Puppetry - P.JM. [ON-HOLD]

Thirteen

My butt hit the comfortable seat. My body spinning slightly as my feet helped skid me to a stop. My heels hit the floor, my head lulling to itself gently, pain rising through me. I ignored it.

I looked at the device in front of me, an opener page on the monitor in front of me. The page was all black, white inscribed for the letters. It asked for a number, then for a password to top it all off. Both of those things were burned into my brain from the beginning.

I placed my hand on a small keypad, my fingers knowing where to place themselves. When I was younger and in school, the academy had given us a practice platform and data set to use on it. They had said that once we graduated and went on to become puppet mechanics and technicians, we would keep the codes for our jobs. My dad was once a puppet mechanic, so when they told me that he had passed and were going to get rid of his account, I took on his account and discarded mine. Basically, I was now formally known as my father due to them not changing the name, but everyone knew exactly who I was.

My fingers danced across the keys, easily typing in what I needed. After the keys put in the data, the electronic shifted to a new face, the same as the last except a lot more numbers and letters that any normal person would understand. The same black and white theme rested with the information. They made it this way because they had come across others who could not decipher some colors. It was better to do it this way.

I typed in some codes, looking over my current clients and their puppets they had acquired. I had about twenty clients as of then, all with five or plus puppets. The weird thing was, though, that I knew every puppet that I worked with. I knew their patterns, their likes, their dislikes, their personalities, everything. I think that was the best thing about working as a puppet mechanic and technician. It's those little things that make up for it.

I came across Taehyung's profile. Taehyung's account was an add-on to his father's, so he had his father's picture from years ago on the cover of it. I pressed a key to where it brought me to the file, the data skipping over Taehyung's father's data.

As I got onto the file, I was met with multiple sets of puppets. There was once eight, but now a ninth had come to the party: Jimin. I caught a look at his data profile, the picture of him making him look depressed and worn down. Through the black and white contrast of the screen, I saw somewhat sunken cheeks and eye sockets. He looked horrible, obviously not eating right and possibly not mentally right either. Looking at it made my heart sink a bit. At the dead look in his eyes, it seemed as if he wasn't the puppet he was now.

He was now a puppet--an it. I kept trying to remind myself that.

I clicked on the profile, finding the information that was available to my discretion.

I saw the data that I had gotten the night before. The anatomy that was held in the puppet was shown in a bullet list. I looked into the Integumentary system. Glands, it said. I looked over each one, finding some that were in the odd of bunch. They had tied the puppet to the Endocrine system.

I gritted my teeth in frustration. Clamping my jaws together seemed to set a fire of pain running through my brain, but I ignored it. The people who had created the puppet were definitely different from other puppet creators I had seen. I had never heard of a puppet being personalized before being sent off for buying. And now that Taehyung had no idea why these things were happening, I wasn't sure if this puppet was to be trusted. I was too confused.

I tried shaking off those thoughts. My eyes pulled themselves down off of the anatomy, ignoring all the fancy words that got people confused. I started searching down the information, coming across the origins next.

Origins:

Puppet was once an affluent. No identified parentales, authorities, or characteristics left in way of old persona.