“I hate this thing with a burning passion.” Black Hat stated with a frown, his arms crossed as he looked down with you at the bed. On the bed laid the legless Black Hat puppet with a button as a replacement for the monocle, exaggerated large teeth with some stitches on the hat.

The puppet would be lying on its stomach with its head up looking in their overall direction, one of its arms tucked in with the other out as it had a singular rose in its mouth and rose pedals scattered all over the bed. Black Hat hated the puppet but never destroyed it for the reason that it resembled how “evil and handsome” he looked.

“Y’know, this is why I hate Valentine’s Day. THIS is why.” Black Hat placed his hands on his hips as he turned away, sighing in annoyance as he couldn’t even look at the puppet of himself.