What A Puppet Sees As Beautiful (!!!REMAKE VERSION BABY!!!)

Chapter 3: Unique Physique

Puppet was in the main room, having already been acquainted with everyone there, despite the fact that he already knew who they were. 'To hell with my abnormally accurate memory', he thought in the deeper parts of his mind, but he was honestly glad that he could see them like that and NOT as a rage-filled, demented, possessed killer robots that he "remembered".

Now he was just simply sitting in one of the chairs at where the main show area would be. He looked around at the others as they spoke with each other sharing conversations, laughs, all the things he wish happened to him back then when he first gained conscience. Puppet sighed and went back to staring at the table. That was before he heard a voice out of nowhere.

"E-excuse me? Sir? Miss?" Spoke a young, yet slightly deep and mature feminine voice.

Puppet looked up to become startled and jolt away from the voice. She was a humanoid ballerina robot with a white skin (if you want to call metal their "skin"), light blue hair, and dark pink cheeks. And, unfortunately for her, her "attire" was very... revealing...

"O-oh goodness! I'm so sorry! I completely forgot!" The ballerina apologized, covering her chest, realizing why he was so shocked and flustered, "I'm Ballora. My apologies for, um... Surprising you..."

"I-it's fine..." Puppet replied, "sorry for reacting the way I did."

"Well, good," she said suddenly, "you better not have gotten any ideas either."

Puppet raised an eyebrow. He wasn't offended, but that was a weird change in behavior.

"I'm sorry. I'm just very sensitive about myself," she stated, "I don't like it when people just... Stare."

"Yeah, I got the idea," Puppet replied immediately, "... So, um... Can I help you?"

"U-um, ye-yes, actually," she answered, "I want to go back to the storage room and look for something in the boxes. Could you help me?"

Puppet put on his nicest smile. Though, it's not hard when you're always smiling.

"Of course. I'd be happy to help," Puppet replied before getting up and following her.

Once they make it back to the storage room...

"Forgive me for possibly sounding rude, but why are you looking for whatever you're looking for?" Puppet asked.

"It's just important to me, is all," she answered

He hummed in response before putting the box in his hands on the ground to help Ballora with a heavier box that she seemed to be struggling with lifting out. He walked up behind her and grabbed the box. Ballora then took in the size difference between the two. It was rather intimidating on her part, yet... Also weirdly attractive-

She knocked away the thought as quickly as it came. Feelings like that were dumb anyway and to early. She decided to continue as is.

Ballora then found the last box that they would need. However, as she pulled it out, she accidentally shoved another box (somehow) which caused the box above it to topple. She shut her eyes and braced herself, only to feel nothing. She opened her eyes to see Puppet standing above her to shield her, his arms beside her, but not touching her.

"Are you okay?" Puppet asked, worry evident in his tone.

"U-umm... Yes. Thank you," Ballora thanked.

"Whoever organized these boxes obviously didn't know what they were doing. Literally nothing seems to be stacked by weight, not even alphabetized, or labeled properly."

"This place is going to be repurposed into a storage facility, as well as refurbishing us and reusing other old things here."

"Oh... Really?" Puppet felt apprehensive of the second part. While he's glad to be somewhat alive, he's wasn't entirely sure about wanting to be, when a small part of him hoped that he would ascend with the girl who protected him as much as he did for her. His best friend. Now separated until fate decides their reunion.

"Excuse me, sir?" Ballora placed her hand on his shoulder, "are you okay?"

Puppet snapped out of his morbid thoughts when she called out to him.

"I-I'm fine ma'am," he answered, "thank you for your concern."

"No, I mean your back. You just shielded me from a falling box."

Puppet mentally slapped himself for that, "OH, RIGHT! No, I'll be fine. I can't feel pain anyway."

Ballora's face drooped slightly, "oh, um... Okay."

The silence in the room was not helping the tense atmosphere that just appeared. Puppet was fine, honestly, but he could tell she was worried. That is until Puppet found something interesting.

"So, um..." Puppet cleared his throat, "are these what you're looking for?"

Ballora turned to him and gasped, "Yes! That's it!" She smiled, holding out her hands as Puppet kindly handed it to her.

"I know I probably don't need it anymore, but-" Ballora placed her tiara onto her head, "it makes me happy. Having it with me, I mean."

"That's nice."

Ballora looked left to right, before clearing her throat.

"Thank you, really."

"Again, don't worry about it. It's the least I could do."

"If you'd like to talk again sometime soon, let me know," she said as she made her way to the door, "it was nice to move a few boxes together."

Puppet stifled a chuckled and waved as she left. He sat on one of the boxes and sighed. If he could frown, he would.

"I wasn't ready for any of this," he told himself, "I should've been gone, but I'm not. I shouldn't be here, but I am."

He tapped his fingers rapidly in frustration and regret. He looked down at the floor with a scowl on his face, thinking the same thing over and over.

"I should've been dead, but. I'm. NOT."

He shut his eyes as he slammed his fist into the stack of crates next to him in anger.

He stood up and sighed in a state of metal exhaustion, "I'm getting out of here."

In the main room

Puppet was still unnerved. He used to the be so calm, and now he restrains himself. Things used to make so much sense, but now they don't. Was he mad that he doesn't know why he's even here? That he had no more control? That he's surrounded by familiar faces? He didn't know, and he hated that. It was so much easier when Char-

"Excuse me?"

Puppet looked up to see Ballora again, wearing a worried expression on her face.

"Are you okay?"

Puppet looked down.

"Can't say I am," he sighed, crossing his arms and putting his head in them.

He felt so tired and not tired at the same time and felt like he was forcing his head to hurt. That is, before he felt someone lean on his shoulder. He lifted his head again to see that Ballora had sit next to them.

"It's okay if you don't want to talk about it, but I'd feel a lot better if you just let it out," she stated, "I wouldn't judge you at least. This is new and you're not used to it. I get that. Just don't forget that I'll be hear to help you feel better, if you want me to."

Puppet said nothing in response. Just lifted his arm, put it on her shoulder, and pulled her closer. He closed his eyes and rested his head on hers, slightly enjoying a small sense of relief. Ballora didn't resist. She had no reason to. She enjoyed it even more than him.

Still, if she could blush, she would. She liked it. She loved it, even.

And she loved him.