Requested by BloodyDragonQueen

The Puppeteer x (Abused) Reader

2nd POV

Tears ran down your cheeks as you listened to the loud sound of banging on your bedroom door followed by your mothers drunken and angry screams.
You, 16-year-old Y/N, lived with an abusive and alcoholic mother.
You hated your life, every second of it was miserable, every time you stepped out of your room you always came back with a new cut or bruise, which your body was now covered with.
Your mother continued screaming your name as she tried to break the door down, the door being your only hope of safety from her.
After 20 minutes of crying in the corner of your room and hugging yourself as your mother tried to get in, she suddenly stopped.
You sniffled as you looked at the door with your red, puffy eyes and wondered why she abruptly stopped.
A few moments of silence went by, and then you heard the door knob turn.
Your heart started racing and you cowered even further into the corner as more tears ran down your face.
The door then opened, and your mother stood there, but there was something off.
You noticed this, and saw that the flesh in her arms had been ripped and being held by something that appeared to be like glowing golden string, her neck was snapped, she had blood all over her, and she was floating from the ground.
Your eyes widened and you stared at your mothers corpse, until she was dropped to the ground and it revealed someone was standing behind her.
There was a man there, he had black hair down a bit passed his shoulders, he had gray skin and glowing golden eyes, he wore a gray beanie and a black jacket, as well as black pants and shoes.
You stopped breathing, you were completely in shock, and the figure walked in.
"Well now, what's a pretty girl like you doing in the corner of this dark room?" The figure asked as he floated off the ground and towards you.
Your eyes followed him, and your heart felt as if it was about to jump out of your chest.
He stared down at you with his glowing eyes, and flashed a smile.
"How about you get off the floor?" He said as he lifted his hand, the same golden string that held your mother was now coming towards you.
It wrapped around your wrists and ankles, you squirmed and grunted as you tried to shake it off, but it squeezed tighter and held you in the air close to the man.
"My name is The Puppeteer, the last 'person' you'll see before you die." He said with a grin.
You looked with fear into his ruthless ones, then looked down at your mothers corpse.
All of your wounds then started to sting, remembering the pain and fear you experienced living in the hell-hole of your home.
"What are you thinking about, Y/N is it?" He asked.
You nodded and then sighed as you succumbed yourself, you looked lifelessly into his glowing ones again.
"Just get it over with." You muttered coldly.
His eyes slightly widened, and the Puppeteer grew surprised.
"Really? You're not like everyone else cowering because they don't want to be met with death?" He questioned as he slightly tilted his head.
You continued to stare into his eyes, "Why would it matter to you wether I wanted to die or not? I just want the pain to stop, so do me another favor and do it." You replied.
The Puppeteer's eyes grew to be a soft, faint yellow, and for some reason, you reminded him of his once depressed self who at the time, wanted nothing more than death.
He shook himself out of his thought and then set you down, he didn't want to remember who he was before he became a spirit.
He mentally cursed at himself for being soft and not killing you, but for some reason, he didn't want to end you, he couldn't.
You gave him a funny look, the man who just killed your mother and was talking like he was going to kill you just not even a few minutes ago, stopped? It made you confused.
The Puppeteer cleared his throat and turned around, "I'll be back tomorrow, don't think this is the end Y/N."
He then floated to the door and with a blink of an eye he disappeared, leaving you in your room with your mothers bloodied corpse.