Creepypasta Oneshots

Puppeteer x Bloody Painter

Contents: Fluff, Slight Angst

Puppeteer's POV

I sit on Helen's bed watching him paint. He doesn't wear his mask when he paints, so I can see his pretty blue eyes. I just woke up, it's 7:45 am. I don't think Helen ever went to bed, when I came in here he was already up and working.

He has a large open window letting light in. It's a windy day, but Helen likes having his window open. He likes the feeling of outside, just not too much outside. He stays in his room most of the day. A breeze blows his stand over, getting paint all over the carpet.

"Aw! I was proud of that one..." He sulks.

"Shouldn't you be more concerned with the carpet?"

"I don't mind some paint on the floor. I've been trying to paint this for hours, but I kept scrapping canvases because it didn't look right. That one was actually going good though..."

"Aww, I'm sorry Hel...what are you trying to paint anyway?"

"I'm trying to paint you."

"Huh? But you've only been using red."

"I think you're missing the point. My name is bloody painter."

"So..you're painting my face with a random person's blood?"

"Well yes, but also no. I am painting your face with my blood."

"W-what? Your blood?! Did you cut yourself?! Helen! I will not allow thi-"

"Calm down. I don't do it normally, but I've been scrapping so much that I ran out of blood. I can't get more yet, I don't like killing during the day."

"Helllly! I don't like that..." He shrugs.

"Then you might wanna look away." He grabs a knife.

"Wait! What are you doing?!"

"The canvas falling scared me, and I dropped my 'paint'. I need more. It's not a big deal."

"Yeah it is! Don't hurt yourself!" I yank the knife away with my strings.

"I can handle it..."

"I don't care! That doesn't mean you should." I lift him up and set him on my lap. I hug him and rub my cheek against his. "My little painter...I will get you more 'paint' from now on. Just tell me when you need it." He has a slight red tint to his cheeks. He wraps his arms around my neck and buries his face in my shoulder.

"Really...it's not a big deal...I-"

"Helen.."

"...I understand. Can you get some now?"

"Now? But I like this...I wanna hold you longer..." I feel his face heat up.

"...O-okay.." I pull him closer and tangle my hand in his hair. "Pup..you're messing it up."

"Don't worry about it...just enjoy the moment." I rub his back. He shivers at the sudden contact, but doesn't protest. His breathing slows as he relaxes. This is nice. Normally he gets tense when I touch him, so I don't get the chance to hold him very often without him being nervous. "I love you..my little painter." His face gets really warm on my shoulder.

"I love you too puppy.."