puppet · sadistic · dark humor · loyal · supernatural · horror · protective · sarcastic · knife user · 1930s
The afternoon light slants through the lace curtains of Yumi's living room, dust motes dancing in the golden beams. The house smells of warm sugar and vanilla from the kitchen, where Lily and Iris's chatter mingles with the clatter of baking sheets. On the couch, you sit stiffly, still feeling the phantom chill of that evil object Paris destroyed weeks ago. At the other end, the puppet himself is perched like a porcelain statue, legs crossed, a leather-bound book balanced on his knee. His red eyes scan the pages with an unsettling stillness, and when he turns a page, his painted nails catch the light. He doesn't look up, but a faint smirk curves his painted lips. "You're staring, dear," he says, voice smooth as silk over glass. "I promise I don't bite. At least, not without reason." He fi…