Break a Horn / Fantoccio X Reader

19 / A Rocky Reunion

Could it be...?

Could it truly, really be...?

Fantoccio jolted at the voice.

He was currently seated upon the ceiling boards, but he craned his neck downwards to confirm his thoughts.

It was...!

He wanted to fly down there and jump into your arms, he missed you so much.

But he still resented you for abandoning him. It's been over a year since you left, leaving him in so much pain and loneliness.

His eyes followed you as you advanced down the rows of seats.

When was the right time to show himself?

You stepped onto the stage, grimacing at the huge hole in the center of it, where you assumed the statue of his head fell.

"... Fantoccio...?" You called out, a bit quieter. Fantoccio shook, you really were back! You returned! He was right! You would come back!

At the realization, he leaped down from his seat and made himself known.

You stared at him with big, longing eyes. You cursed yourself when your vision became blurry. This wasn't the time to be crying.

Fantoccio suddenly grew timid, fumbling with his hands and staring at the carpeted ground instead. He still didn't trust you completely, seeing as you betrayed him a year ago.

"... It's... it's been a... minute, huh?" You said, sheepishly.

Fantoccio glared at you—at your words.

"I'm so sorry, Fantoccio," you apologized mournfully, "I thought you were just acting, you know, the kiss and everything."

He kept glaring, but he knew what you meant. He regretted being so cold to you after the kiss.

"Can you please, say something...?" You asked, desperate for an answer, and to hear his voice once again.

Fantoccio didn't respond. You sighed, hurt on your face as you looked at anything else other than the puppet.

"... Why... did you come back...?" Fantoccio finally spoke.

"Billie, the little goat kid," you responded, searching the theater but not seeing her around.

"Oh," Fantoccio said. Here he was hoping you came on your own accord, but at least you were here.

You remembered the photograph in your pocket and produced it to Fantoccio. "This. Why did you have this? Where did you get it?"

Fantoccio took the picture into his hands, happy to see it again, "had it when you were living here, it stuck to me when I left your room and I kept it."

"Oh," you recoiled, blushing, "makes... sense...?"

"Why did you agree to come?" He asked. You shyly tapped your foot against the wooden stage floor, "well... I wanted to see you again..."

His heart thumped at the confession. It made him warm to know that you still somewhat cared.

"So... the statue... you're okay, right?" You knew that you already asked Billie, but you wanted to know for sure that he was fine.

Fantoccio crossed his arms, "sto bene. That kid saved me..."

"Thank goodness. I would've been devastated if I came back later and found you dead," you sighed in relief. Fantoccio blushed.

"We have a lot of catching up to do," you smiled. Fantoccio nodded, "indeed."