Don't Hug Me I'm Scared Oneshots

Puppet!Tony x Puppet!Reader! |Partner|

Sorry this took so long! With finals and the holidays, updates will take longer! And yes, I know this oneshot is CRAP but I'm in a rut of not really writing well so deal with it!

Request by KittenIsDeadInside

     "No! No! No," I yelled at the three students. "Don't make up your own song! You'll learn what the composers wrote before long!" I was the music teacher. I tried to conduct with my white-gloved hands but the three couldn't get into rhythm or keep focused. "Focus! Music is the most intelligent form of artistic expression. Because of this you must listen to my lesson!" I placed my hands on my musical-note-shaped hips.
     "But artistic expression is creative," the green one squawked, "Why do we have to follow the notes on the page?"
I groaned. "I am a music note. It's out of my hands. All I do is teach."
     The younger one groaned, "How much longer?"
     My eyes rolled to the top of my musical brain. "I'm not a clock. What would I know? Even if you wanted to leave I wouldn't let you go."
A soft 'plick plunk' began to echo in my mind. I must have been going insane from their lack of corporation. That's what I thought, at least, until I heard an annoyingly posh, British voice echo from above.
     It said "You're right. What would you know? Only a clock is allowed to make time go!" I soon found that the voice came from the clock that hub on the was as it jumped from its position and now had slim arms and legs. He swayed from side to side with the rhythmic ticking.
     "What are you doing here," I asked while rolling my felt eyes. I couldn't have another distraction in this class. "Can't you see I'm trying to teach?"
     "Don't worry, Love. You have plenty of time to finish your lesson once I fit in mine."
     He began to stride along my classroom, singing about time and forcing the students to take a bath and travel with him though time.
I strolled along with them, trying to bicker my way into retrieving my students, but he completely ignored me and kept singing.
This freaking clock was ruining my lesson! How was I supposed to teach these brats if he wouldn't let me speak!
"This is the story of Micheal, the loneliest boy in town," and awkward voice sing and I covered my nonexistent felt ears. This music sucked. It was just chanting to the 'plink, plunk' in the background. I mean yeah I guess it was catchy but nothing like the great composers.
Soon, the clock began to punish my students, speeding up time and making them suffer. He was doing a good job, I suppose. I did have to admit his skill as torture was rather... sexy.
     I looked over to see the students gasping for air on the floor and my fabric eyes met Tony's. "Impressive," I had to admit.
     "Thank you," the clock said as he swaggered over to me. We walked over the the porch and I rested my fabric arms against the rail. "I'm glad you can appreciate me," a heard his voice from behind.
"Who said I appreciate you?"
      He grinned, "Well you kind of have to. Don't you?"
      I turned my back, "I don't see what you mean."
      "You're music," he said as he grabbed my gloved hand with his own, "I'm time. You can't have music without rhythm."
     "Nice try, but you're a different kind of time. You're past, present, and future. Not rhythmic time."
     He faced me, "That doesn't mean I can't be. Rhythm is so important."
     I rolled my eyes at his horrible flirting, "Well as much as I'd like to agree with you, you ruined my class and fried my students brains."
     The clock shrugged, "They'll be fine in the morning."
     My brows furrowed, "Look. You came here uninvited and even though you taught a valuable lesson, you have to leave."
     "You don't have the right to hog students. Their brains are capable of containing more than one subject."
     I crossed my arms and he sighed, "Okay. But we don't have to be enemies because of this."
     "Okay..."
He grasped my hand a yanked my foreword with biting force. His red eyes bored into my own. "We are going to be friends and you will respect me."
I don't know about you, but as "impressive" as he was, I wasn't going to fall for any of this clock's manipulation. I pushed him backwards. "I don't need to respect you. If a truce is that you want, a truce is what you'll get."
"Music relies on time," he said bluntly, accepting my push against his chest and moving back.
"I've survived long enough without you."
     He nodded and said, "Yes, but why resist help when it's offered."
     I laughed and bluntly said, "There's a level of trust that needs to be established."
     "Well we can work that out." The slyness that rolled off his serpent-tongue told me that he was not one to trust. I knew I had to keep him at an arms length, but a partner may be nice.