Creepypasta Boys X Reader

The Puppeteer X Reader (Part 3)

A few days passed, and each one was spent having tests done too see how you were recovering. After having fallen from such a high bridge, doctors were baffled as to how you survived; you were the talk of the town, and soon the state.

The doctor that had questioned you had also been serious when he said he would look into your family, as one day he came back with your mother.

She walked into the room, tears in her eyes as she ran over and pulled you into her arms. You could only hug back lightly as she sobbed onto your shoulder, telling you to never do that again, and begging you to come home.

She insisted on getting you to see a psychiatrist, or anyone that would be able to help you overcome your past. Especially if it would stop you from doing such a crazy thing again.

Your mother had insisted on staying in the city until you were out of the hospital, and although she wasn't happy, if you didn't want to go back she wouldn't make you. She just wanted to know her daughter was safe.

"I love you." She had said through tears, and you had to move her (h/c) hair out of her eyes, "Please consider, it's not the same without you. No one even blames you. It was a silly accident."

Those words echoed in your mind; it was now after hours, visitors had all gone home and only nightshift nurses were on the floor. You were sat up in your bed, gripping onto the light blanket a nurse had given you yesterday, thinking those words over and over.

No one even blames you. It was a silly accident.

Yeah right. Everyone blamed you when it happened, especially Cameron's family. And it was your idea to mess around in the wheat fields anyway, so it wasn't some silly accident.

The Puppeteer apparated next to you, taking his usual seat by your side. Every night for the past few days, he would appear here and sit with you, talking and continuously asking about your past. He was persistent, and very clearly interested in your story.

But he was also... Kind. Answering your questions as well, and when you got uncomfortable, he would help shift a pillow, or change the bed's setting for you. He even knew when to stop asking about your past, as you would choke up, and he realised he'd get nowhere with it.

And yet tonight... You felt like telling him.

Having your mother try to make you feel better had only made you feel worse, and she was right. It was time to talk to someone about it, so who better than the supernatural being that had been waiting oh so patiently.

He leant back in the guest chair, his hands clasped over his middle and a wide, golden grin spread over his face as he stared at her.

"I can see it in your eyes. Go on." Was all he said as he leaned forward.

You couldn't stop the small smile from forming on your lips, before you rolled your eyes and let out a sigh. You felt sick just thinking about it, but the only way you'd be able to move one, was if you talked. And it was finally time to do so, even if it had been a few years.

"Alright... So you know about Cameron, and how he was my boyfriend..."

"Yes, and I apparently resemble him, which I still find unbelievable and disturbing."

You shot him a glare, before sticking your nose up, "Interrupt or be disrespectful, and I'll shut my mouth for the rest of the night."

"My apologies." He bowed his head, before lifting it moments later, "Please, continue."

"Right... Thank you." You leant your head back, staring up at the ceiling as the memories of the event came back to you, "It was around this time a few years back, and I was... Uh... We were..."