Identity V Oneshots! {REQUEST ARE OPEN}

The Puppeteer

Everyone had left, and they would never return.
No one dared to look back, knowing that 'The Puppeteer' was dead.
Once everyone left, he was alone.
He was only twenty-two, and he had done nothing.
Suddenly, his eyes burst open, full of life and anger.
Oliver sat up, hearing his bones crack and snap loudly.
He saw how his feet were ripped clean off, blood still trailing from it and onto the grass.
The brownette would have screamed in pain, but he felt nothing.
Instead of meat and bone, he saw cotton and string.
That's when he screamed.
His legs started to attach together, and the blood disappeared.
Oliver lifted his fingers, and saw they looked human-ish, but they had a wooden texture to them.
Another scream escaped him.
"You should be greatful,"
Oliver turned in fear to see a tall man.
He had a long cloak, a wide-brimmed hat, and a scarf wrapped around his face.
"You're lucky I even had the pity to bring you back from Hell,"
"What...what do you mean?" He asked, and heard how sob-torn his throat was.
"Do you not remember?" He asked leaned in a bit.
Oliver then remembered how he was framed for killing his girlfriends family, and then he was hunted down through the woods.
The pain of bullets and knives surrounded his body as he remembered what had happened.
"How did you..."
"Don't ask, just know one thing, you aren't who you used to be,"
Before Oliver could ask what that meant, he felt pain everywhere.
He start to scream and squirm around, trying to get it to stop.
The pain kept on coming, then it stopped.
Oliver sat up again, but it sounded like wood brushing against wood, and he saw wisps of white hair in his face.
"How do you like your new look?" The man asked and pulled out a mirror.
His curly brown hair was now long and white.
His skin had a wooden texture to it.
His eyes were pure black.
His mouth was now a inhumanly large grin.
He screamed and backed away, and he noticed his clothes were different.
Instead of a blood stained hoodie and pants, he had on a long black cloak with thin white stripes.
Oliver pulled his hood over his face and forced himself to stand, "What did you do to me?"
The man chuckled, "I'm only helping you, Puppeteer, now you either stay here or come with me," he offered and held out a gloved hand.
Oliver carefully took his hand, and he was immediately wisked off into a manor.
"Welcome to being a Hunter, have fun," Oliver heard the man say, and then the doors to manor shut behind him.

In a match

Drake ran faster, knowing what would happen if he was caught.
The Puppeteer's shrill laughter could be heard behind him as he continued to run.
The survivor hid behind a pallet, and waited for him to pass.
"Drake... brother... why are you hiding?" He asked in a song-song voice.
"A demon like you is not my brother!" He hissed, and instantly regretted it.
He saw the cloaked hunter in front of him, and the hunter reached in his satchel, and pulled out a puppet that looked like his teammate.
Emily.
Drake broke into a run as he saw the puppet chasing after him.
It looked exactly like Emily, except its eyes were black and it had a large grin like its creator.
"It's rude to run from a teammate!" The Puppeteer shouted as the puppet finally grabbed his leg, making him slow down.
Drake yelped and fell as he saw The Puppeteer grab him and put him in balloons.
Immediately, Drake pulled out his blade, and popped the balloons, and kicking the hunter in the progress.
The Puppeteer screeched in pain and started to flail his arms.
Drake broke into a run, though it was no use.
He had four ciphers left, and he was slow at decoding like the other rescuers.
Drake had already used his ability, and like Martha's ability, he could use it only once.
"Brother, give up already!" He heard  The Puppeteer shout from behind him.
The survivor continued to run, though his words were true.
Suddenly, he heard small footsteps behind him, and turned to see another puppet chasing him.
It was William.
His beady black eyes were trained on him, his grin making Drake full of anger.
Drake ignored the puppet and turned, only to see The Puppeteer in front of him.
The hunter raised its weapon, a carving knife, and brought it down on Drake.