood rushing through her ears. the noise conveyed a sinister anger that could only be perceived as threatening….but deep in your gut you could absolutely feel the primal response to fear lighting up like a red alert in response to the noises. 

                   the puppeteer….

she wanted to speak but interrupting him seemed like the worst thing she could do at that moment. she hadn’t meant to deny him she hadn’t meant to even realize his presence — and yet she had and now he was really there…she wasn’t just imagining the voices any longer. yet some part of her wished it had all been in her head. things were a lot less scary when it was just in her head. she wished for him to go back to being that shadow in her room, that heavy weight pressing down on her head as she struggled to stay afloat….anything but this.

a loud thud snapped her out of her trance, attention distracted by the table.hitting the wall. and it wasn’t until too late that she noticed the strings snaking from his finger tips. he was the puppeteer so that made her the—— oh god no. she started to scramble backwards pushing herself further into the back of the couch, trying to get as far away from him as possible but it was to late.               a short sharp cry acted as a response to the attachment              of strings to her shoulders, instantly causing her her arms              to go slack as if she had no control over them anymore.               she could only watch in utter terror as they snaked down              further and further till they were tightly coiled around her               waist. but that wasn’t even the worst of it — seconds later              he had lifted her into the air bringing her to him. the rapid              rise and fall of her chest was silhouetted by the ray of moon              light slipping through the window accentuating the fear that              threatened to overcome her. did he expect her to answer? a test of movement told her that she still had control of her lips and vocal cords. but all she could manage to start was a quiet whisper.

                                                         ”….yes….”

her hazel eyes were fixed on his glowing yellow ones.  entrancing her like a cobra distracts it’s prey just before it strikes….               “why are you- what do you want…from me?”

[puppetiism]

She was everything he had asked for. Despite the argument and despite the moment she had been ignoring him, everything had been leading up to this. And it was worth it. Was worth being angry and upset over. Damn, maybe he needed to do this every time. Because right now, all of the energy he was receiving, fueling his inner spirit was making him go haywire. She was his main source, and he couldn't let this one slip away so e a s i l y. Killing her right now would do him no good. It would be like serving him a fresh hot meal and then showing it out the door the minute he sees it. He needed to savor this. Save it as much as he could.

              "What I want from you? What exactly do I want from you---?                 There is no reason for me to ask for an apology.                 Because it is too late for you too give me something alike of it…"

The poltergeist grinned wide, golden hue teeth showing bright between his dark grey lips as he lit her up further. The essence and presence of her panic was growing tighter and he was getting too into it. It was like the more he stared at her, the tighter the strings grew around her waist and shoulders, tightening every source of life that remained within her.

            "T h i s  is what I want from you.               I want you to answer me how feeling lonely feels.               It's painful, isn't it? How no one notices? How no one sees?               How the pills seems to be the only thing to make you escape               from your w o r t h l e s s reality of life. Does it feel like this?               Like a cutting feeling---As deep as a gunshot straight to the               heart but as invisible as a papercut---?"

The strings tightened, making sure they were cutting into her arms and waist. His grin widened, almost entirely open. More. He needed more. And he'd squeeze it all out of her.

[livingdeadsilence-archive-blog]

The twitching of the dark man’s fingers unnerved him, as they fluttered in their unhinged way at the stranger’s sides. It was all very new, the way this apparition behaved. Liu steeled himself for the glowing teeth and eyes to come closer, to engulf him in their horrible headlights and crush him so that he could just wake up. To say that because he was a seasoned sufferer he was unafraid would be a tragic understatement; Liu was more terrified than he’d been in a long time, and he wasn’t entirely sure why. Perhaps it was that odd feeling of something—not quite a thought or worry—crawling about his mind like a silent predator, listening in on his silent conversations with himself. While he wanted to disregard the feeling, the effort proved futile.

His tough facade faltered when the luminescent teeth spelled out their owner’s desire to come in with him. The request jerked his heart into a galloping pace, and the palm that clutched the doorknob grew sweaty. Liu swallowed hard as he brought another shaking hand to the doorknob and turned the key. His gaze switched to stare straight ahead at the door. The forcefulness of the man’s second threat rose yet more alarms, the contained panic boiling within him. Still, Liu refused to let himself back down and cower to what was probably just another nightmare. But what if it’s not? What if he’s a demon? Or a killer? He gave his head a tiny shake to be rid of the subsequent train of thought revolving around his brother. Thinking of him would only make him falter more, and (if he was dreaming) make the nightmare worse. But if his fears were correct about the dark man, all seemed hopeless.

Suddenly, he remembered his roommate. He has a Swiss army knife. He almost never takes it out of the room. If I can get to that, then at least I have a shot if he breaks down the door. If all fails, I’ll jump out the window. The thought of doing so hardly fazed him. Death wasn’t what he was afraid of. Being alone (as he felt in that moment) was far worse to him.

Without glancing back up at the man, Liu pulled the key out laboriously, putting it back into his pocket. Taking a deep, slow breath, he jerked the door open and slammed it back shut, locking it immediately. He released some of the panic then, his breaths becoming short and choppy as he searched desk drawers for his only line of defense.

[puppetiism]

What even was that? It was within a few seconds that the other had practically shoved the door closed and locked in his face. He had barely any time to react before he stood alone, left to be waiting outside of the door. Wait, waiting? Him, doing that? Not even a chance.

There was a few ways to get through the door. One way was completely demolishing it, but it would make too much noise. He could always force his transparent form through the door, physically just going right through it. It would take too much energy from him. So the remaining choice? Open the door, nice and easy.

With the few seconds it took for him to get from his current to the position towards the door, he had time to slowly eject the strings from his fingertips. The threads curved their way underneath the door and through the lock, two of them going through the lock and the other two from underneath. They both met on the other side, cramping open the door from the inside. The entire lock broke from it's place, falling down on the floor. As he pushed it open, the door creaked with a high screech before he could set his foot within the apartment. Now… Where was he----?

         "Liu, Oh Liu…Give me another chance.                            I promise I will make it up to you.                                          Where do you hide, Where do you hide?                                                                Where are you hiding from me?"

[puppetiism]

Sam had just made his way back to the slender forest, a place he had come to call home. Though he lived deep inside of it, in the slender mansion with others like himself. But on his way back he say a streak of gold pass his face, nearly hitting hime

It went by so quickly. It felt like a twitch, like he was being pulled towards gravity alike a magnet but at first, he saw no one there. But the closer he got, the faster he was being pulled. He knew that presence whenever he felt it. The Faceless Man. That, or one of his damn mindless slaves.Either way, this would do.

It seemed like the strings were the ones who found him first. Searching their way from his fingertips to his prey, swirling through the trees and bushes. It got so close…But not close enough. He traced the thread quickly, hovering over the grass. But the other wasn’t visible to him, not yet.

                                                  “—-I know you’re here.”

[ask-samuel-sins-blog]

*sam struggled, but never broke. The threads merely pulling through him. His shoulder dripping mote blood. It would be unhealthy if he were still human. Though sam still felt woozy from the loss of the blood, he was able to speak* i… i am checking in to slender… i have completed… an urgent mission… The faceless man as you know him.

So I must trek through the forest to… to his place we call home…. and receive more orders…. *his head lowered as he began to lose a slight bit of consciousness from the loss of blood. He thought to himself, how could something so small cut straight through him, cause such pain and to make so much of that crimson red liquid he loved, flow from his body*

[puppetiism]

If he'd be on his way on trying to escape, The Puppeteer would make sure to make use to his other set of strings as well. But so far, he deemed no possibility to exist just yet. The other had yet given him the explanation. So this had been one of his…proxies, whatever they decided to call themselves. He had someone alike them, but in comparison he gave his one so much more freedom. Not like this… So pathetic and weak. Alone.             "Is that so ---? I would have guessed...              Your mission is not urgent, your mission is a f a c a d e .              What important tasks are there to be carried out by him?              More killing, and for what?              An endless war?                         ---With who?" Poor boy was about to loose it. The ghost blurted out a chuckle, filled with hatred and disgust. He quickly released him , withdrawing all of his strings as he allowed him some space. He was already bleeding too much to be going anywhere any time soon.          "Have you ever thought of the consequences of taking a life, boy?"

[nathansnightmares]

[nathansnightmares]