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

Life with artists

"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.
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Nikki's p.o.v.

I wake up the next morning to pure silence; the only sound in the room was my breathing. Stretching, I sit up, my legs dangling off the edge of the bed, and look around the room. There's marionettes and puppets everywhere.

Must be in Jo's room.

Next on the agenda is finding my wheels. I didn't notice at first, but my wheelchair was carefully tucked away in the corner closest to the door, which is all the way across the room.

I groan in annoyance, but decide to get down on the floor and drag myself over to the corner, pull out the chair and climb up into it. Victory number 1.

Wheeling to the door, I'm surprised to see blood on the handle and splotches on the door itself. That's kind of weird, but I'm sure Jo has an explanation.

Opening the door, I'm hit with the distinct smell of death as I leave Jo's room. There's a couple more doors beside his, also covered in blood, and further down leads to what I guess is the living room so I decide to roll down there.

I could hear a couple voices, clattering of objects, and running water from the kitchen, and snoring coming from behind a wine-colored couch. Peeking over the top, I find Jo taking a nap, a pillow being strangled in his bear hug. I struggle to hold in a laugh as he turns over and squeezes the pillow.

"No one.... hurt you... anymore.." Jo mumbled in his sleep, constantly turning over every few seconds.

I decided to leave Jo alone and see what's going on in the kitchen.

"Hey Jason, go check on Puppet would you? He's been napping for a few hours already." One of the voices sounded, footsteps trailing after and nearing me as I rolled to the kitchen.

A tall man with , shoulder-length dark, almost like blood, red hair with some black streaks walks by and stops  as he passes me, takes a glance down at me, then calls to his friend, "Painter, Jo's friend is rolling to you." He then looks back at me and smiles. "I'm Jason. Nice to meet you, doll." The taller man bows halfway to me then strides over to Jo as I continue rolling into the kitchen.

"Sorry about the mess in here. It's usually just us so I didn't clean up much yet." A dark haired boy was washing dishes and silverware in a sink a few feet ahead of me. When he turned to acknowledge me, I saw a white mask over his face. I didn't really question it. We all have secrets.

"Let me help you out, then." I roll to Painter's side, climbing out of my chair and setting myself on the counter with some difficulty. Painter watched me as I did so, his expression unknown to me.

"Must be hard for you when you were on your own." Painter sighed, continuing to wash dishes as I helped by drying them. I nodded while drying, setting dry plates to the side.

Silence filled the void, except for the occasional clatter of plates being stacked or running water from the sink. Painter and I didn't really talk much after his last few words.

He must be ashamed to have said what he did. I should probably tell him it's okay.

When I turn to assure the guy, he's nowhere to be seen, but he did leave behind a faint water trail from not drying his hands off leading into the living room.

Wheeling after him, I saw him and Jason standing at the couch watching Jo sleep. They were muttering to themselves as I rolled up.

"He's been asleep for about the whole day. Is he that worn out from last night?"

"I don't know. He looked out of it after he took care of that one dude. I can't really speak for him-" Jason's eyes catch me wheeling up and he stops his thought. "Hey, buddy."

Painter acknowledged me again, then we all turned our attention to a sleeping Jo.

"Any ideas on waking him up?"

Jason glanced at me, then returnes his gaze to Jo. "We tried yelling, making a lot of annoying noise, pulling on his hair. Hell, even an alarm clock didn't do anything!"

Painter stepped in. "We were just about to jump on him but I have a better idea." Painter looks at Jason and they both get the biggest smiles ever created, all while turning to me.

"On three we grab her. One," my eyes widen at the thought of what they'll do, but what can I do? I'm kind of stuck here.

"Two." Jason gets behind me.

"Three!" Painter picks me up by my legs, Jason gets me under my arms and they both raise me over the couch face-down.

"Why don't we give Jo a good wakeup call?" Jason struggles to contain a laugh as the two drop me on top of Jo's sleeping body and I land on him, getting a grunt as I land. You'd think landing on a body would be a rough landing, but Jo wasn't. He was soft.

The two troublemakers left to their rooms, leaving me and Jo on the couch in the most awkward position. I couldn't really move 'cause my legs don't move anymore, so I'm stuck staring at Jo's face or having a cuddle buddy for a while.

Cuddle buddy it is.