𝓁ℴ𝓋ℯ 𝒴ℴ𝓊 𝒯𝓌𝒾𝒸ℯ ✾ 𝐘𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐁𝐥𝐮𝐞 𝐋𝐨𝐜𝐤 𝐱 𝐌𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐜 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

✿𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐅𝐈𝐕𝐄✿

"Seasons change
Say you'll stay the same
봄 가을 겨울도
Look my way, look your way
Say okay, I'm okay
눈꽃이 녹아도 넌 피어나도록"

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"What are you staring at?" the puppet snapped, her frustration sharp as she whirled around to face the blonde who had been grinning at her antics, clearly amused by her irritation.

"You're Y/n, then?" the man chuckled, unbothered by the tension in the air. His relaxed demeanor contrasted with the puppet's evident frustration as he casually placed his phone and belongings into the basket before him.

"Hehe, never pegged you for a kid!" he added with a laugh, his tone light but edged with something playful. The audacity of his words only seemed to heighten the puppet's annoyance, her eyes narrowing as she scrutinized him.
"Don't underestimate me," she muttered under her breath, already sensing that this interaction would be anything but ordinary.

The puppet grimaced at the garish phone case, but she held her tongue, choosing instead to focus on the task at hand. With swift and practiced efficiency, she slid the basket away and presented the assigned uniform to the boy, her movements precise and deliberate.
"What do you think?" she asked impassively, her tone neutral as she adjusted the uniform. "It's about 70% accurate to how I looked as a kid."

Her expression remained unreadable, betraying none of the underlying complexity that might have accompanied such a statement. She watched the boy carefully, awaiting his response, her eyes keen and observant.

Shidou Ryusei, a young man with an irrepressible curiosity, opened his mouth to question the puppet's cryptic statement. However, before he could speak, she preemptively cut him off.

"Best not to dwell on it; you'll be pondering it all day," she interjected smoothly, nudging him aside with a gentle but firm motion to expedite her task.

Her tone was laced with finality, her movements swift and purposeful, as if she had no intention of indulging his questions. Shidou, though slightly irritated by her dismissal, couldn't help but feel an increased sense of intrigue. This puppet—this enigma—wasn't one to be easily read.

Shidou staggered backward, caught off guard by the unexpected force with which the puppet nudged him aside. His feet shuffled back as he was propelled into the next room, momentarily losing his balance.

Standing there, the surprise still written across his face, Shidou paused to collect himself. His mind raced, trying to piece together the strange encounter. Who was this puppet really? Why did she exude such an air of mystery? And why did he feel an odd sense of challenge stir within him, as though the puzzle she presented was something he needed to solve, something he couldn't just walk away from?

Was she truly Y/n, as the rumors suggested? But Y/n was said to be his age, making it seem highly unlikely. As the pieces of the puzzle began to align in his mind, Shidou's realization hit him like a jolt of electricity: she wasn't Y/n at all.
She was a creation—an extension of Y/n herself. A robotic doppelgänger.

The thought sent a thrill through Shidou. The idea of Y/n, the genius, crafting something so intricate, so lifelike, was both fascinating and unnerving. It was clear now why she seemed so detached, so enigmatic. She wasn't just some puppet; she was a carefully constructed piece of a much larger puzzle that only someone as brilliant as Y/n could have envisioned.

A grin slowly spread across Shidou's face as the realization settled in. This was exactly the kind of challenge he thrived on—one that wouldn't come easy, but one that promised immense satisfaction once conquered. The puppet, Y/n's creation, had thrown down an invisible gauntlet, and he was eager to pick it up.

She wouldn't make it simple, that much was certain. But that only fueled his excitement. The more elusive she was, the more it appealed to his competitive nature. He would crack the mystery wide open, piece by piece, and when the time came, he would confront her, face to face.

With a low chuckle that bordered on madness, Shidou relished the thought of the game ahead. The stakes were set, and he couldn't wait to play his part in the unfolding drama.

Meanwhile, on the other side of the divide, Y/n immersed herself in her work with a singular focus, her hands moving rapidly as she layered puppet upon puppet. Each creation was meticulously crafted, an extension of her genius, as she shaped them with the precision of a master. The quiet hum of machinery filled the air, blending with the rhythmic tapping of her fingers as she worked.

There was a certain madness to her methods, a chaotic energy that could have easily been likened to a scientist on the brink of a breakthrough—though, truth be told, Y/n rather relished the comparison. She thrived in that space, where innovation and obsession collided, her mind spinning out new ideas faster than she could execute them. The puppets were but a means to an end, tools in her greater vision, yet she found herself addicted to the process itself.
The thought of her creations in motion, each one a piece of her puzzle, brought a satisfied smile to her lips.

After all, what scientist worth their salt wasn't at least a little mad? The madness was part of the equation—the necessary spark of brilliance that allowed her to push boundaries and innovate without restraint. Y/n reveled in the  insanity of it all, knowing that only through pushing the limits could true progress be made.

She was well aware of the lengths to which the boys would go to meet her, the obsession they would cultivate in their attempts to gain her attention. Their drive, so fervent and desperate, would inevitably lead them down darker paths. She'd already seen the first signs of it—tactics that grew more harmful, more extreme, as their desperation mounted. Whether through self-inflicted injuries or the manipulation of their peers, they were willing to sacrifice anything in their pursuit of her approval.

Y/n couldn't help but admire their tenacity. She knew it was only a matter of time before it all spiraled out of control, and that was precisely what she was counting on. In this game, they would play her part—and they would play it well.

But Y/n had no intention of making it easy for them. Oh no, she wasn't one to hand out rewards for free. If they wanted to meet her, they would have to work for it—hard.

She paused, a devilish grin spreading across her face as she surveyed the room, her mind already spinning with new ways to test their resolve. Every challenge, every obstacle, would be another stepping stone in her grand design. They would be pushed, forced to confront their limits, all for the sake of a meeting that, in her eyes, wasn't even guaranteed.

"Hehe, how shall I thwart their efforts this time?" she mused aloud, her voice dripping with playful malice. The mischievous glint in her eyes flickered as she set the gears in motion for the next test. There would be no mercy—only trials, hardships, and the sweet satisfaction of watching them struggle to prove their worth.

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