Paris' POV
That blasted clown came at me pushing me down and made me drop my knife. We ended up fist fighting trying to get him off me. I then heard screaming. It was Yumi and Y/n. I growled and kicked that clown off me hard. I grabbed my knife and as I turned around I could have sworn-
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Y/n's POVI woke up somewhere cold and dark... I looked around and felt stinging pains all around my body. I then remembered that the soldier toy grabbed me and...yumi got...I gasped and realized Yumi wasn't with me!!
"Yumi!!"
I called our to her, but no answer. I began to quiver in fear. Where is she? What happened to her? The thoughts came through my head making me cry. As soon as I hear noises, i head to the corner. The door opened and it wasn't a stranger.
"Paris!" I cried.
I ran up to him and hugged him tight as he sighed in relief of my safety. He checked for wounds or scars but he was glad to have not found none. He quickly looked but, he asked where Yumi was, I shook my head, not knowing. We both walked out of the room and looked everywhere for her. We soon hear screaming, we knew it was Yumi.
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Caring Puppet Paris x Reader
HorrorParis was a puppet in Y/n's grandfather's old antique shop. Y/n is a 16 year old girl who had always loved dolls. As she was younger she would talk to Paris without knowing he was alive.