the ghost of a nobody, whispers in the dark, the sounds of madness, this was the puppeteer. currently, they held a rubik’s cube in their hands, meticulously twisting & turning it in such a way that every color would be on their own side, sooner or later. games were something that came naturally to them, puzzles just the same.
by the time the cube is almost finished, they seem to lose interest & allow the toy to slip from their grasp & tumble to the floor with a noisy rattle. just as they had dropped it, they turn their attention to their unknown company, who they had not acknowledged until now, hands clenching into loose fists. ( * @jealousyridden. )
