(ARE YOU KIDDING ME I LOVE BILLIE BUST UP AND FANTOCCIO IS MY FAVORITE CHARACTER AHHH THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THIS REQUEST)

Living with a puppet is weird. Sure it is, but you didn't really care what others thought. What always mattered to you was your father's love. He wasn't the best, sure, but he was always trying for the sake of your sanity and health.

He always watched you over when he had time, even if you two were always hanging out on that boring theater you live on. Sometimes he got mad, but he'd apologize a few minutes later.

Today, you were exploring the backstage of the theater, which was... surprisingly larger than you thought. You looked around in awe, until you bumped into a vase, and it fell down and broke down to PIECES.

Fantoccio, obviously, heard it and felt a sense of unease spark within him, so he went backstage and searched for you. — “ Kid? What are you up to- Oh. ”

He looked down at you, and the broken vase infront of you. He sighed.

— “ ...Don't apologize. I'll take care of that. ” He shrugged it off with a neutral expression, as he walked up over to you and places his hands on his hips.