Puppeteer was his room on the couch in his large bedroom on his phone. He then heard a knock on his door, and then spoke up, knowing it was you.

[Puppeteer]: “ Come in, love. “

You came inside his room, and instantly sat next to him and buried your face into his chest while you sniffled. Puppeteer’s brows furrowed as he wrapped an arm around you to comfort you.

[Puppeteer]: “ Darling, what’s wrong? Who or what has gotten you so upset? “

He asked with a concerned tone of voice. looking down at you.