Madam Herta had a few…Odd puppets here and there, but it was never anything concerning to her! Even the one that was oddly very intimate and affectionate when speaking about her in admiration, earning some looks from a few of the other Herta puppets.

All of them usually addressed her as “Madam Herta” or simply “The Herta” while some didn’t even call her anything as they were created in a way where they couldn’t speak. Well, all of them but one. That happened to be you who rarely ever called Herta by either one of those names, instead surprisingly calling her “Mother” , much to her chagrin…

An exasperated inhale would leave her any time you call her “Mother” , and don’t even get me started on how the other Genius Society members react to this sudden change in name from one of Madam Herta’s highly intelligent puppets…

I mean, she did create you in a way—but of course not like that! Herta had tried to reboot you every time, but for some reason; it never worked! It’s as if you really did crave the love of a mother, as if you were a live human in that puppet body yearning for the hold of a mother or any type of parental-figure…

“Can you tuck me into bed, Mother? I don’t like to do it by myself, I feel more secure when you do it. Plus, I’ve seen other mothers do that for their children, so there wouldn’t be anything wrong with you doing it for me.”

Herta’s eye visibly twitched at your silly request, and that name Herta grew to despise leaving your mouth as she huffed, “Fine, but only because you’re so persistent about this matter. Come along.” She demands, standing up and discarding whatever she was doing to grab your hand, and lead you to your chambers.

Despite how embarrassing your behavior towards Herta can be, she can’t exactly find it in herself to deny you—she had to admit (never out loud), your view towards her as your mother was quite endearing…!