The Proxy Diaries: Tears Of A Puppet-The Puppeteer X Reader Fanfic

Chapter 1: A Puppet Awoken

My eyes slowly opened to the sight of the setting sun through my dirty, cracked window, corroded with years of anonymous stain and dirt. The horizon hugged the woods with a mix of bright oranges, pinks and dark purples, accompanied by the presence of flying birds. The sound of the birds, dying leaves and wind sang out to me, and I was overcome with a peaceful sensation, but I knew it would not last.

I looked over to the little alarm clock that sits on my nightstand, reading 7:45 pm. He would be here soon.

Pushing myself up, I threw the black comforter off my body and swung my legs to meet the side of my bed. Would I be treated fairly and rewarded today, or would I be beaten and punished? The outcome is always unpredictable.

After I changed into my designated clothes and pulled my hair back, I walked out into the hallway to see if Zach or Emra were awake yet- but to no avail. Both of their doors were closed. It must've been a long day.

I continued on and decided to clean, starting with the dirt stained floors which used to be white. I pulled a bucket from under the kitchen sink and filled it with some old bleach.

After half an hour of scrubbing on my knees, the floor was actually white again. It wasn't a big kitchen to begin with, but I was proud anyways. That was until I looked across the floor and seen a trail of absolute bullshit leading up to two mud caked shoes. I suddenly became furious as I shot up unto my feet, but my anger quickly turned into submission when I saw his golden, yellow smile that seemed to endlessly mock me.
I trained my eyes to the ground, as I was accustomed.
Why couldn't he levitate like he normally does?

His mocking, static ridden voice rang in my ears.
"Upset, are we?"

"No, sir" I said trying to hide the fear in my voice.

He began walking closer towards me, further staining the floor.

I looked up just enough to see the muddy mess on the previously stainless floor. He wants to make me snap. He knows of my despise for him, but I am powerless, and he feeds off of it.

He pushed his hand under my chin, forcing me to look at him. 

His eyes are just as gold as his smile, but if you looked close enough, you could see he had irises just as golden, but hidden by the glow.

He seemed to be studying me.

The fear in the he pit of  my stomach rose like hot water. His touch was cold, and never held good intentions.

His face got really close to mine and the anxiety in my stomach grew deeper.
"Good job." He whispered, letting go of me and again levitating.

I instantly dropped to my knees and began cleaning the mud from his shoes, goosebumps crawling up my body like a million spiders.

His chuckle filled my ears as he ran his hand through my hair and pet me like you would a dog.

"Such a lovely puppet."

And that's all I am...