His Little Marionette (The Puppeteer x Reader)

Chapter 23: Answers?

Y/N's POV

After a few more minutes of talking, the bell rang, telling us that class was going to start. The professor told us that it was a work day for the project. Lucky for Alicia and I, because we already finished the project, so we had a bunch of free time. We were happy that we got to have the entirety of this class period off. We started to quietly talk to each other.

Alicia took the opportunity to speak first. "So, anything new going on with you?"

I knew I couldn't tell her about The Puppeteer or whatever happened last night. So I said, "No, not really. You?"

"Nothing new here." she said.

After talking for a little while, I pulled out my phone and earbuds. I plugged the earbuds into my phone and offered one of the buds to Alicia. She took it and I started to watch YouTube videos on my phone with Alicia. We watched a bunch of funny videos while trying to stifle our laughs. When we failed to do so, we would get a glare from the professor.

After that class was over, we headed our separate ways having to go to different classes. On my way to my next class, I got stuck in my thoughts. What the heck is happening to me? Why was my hand glowing? What happened to my normal life?

I managed to pull myself away from my thoughts before walking into my next class. I walked up to the row I usually sit in and looked for my seat. I sat down and set my backpack next to me. I checked the time seeing I still had a couple of minutes before class started. I stared off into space and waited for class to start.

After all of my classes were done, I went home to relax a bit before going to work. Once I was inside of my apartment, I walked right into my room. I headed over to my computer. I opened it and went straight to YouTube. I decided to just browse YouTube until it was time for me to head to work.

After about a half an hour, I decided it was time to head to work. I grabbed my keys and walked out of my apartment. I walked out of the apartment building and I was walking to my car. I shivered. I regretted not grabbing my hoodie before leaving.

A few hours later, I arrived back at my apartment after my shift. I wasn't that late yet. I decided it was a good time to do the laundry. I grabbed some clothes that needed to be cleaned and threw them into a laundry basket. I grabbed some quarters before heading out.

After I was done with my laundry, I headed back to my apartment. I was exhausted. I decided to call it a night and head to bed. I walked into my bedroom and walked over to my bed. I set an alarm on my phone before going to sleep.

I managed to get about five hours of sleep before I heard noises coming from outside of my bedroom door. Here we go again. Sacrificing more sleep for the 'Puppeteer' guy. I picked up my phone to check the time. 3:20AM.

Before I knew it, the door to my bedroom opened. No knocking, just walking right in. "Sure, come right on in." I said sarcastically. I was noticing that I was starting to get used to his visits.

He chuckled at my comment. He made his way over to my desk chair. He sat down facing me. He was trying to think of what to say. After a few moments of silence, he spoke up.

"So, I have to ask, have you ever had any experience with your power, other than last night?" he asked.

"No, I never even knew I had powers. I thought my reaction last night made that clear." I replied.

"Has anything strange happened since last night?" he asked, curious.

I debated whether the weird static calls were worth mentioning. After a few seconds of internal debate, I finally answered. "Yes, I had gotten a couple of weird calls within the last few days."

"Weird calls?" he asked.

"Yes, there is no caller id, and all that I hear when I pick up is this weird static noise. I had one of these calls last night after you left. I could hear words through the static, but I'm not sure what it's saying. The only word I could make out was 'coming'."

I saw Puppeteer's eyes widen slightly. He stood up and made his way out of my room. Before leaving through the window, he spoke. "I need to speak to someone. I'll be back tomorrow night. Hopefully this time, I'll have some answers."

With that, he leaped out of the window. I walked up to the window. Of course when I looked down, I didn't see him. I closed my window before walking back into my room.

As I got back into bed, my mind was buzzing with questions. Answers? Answers to what? Answers about my power?  Questions were still swarming my head as I drifted back to sleep.