Puppet X Reader | ✔️ | Completed

Chapter 8

You turned into your driveway with a sigh, then parked the car, turned it off, and got out. You licked it behind you and began heading to the door.

You went inside and set the keys aside. You knew mom was away for a while, and probably wouldn't be back till next month.

You walks over to the living room and turned on the tv. You switched to the news channel, which of course, had something going on about the pizzeria.

Apparently a murderer somehow got into it and killed yet another night guard, though you actually knew the true story.

Puppet had jumped out and killed him in a swift few minutes.

You glared down at your hands, thinking about him.

What was he up to... where was he now...?

Why did you not feel relieved to having been released?

You glared at a wall with a photo of you standing next to your uncle. Your fathers brother standing next to you with a twisted smile.

His eyes, brown, stared at the camera with evil intent. Like he was going to murder the guy behind it taking the photo.

Though you knew your father said to never go near him after this. You had wished you had known why, but you never dared ask after your father had abused you and nearly beaten you once.

Talking about his brother was a touchy subject... but now that you had free roam of the house... maybe you could find out more about this mysterious uncle who your father did practically everything to avoid.

As you began to stand to dig through your fathers closet for information, a news report came on that the puppet from the box seemingly disappeared due to it being out of order.

Your heart skipped a beat and you stared at the television as it shows stud inside of the box, now void and empty of belongings.

You turned to run to the door, but then stopped yourself from going to the pizzeria. You remember the pleading look in his eyes as he told you not to return, and how he had warned you.

Though you knew he wasn't going to kill you... maybe... 

If he did then... what would he do... smile over your corpse...? Enjoy ripping it to shreds...?

Dare you ask him that question...?

You shook your head and turned, then began walking towards your dads room, doing every thing in your power just to forget about this mysterious puppet.

The one you wanted to get away from, and the one that you did practically everything to avoid.

And with that you walked into the bedroom... all unaware of the yellow eyes watching you from behind, his gaze never having left you for a second as you began to find out more about the pizzeria.