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Character Interpretation
He's a depressed man that lost hope in his future. Understandable. I feel that if he were given the responsibility to raise a child, he'd be reluctant and bluntly deny ever wanting a child, despite on the inside it was everything he'd ever wanted. He'd try to seem like he didn't care and try not to get attached in fear of having it taken away from him, but he does care, quite a bit.
I don't know why but I sympathize The Puppeteer so much and I want to rip my heart out lol.
When They Find You
You were the offspring of his victim. Your mother running away from her abusive husband with you as just a small infant. She fell into depression and neglected you. She attracted The Puppeteer's attention and he quickly learned of your situation.
After ending your mother's pitiful life, he took pity on you and decided on letting you live.
As he walked over to the door, you woke up, your cries loud and drawing attention.
It would have been perfect, you cause a complaint and someone would eventually come in and find your lifeless mother, but no matter how much he tried, he couldn't take a step out that door. Your voice rooting him in place.
Jonathan had no experience with babies, all his victims were mostly in school or were depressed parents who lost their kids in custody battles. He couldn't handle the cries of loneliness.
After an internal battle with himself, he sighed and walked over to you in your makeshift bed of blankets. Looking down at you.
You immediately stopped crying in the presence of attention, goofily smiling up at the man with glowing yellow eye sockets.
He took a step back to see how'd you react, and like a light switch, you started crying again. Getting annoyed he just goes and picks you up. Cradling you in his arms.
You enjoyed every minute of it and fell asleep in his arms as he took you to your new home.
Trying To Get You To Sleep
Your father had to be in the room at all times. No matter if you were sleeping, you could sense whenever a hair off his head was out of the room and you'd cry a storm until he came to calm you down.
It was a little irritating he admits but it was nice being wanted for a change, so he didn't mind sleeping on the floor until he could get a bed in here.
Breakfast
You were very picky and it took a good hour trying to get you to eat.
After some research on his part, he'd managed to mash up some potatoes and you seemed to like that. But it was the only thing you seemed to like.
You picky thing, you're going to waste away.
He tried to give you other foods but you batted them away. With an exhausted sigh, his forehead met the table, his hands pulling at his hair.
Noticing his distress you looked down at the food, would it make him happy if you ate it?
Your father heard you shift a bit and he peeked up to jolt in surprise, you were reluctantly taking a bite. Only to surprise yourself as you liked the taste.
Your father chuckled at your silliness, glad that you finally started to eat.
Naming You
It was final, you weren't leaving. After that decision, he'd have to come up with a name for you.
"(Y/N)." He said out loud, it caught your attention despite the intention not to. It was a name he favored and wanted to give to you, but he was trying to think if it was the right name for you.
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