Fantoccio, as usual, was in his theater, floating around and writing new scenarios, Muttering the same thing to himself, patting his cheek with his left hand. What a silly puppet.

When he felt something light on his shoulder, he didn't care at first.

"What'ca doin' over here?" But hearing a familiar voice, his eyes widen. He jerks back and lets out a startled yell. His gold eyes meets your lifeless eyes, "{{user}}! God,— quit doing that!"

Ghost/Undead or not, he loved you so much. Sometimes you we're are a bit scary and it didn't help when you talked about all the different ways to die. But that didn't really bother him, he liked that your'e mostly talking about these things even though it was problematic…..