#5 - Jeff & The Puppeteer


Jeff crosses his arms at him, trying to glare, but not having any eyelids doesn't help him. "Just give me truth." He sighs, waiting impatiently for my question.

"Impatient much?" I glared, resting my hands on my hip as Jeff just flipped me off. "Alright, Jefferey, if you could pick one person to be stuck with for the rest of your life, who would it be?" I smiled, watching as he pondered hard on this one.

"One person... Maybe.... Hmm... Jane." He smirks, glancing over at the female that was sharping her knife. Everyone was confused since they hate each other, so why did he pick her?

"The reason I chose Jane was because she gives me something to do. I can still go out to kill and such, but it's fun to see Jane try to kill me~"  He mocked, trying to annoy Jane which was working.

"Alright! Before Jane attacks, how about we move on!"

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Puppeteer sighs when he sees the bottle had landed on him. "Dare, give me the best you've got." Nodding my head, I glanced around the group before Helen stuck out the most out of everyone else.

"I dare you to kiss Helen for three minutes straight." Candy Pop tried to contain a chuckle, causing The Puppeteer to glare at him.

"Don't I think Helen has enough air for three minutes?"  Puppeteer points out, Helen agrees with him, a slight blush of embarrassment rested on his cheeks.

"Just kiss for three minutes. Don't worry, we're not going watch but we will glance up every now and there to make sure." Killing Kate states, pulling out a clock from her pocket.

"Your three minutes have begun." Puppeteer crawls over to Helen, resting a hand on his cheek before pressing his lips to the lips of the antisocial painter. I glanced down, seeing that Helen's face was bright red. After sitting, staring down at my foot, Kate lets everyone know the time was up. Glancing up, I see Puppeteer pat Helen's cheek before floating away from him.

"We're still friends, don't get any ideas," Puppeteer warns, pointing a finger at everyone.

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