"You're the only channel I'll love" || A Mr. Puzzles x Reader fic 📺

New assistant || Chapter ONE 📺

Key - Y/N = Your name, L/N = Last name, F/C = favorite color, F/F = favorite food, F/D = favorite drink, F/H = Favorite hobby, Z/S = Zodiac sign.

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Mr. Puzzles sighed as he regained control of a different TV head. He could always come back as long as there was a TV he could connect to. He opened his eyes to find himself in a dumpster. He must've connected to an old, broken TV.

He got off the piles of trash bags filled with broken glass and empty drug bags. His eyes scanned over the beer and ripped-up pieces of paper as he walked through the depressing dump. This must be the side of town filled with poor, imbecile, drug-addicted freaks. The side of town that was filled with more crime than cops. The side in the city where it was normal for a child to be shot by their parents on a Tuesday afternoon. The side of town he grew up in. The side of town that he hated.

He limped through the dump, being cautious not to step on anything sharp. The smell of used cigarettes filled his lungs. Sounds of guns and children crying rang through his ears as he walked. He looked at the broken bottles with ripped-up stuffed animals as he exited, reminding him of his household.

~⭐~

"You stupid child!" She yelled as she slammed a hand on the table. "Do you realize how much of a waste you are? You can't even get one single thing right!"

The child showed no emotion. He was used to being yelled at like this. His eyes stared at the floor, not paying attention to his mother. The mother's voice rang through his head, and a sound was heard from another room. Not just any normal sound though.

The sound of glass breaking.

The child jumped as he heard that as he looked through the doorway the sound came from. A larger figure entered, his face full of rage as he held a broken bottle in his hand. "Are you failing school again boy?!" he yelled, staring directly into the child's eyes.

Alas, the boy was speechless. His eyes were full of fear as he concentrated on his dad, not being able to muster up a word. The child's eyes started to fill up with tears as he attempted to back away from his father.

"Don't start fucking crying now, you mistake!" The father yelled. Just then, the boy could only see what seemed to be a beer bottle thrown at his face. It was a direct hit.

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Mr. Puzzles brushed that thought away. He couldn't even remember what his own face looked like. Not even his parent's features either. He walked down the sidewalk, under dim, flickering, broken lamps, and against the cold breeze. Oh, what he'd do to be back in his studio. He rubbed the sides of his arms as he saw the air from his mouth. Golly, it was cold.

The only thing warm right now was his head, mostly because of the electricity inside that was powering his face. He walked past the worn-down wooden houses, with broken windows and dimmed lights.

It was all so cold. He didn't even have any powers because of that stupid SMG4 crew. They took away his 5-star ratings. They took away all his hopes and dreams. Every chance he had at succeeding. If he could see that stupid Italian again...he would probably never see the light of day again.

As he was lost in his thoughts, a car pulled up. There's nothing to fancy, just a regular car with regular things. It didn't come from this side of town. Mr. Puzzles glanced over, a little confused as the window rolled down.

"Hey! TV guy! Need a ride?" the voice called from the driver's seat. Mr. Puzzles was a little...worried. This was the other side of town filled with crimes and kidnappings, but it was cold, and the car seemed like it came from somewhere else.