Reader x child creepypasta!

Puppeteer - Found by a trashcan

Requested by Bdogf10

Y/N POV

You sat on the couch, reading a book by one of your favorite horror book authors.

Stephen King.

You were reading IT. Suddenly you had heard a sound outside, making you jump. Your dog, Sweelo, growls at the door.

"Oh no.." You get up after marking your place and setting your book down. You enter the kitchen and turn on the patio light. The trashcan was knocked over, something small and shivering next to it.

"Oh no.." You quickly go outside.

"Hello?" The thing looks up at you. Its eyes were a bright orangish yellow.

"Th-thtay back!" It was a male, no doubt.

"Hey, hey. What's wrong?" You start to slowly approach him. He backs up.

"C'mon, hey, look. Its alright."

"P-Pweath.. Don't huwt me.." He had a lisp. He was small, and his clothes were tattered and torn. His hair was overgrown and went past his shoulders. His eyes were a bright orange-ish yellow that seemed to shine brightly. His skin was a pale grey.

"Oh, why would I ever hurt such a cute thing as yourself?" You smile. You kneel down. Sweelo comes outside.

"Ah!" The small boy backs up more.

"Sweelo, sit boy." The dog does so, sitting next to you. The boy shakes badly.

"Come here.. Look, he won't hurt you.." You start to scratch behind Sweelo's ear. He yips happily. The boy perks up.

"H-He won't..?"

"Nope. He's a sweetheart. Here, come here. Please? You might catch a cold out here." The small boy slowly stands up, wobbling on his feet. He slowly walks towards you. Sweelo stands, walking over by the boy. Sweelo walks behind him, then goes under him. The boy yelps as he's now on the dog's back. The boy holds onto Sweelo's collar. The dog trots over to you. You touch the boy's shoulder gently. He flinches.

"What's your name?" You ask softly.

"..." He stays quiet.

"I'm Y/N."

"P-Pup-Puppet-" He stutters, but stops.

"Puppet..?"

"P-Puppet-teew mith.." He says shyly.

"Puppeteer?" He nods.

"M-Mhm..." You stand up.

"Sweelo, inside. You may wanna hold on to his collar." Puppeteer does so, the small boy gripping Sweelo's collar tightly. You had a feeling that 'Puppeteer' wasn't his real name, but you'll ask once you gained more trust from the small male. You go inside and shut the door, turning off the patio light and locking the door. You'd deal with the trashcan tomorrow.

"Puppeteer?" You ask, seeing the small boy in the kitchen. He jumps and turns to look at you.

"Y-Yeth?"

"Are you hungry?"

"M-Mhm... Eating l-leftoverth people didn't w-want ithnt very g-good.."

"You.. Ate things people didn't want?"

"Mhm.. That'th why I wath in youw twathcan.. Thowwy.."

"Aw, its alright sweetie." He blushes at the new nickname. You pat his head. He flinches slightly, but smiles at you nonetheless. You kneel to his height.