hobo heart x reader. Perhaps we value each other?

A Solution

Hobo heart lead me to the infirmary to where my aunt waited. Upon seeing my she runs over and hugs me tightly. "Are you ok? He didn't hurt you did he?"

I chuckle. "I'm ok, I promise. He didn't hurt me or anything." I let her go slowly. "I heard you might have a solution?"

"Ah, yes." Marcy said slowly and turned a bit, guiding my hand to someone else's. "This is, um, Jason. He lacks a heart but found a solution himself."

He softly takes my hand. "It's wonderful to finally meet you, ah, I was told you chose a different name. What was it again?" He sounded nice.

I chuckle a bit. "I've decided to stick with Molly. It's nice to meet you too." I give an uncomfortable smile.

"Molly it is. Is something the matter?"  He asked with a voice full of concern.

"I just wish I could see. That's all." I try to give a normal smile. "Am I looking in the right direction?"

Jason gave a soft chuckle. "Yes. Marcy, are you sure this is alright?"

"Yes Jason. You helped me in the beginning before you even knew who I was. I trust you to help her."

"Does she know about-?" He didn't finish his sentence.

"Not yet. She isn't in the best state for that yet."

"Understood."

"I'm right here you know." I huff a bit. "I'm blind, not deaf."

Hobo heart snickers a bit in the background.

"Right, my apologies dear Molly." Jason gives a gentle tug on my hand. "Come, this way. Watch your step."

"Where are we going?" I step carefully following him.

"To my factory where I will help fix you." I could hear the smile in his voice.

Wherever we went smelled heavily of wax, copper, and sawdust. Jason lead me along carefully, holding my hand the whole way. Soon we stop and he places my hand on a table.

"I need to set you up on this table. Is it alright to pick you up?"

"Yeah, that's fine. Thank you for asking."

He carefully picked me up bridal style and set me on the table. He placed my right hand on a block of wood and my left on a set of tools. I switched hands as I was right handed.

"So we are going to try to make you a vessel for your heart and soul. It's what I did. However there might be side effects to this but we will cross that bridge when we get there. We will make a doll to represent you. Since you are blind I will help guide you, though I have some help."

I feel strings wrap around my wrists and fingers. "What the?"

"Hi." A cold voice says from behind me making me jump a bit.

"Who is that?" I ask a bit worried.

"This is The Puppeteer, he is as his name says. With his help we will guide you in making the doll. Marcy doesn't know about this part so let's keep this quiet."

I attempt to move my hands but no luck. The Puppeteer laughed a bit and moves my hands like I was a marionette. "I've got control of your hands. You can't move them without my permission or help."

"Well my nose itches, wanna help with that?"

"A sarcastic shit aren't we?" He moves my hand to my face. "There."

I sigh and scratch my nose. "Do I have to work with him Jason? I'd rather eat a cactus."

Puppeteer starter making me slap myself. "Why you hitting your self!?" He laughed darkly.