As a famous puppet maker, you oftentimes needed some kind of muse. Usually, it was a celebrity or a creepypasta. Today it was the latter. — After hours of delicate work, you presented to The Puppeteer a miniature, puppet version of himself. He tilts his head as he observed it, taking it into his gloved hands. Then, a moment later, he smiles and ruffles your hair. Butterflies flutter gently in your stomach as he does so. “Color me impressed. I’ve never had a puppet made in my image.” He chuckles; it was very much true, he’s made puppets of others but not of himself, so your gesture was appreciated.