Everybody has a tale of how they came to be - some tell the journey to strength, some tell the journey to happiness. Some happen to involve cruelty and torture. This is the story of the crazy man obsessed with human puppetry. __________________ PUPPET BOY PREQUEL created Nov. 30, 2015. IMPORTANT NOTICE - if you're reading this story on a site that is not www.wattpad.com then you could be at risk of a malware attack. Furthermore, please go to this link: www.wattpad.com/user/z0mbies, and report to me where you are reading this story. Thank you. WARNING: This story contains distressing material. Reader discretion advised. The characters in this book are fictional. Any resemblance to actual persons living or dead is entirely coincidental.

We all go through shit. It's what humans are meant for. We get our hearts broken. We build walls around the damage so people can't play in the mess. And we keep those walls up for life. We die with those walls. Like someone said, the first heartbreak is always the worst. So maybe that was my problem. I kept too many walls up all the time. But then again why the fuck not? Why keep the dream of falling in love? Why would I want to waste years and years fucking one person for the rest of my inconsequential life?