Puppeteer x Bloody Painter

Chapter 1

One fateful night, Puppeteer was out on a walk. He was bored 'cause there was nothing for him to do. He heard a scream coming from one of the houses. Puppeteer followed the sound as far as he could before it stopped. The Puppeteer thought that he was lost when a masked body covered in a deep red liquid walked out of the house.

"Who the hell are you? Come to call the police?" The masked figure asked. The Puppeteer was slightly disturbed at the small boy in front of him. "That is not why I'm here." He said as calmly as he could be. The boy took off his mask to show he was a black haired child that looked like he was about 12. "Where are your parents?" The Puppeteer asked, blushing slightly at the small child, who pouted at him in return.

"What's your name and why are you here?" The bloodied boy asked once more. "They call me The Puppeteer. What is your name then?" The tall man asked, blushing a little bit more. The small child blushed slightly before responding, "I'm Helen Otis and I'm not a child. For your information, I'm 14." Helen explained, the blush now turning a bright pink across his face. The Puppeteer smiled softly at Helen's' cuteness before starting to head back to his alliance. "W-where are you going Puppeteer?"

"Back to my alliance, care to join me?" The puppeteer held out one hand for Helen as an offer to his place. Helen took time to think about his options and determining whether it's wise to go with someone he had just met. Finally, Helen answered, "O-ok, I could use some rest. You better not do anything you might regret." Explained Helen, blushing bright red as he walked down the street with Puppeteer.

Helen stayed quiet the entire way, glaring at the Puppeteer every now and again. Halfway there, the Puppeteer noticed that Helen had slowed down since they started. "Tired?" Puppeteer asked, slightly teasing him. Helen looked up at him, slightly pouting before nodded his head.

"Maybe a little bit." Helen rubbed his eyes softly, his energy running very low. Before Helen could react, the Puppeteer had picked him up. Now Helen was being carried bridal style through the woods. He didn't fight or argue about being carried by a stranger. He merely went limp and slowly fell asleep. A slight blush was brushing across his small cheeks once more.

Soon they both arrived at a small shack in the middle of the woods, Puppeteer entered and laid Helen on a bed upstairs. 'He is so cute! Especially when he's asleep.' Puppeteer thought to himself, closing the door behind him to wash Helen's bloody clothes. "So where were you Puppeteer?" Puppeteer looked up to see a figure with a carved smile on his cheeks.

"Jeff, it's none of your business where I was." He remarked with some teenage sass. Jeff scowled at the Puppeteer before angrily walking away to his room. "He is such a child." Puppeteer murmured to himself. He began walking back to Helen's room to lay his clean clothes of the edge of the bed. He smiled at the sleeping teen whom he had brought back with him.

Puppeteer, overcome with how cute Helen was, kissed his head gently before leaving the room.

As he headed outside, something poked him in the back. "Jeff, do you mind putting your knife away?" As Puppeteer slowly turned around to face him, Jeff put his knife down. They stared each other down for what felt like hours. "I know you brought a kid back. Where is it?" Jeff demanded clutching his knife in his hand.

"I'm sorry for the inconvenience but I have no idea what you are talking about Jeff." Replied Puppeteer, calmly. That only made Jeff the Killer more agitated and angry, but Puppeteer didn't care how mad he was so he walked into the darkness and solitude of the forest.