An old abandoned warehouse in the outskirts of some random city makes a perfect hangout spot for most teens with nothing better to do. Not this night, though. Tonight it is just an empty building with an ominous presence. Tonight, a downtrodden soul simply wanders in with barely a purpose.

A young teen by the name of Amy arrives to the entrance, red tired eyes gazing across the graffiti left on the concrete surface. Strands of unkempt brunette hair dancing across her face as she makes her way through the front door, her frame becoming consumed by the shadows. A lone figure from afar watches the girl enter the building, silently traveling across the outer walls to gain access elsewhere.

As the young girl walks farther inside the warehouse, the air around her slowly becomes more cold than that of the night air. That did not matter to her, though. Not just physical feeling, but emotional feeling as well. For the past six months, ever since she met him, Amy has only realized how horrid life could be. How unfair it is.

How meaningless it is.

She had never thought how pointless it all was until her only true friend was able to convince her of the sick reality of life. Now, she honestly doesn't know what reason there is to keep going. It wasn't until she was told earlier today there is a way out...

A faint chuckle is heard off to the side, causing Amy to stop in her tracks. Turning to where the noise came from, she spots two glowing yellow eyes peering from the shadows. The pair belonging to the previously mentioned friend.

Puppeteer: Hello, Amy.

Moving into what little moonlight is shining from the broken sky lights, a "young man" reveals himself... floating towards Amy. A somewhat tall individual with a dark jacket and beanie. His pale gray skin reflecting the moonlight as those same yellow eyes continue to stare back at the girl.

Puppeteer: So, did you make up your mind?

Amy takes a second to look at him before staring to the ground.

Amy:... Yes.

......tssssssssssssss-

Puppeteer's wicked smile goes wide for a moment before turning into a half assed sympathetic look when she stares back up at him.

Amy: I just... Is there really no other way?

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Puppeteer: Amy, you know as much as I do that it will only get worse the longer you wait. Better to just end it to stop the pain.

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Amy's face goes laxed. If this is the better choice, than who is she to argue.

Amy: Will it be painful?

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Puppeteer does his best to hold back a laugh. Of course it's going to be painful.

Puppeteer: I'll do my best make it painless.

ssssssssssssss-

Puppeteer: Trust me, Amy, this is the right thing to do.

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Puppeteer: And once they know what happened-

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Puppeteer: They'll-

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Puppeteer: Ok, what the fuck is that?

Finally fed up with the persisting noise, Puppeteer snaps his head around to find the source of the sound. A few seconds of listening and searching later, he looks behind the girl and spots a figure walking just a ways off while carrying a large pouch.

Over to you, you hold onto the big bag of salt and continue to pour out a fairly small line. As the two finally notice your little display, you manage to complete the line into a salt circle with barely enough left over.

Puppeteer: Who the h-

Tossing the salt to the side, you quickly pull out a glock and take aim at Amy's feet. Wasting no time, you open fire on the ground, doing your best not to actually hit her. She lets out a yell and jumps around in place before running over to the outside of the circle.

Cought off guard, Puppeteer notices his prey fleeing and swiftly reaches a hand out to her. Gold strings launch from his fingers and fly towards Amy to ensnare her. Just as the strings are about to touch her, they suddenly burn right as they cross over the salt circle. He lets out a pained howl as he retracts the burnt strings. Clutching his hand, Puppeteer glares at you before turning to a shocked expression to what is happening.

Puppeteer: Oh shit... Oh shit, it's you! You're the one hunting us down!

(Y/n): Yup.

You holster your gun and pull out some sort of rifle.... A colorful rifle.

Giving the handle grip a few good pumps, you take aim with the water gun as you stare down Puppeteer, the CP sporting a confused look.

Puppeteer:.... The hell do you plan on doing with that?

(Y/n):... Our Father, who art in Heaven…. hallowed be thy name.
Thy Kingdom Come… Thy Will be Done…

As you start speaking, Puppeteer suddenly feels a slight burning sensation emit from his phantasmal skin. Once he looks at his arms with confusion and worry, you shoot a stream of water from the gun at him. The moment the water hits him in the chest, it soaks his jacket and causes smoke to bellow out into the air.

Puppeteer: AAAAUUURRGH!!!

The water burns his chest like hot magma as he grabs a hold of his mid section. It was at this moment he realizes what is going on.

The salt circle trapping him in, the sudden prayer being preached, the water burning him on contact...

This is an exorcism.

(Y/n): On Earth as it is in Heaven.
Give us this day our daily bread… and forgive us our trespasses… as we forgive those who trespass against us.

Another jet of holy water flies through thd air towards Puppeteer. He regains his bearings and manages to dodge out of the way of the shot. Seeing this, you pump the gun a few more times and tilt it upward.

(Y/n): And lead us not into temptation… But Deliver Us from Evil. Amen.

You let loose a stream across the inside of the circle, causing holy water to rain down all over.

(Y/n): St. Michael the Archangel, defend us in the day of battle; be our safeguard against the wickedness and snares of the devil.

Puppeteer just screams in pain as the droplets pepper his body from above, not being able to dodge this time. Patches of skin begin to burn away as his whole form is letting out smoke.

(Y/n): May GOD rebuke him, we humbly pray and do thou, O’ Prince of the Heavenly Host, by the Power of GOD, cast into hell Satan and all the other evil spirits, who prowl throughout the world, seeking the ruin of souls, Amen!

Increasing the volume of your voice, you manage to get a head shot with the water gun. This elicits a hellish howl from Puppeteer as he lashes out golden strings towards you. They end up burning in the air the moment they pass the salt circle, leaving you completely unharmed from the action.

Practically on fire at this point, Puppeteer just flies around in the circle, desperately ramming his body against the invisible wall with all his might. Believing he can be able to break free with force. All the while you keep soaking him with holy water from the safety of being outside the circle.

No longer floating, the now crisp Pasta stumbles on his hands and knees in the middle of the circle. His whole body covered in burn marks, missing skin, and all sorts of things that make him look like a less sexy Freddy Krueger. With what little energy he has left, Puppeteer raises his head up to glare at you. At least I think he's glaring. Hard to tell with the burnt off eyelids.

You give the water gun several pumps until it's hard to pump it anymore. Pointing your surprisingly lethal weapon, you finish up your prayer.

(Y/n): O’ Lord, hear my prayer… And let my cry come unto Thee.

Puppeteer: Fffuhhhk. You.

You unleash a torrent of holy water upon him, soaking the ghostly bastard in what is the final blow to finish it.

The liquid hits him, and his whole body ignites into flames. A scream that can only be described as the souls of the damned getting ass fucked with a red hot iron, Puppeteer flails about as he burns on the spot. With a new spurt of energy, he flings himself across the invisible walls of the salt circle as you enjoy the spectacle.

Not long after, the murderous spirit falls to the ground as he starts to convulse violently. With one final wail, Puppeteer suddenly explodes into a ball of flame. While the fire launches out, the salt circle once again contains the danger as the wind rushes past you.

Once the smoke and flames finally die down, all that remains are a few pieces of charred wood.

(Y/n): I love it when they don't stand a chance.

Finished with your latest kill, you lean down to grab the bag of salt and prepare to leave. The sound of heavy breathing to your right catches your attention. Looking over, you spot Amy from before huddled in a corner just staring wide eyed at the smouldering splinters.

(Y/n): Oh hey, I forgot you were still here.

Amy: Y-y-y-you killed him.

(Y/n): Technically, he was already dead. But sure.

You lift the bag up and turn to the door.

(Y/n): And good thing too. Lord knows what he would have done to you if I hadn't seen you walking around in the middle of the night. You know how these freaks are with their piss poor reasons for murder.

Amy: H-he was going to help kill me tonight.

You immediately stop in your tracks and stare at her wide eyed.

(Y/n): I... don't know how to respond to that. Take care now.

Amy: What am I supposed to do now?

(Y/n): I honestly don't care.

With that, you leave the girl in the warehouse and walk outside towards your van. Storing your salt and water gun away, you jump into the driver's seat and head off into the city. After a few minutes of driving, you stop to a red light and wait.

While waiting, you tap you fingers on the steering wheel as you try not to be bored. Glancing over to the side mirror, you notice a silhouetted figure standing just out of an alleyway. Although hard to tell, it almost looks like they're staring at you.

As the light turns green, you keep the creep in mind and continue to drive.

(Y/n): "Yep, I'm being stalked."

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