His Little Marionette (The Puppeteer x Reader)

Chapter 4: Singing?

The Puppeteer's POV (2 hours beforehand)

I was searching for my next kill. It was late at night, so no one else was out on the streets. I was walking along when I heard something. Was that... singing? I searched for the source of it. I concluded that it came from an apartment building I was near.

I saw a window open. That was definitely where the singing was coming from. I'm surprised that anyone has their window open. I heard people on the news urging people to make sure all of their doors and windows were shut and locked. Well, at least I know who my next victim is...

I used my strings to get myself up to the window. I peeked in, I didn't see anyone, the coast was clear, I still heard the singing. I climbed in, making a slight noise as I did so. The singing stopped, I assumed they heard something. I quickly hid in a different room.

I saw myself in what seemed to be a bedroom. There was a bed with F/C sheets and pillows. There was also a bedside table with a lamp on it. I saw a couple of posters on the walls with bands that I somewhat recognize. I saw what looked like a diary that had the name 'Y/N' on it, guessing that was the owner's name.

I heard the window outside the room close and footsteps leading elsewhere. Soon after I heard faint singing again. The singing was somehow compelling to me. At first I thought the owner was playing music. I came out of the room and was sneaking around the apartment.

I peeked into what looked like a kitchen and saw a girl on her computer. It looked like she was working on some sort of project. I then realized that she was the one singing! Quite a voice on her... I thought. I then started to look around a little and found myself back at the window I entered from.

I was walking around more and one of the floorboards creaked. The singing stopped. I hid in a dark corner trying to hide my face. I didn't want my glowing eyes and mouth to give me away. I watched as the girl who I assumed was Y/N made her way back to the window I came through.

I watched as she bent down and her eyes widening at whatever she was looking at. My eyes landed on a shoe print. I guess my shoes were dirty when I came in. She started to run down the hallway, but I quickly caught her in my strings. She stopped when she saw my strings surrounding her.

When I had her completely wrapped in my strings, she slowly turned her head towards me. I used my strings to turn her body toward me so she didn't have to fight to try to get a look at me. The look on her face was complete shock at first. Then it turned into a complete fear. I love that look!

I could tell that her head was flooded with questions on who I was and how I could exist. It took her awhile to finally find the courage to speak to me. "Wh-who are you?" she stuttered with obvious fear. I knew that there was no point in lying to her.

"I am The Puppeteer." I said.