Puppeteer X Reader(oc)- Tied Up In His Love

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I have to get her out of here before she gets caught in the bloodbath. Maybe Painter and the Toymaker will help me out. We've always had each other's backs when we really needed it. Besides that, we didn't really talk much though.

I'll take her to Painter's place tomorrow. She doesn't need to be a part of the bloodshed. A girl like her should always be happy.
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Nikki's pov.

I woke the next morning with something heavy on my chest. Opening my eyes, I see Jo asleep with his head on my chest. I smile, taking in his peaceful features. He stirred as I stretched my arms above my head, his golden eyes fluttering open and gazing lazily up at me.

"Mornin' love." Jo got up, stretched, then retrieved my wheelchair from the corner. "We're going to a friend's house for a while. I already got the approval of your professors, and they think it'll be good for you to be around more artists like yourself."

I smile, getting dressed and settled into the chair. "That's very nice of you. Thank you, Jo."

Jo smiled and scratched the back of his neck, wheeling me outside to his car. "It's nothing special, but it feels like home." Opening the door, he scooped me out of the wheelchair and set me down in the passenger seat, putting the wheelchair in the back.

"My friend's live a while away, so you can sleep until we get there if you want. I'll wake you up when we get there."
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Puppeteer's pov.

As I drive to my house, I give Painter a call to tell him about Nikki.

"Hey, bro. What's up?"

"Hey, painter. I'm bringing a new friend over. No killing her, alright? She doesn't have anyone and she's had a rough life."

"I got it. I'll tell Jason, too... You trust this girl, don't you?"

"Yes, Painter. She's been through a lot and I know she deserves a better life than what she has. I'll tell you more when we get there."

"Aight, bro. Me and Jason will be waiting."

The line cuts, and only silence remains. Jason, Painter, and I never say goodbye to each other, mainly because we hate saying goodbye. All of us have had bad experiences involving the phrase, "goodbye."

But enough on that subject. There's no use of staying in the past.

About 10 minutes away from my house, I look over at Nikki, her face peaceful and free of distress. I would hate to wake her up, but I told her I'd wake her up before we got there.

Eh, she wouldn't be mad if she slept a little longer.

As I pull up to the house, Painter and Jason are waiting outside. Stepping out of the car, I nod to Painter and go to Nikki's door.

"Her stuff is in the back along with her wheelchair," I called to the guys.

"Wait, she has wheels?" Jason peeked his head over my shoulder at Nikki, his tone in disbelief. "Why would you want to have her suffer more? We can't save crippled people, remember? Slender will kill us."

"What he doesn't know won't hurt him, and I'm not going to fix her legs. I'm just going to use my strings to help her walk. It's simple, really, to attach strings from the functioning part of her spinal chord to her legs. That'll at least make her happy."

Jason sighed, "yeah, you're right, but it's risky. She can't know we're killers yet, or about what you're doing with her. She'll. Freak. Out."

Painter carries her stuff inside, nodding his head in agreement as he passes. I sigh and follow him and Jason inside.

"Just put her in your room for now, Jo. She'll be confirtable in there. Her stuff is already in there."

Carrying her to my room, I kick the door open, walking inside and taking in the atmosphere of my room. There are multiple marionette dolls hung on the walls given to me by Jason, a table in the far corner that has some books and a sketchbook on it, and a bookshelf in the other corner gathering dust by my unused bed. I haven't slept in that bed ever since we moved here. I either take the couch or I'm out hunting.

Gently setting her down on the bed, I drape a blanket over her and leave the room to let her rest.

As I shut the door, Jason and Painter are staring at me.

"What?" I watch the two from my door.

"What has you so interested in this chick? She seems fine." Jason leans against the counter behind him, playing with his toy mice.

"She may not seem like it, but she's had a rough life like us," I explain as I sit on the bar, "she has no friends, no family, and she has to struggle to do anything. She can't read very well, but she can draw beautifully. She caught my eye because of her broken heart. She hides it very well, but not enough to slip by me."

As I tell them what I know about her, their eyes show the realization I did when I found out about her. They nod in agreement and after I'm done with my story, Jason gets us in a huddle.

"Alright, I get why she's here and remember why we're here?"

Painter nods. "To slaughter all of those college brats in that joint."

I nod in agreement. "Those kids will learn pain."

All three of us lock eyes for just a moment and share our maniacal grins before leaving the house to have some fun.