#puppet jack

Little puppet Jack doodle because his design is really cool <33

No tiene pito, jaja.

*This came in a fever dream and I couldn't wait to write it*

Obey...

Jack could barely open eyes when he felt his hair being combed through. Without a word, his head lifted up to his his breathing became slower and warmer. The touch of his hand and the fingers through his hair... Jack couldn't get enough. They were so kind and rough. Jack couldn't handle being played like this. His master was too good for him and Jack didn't deserve someone so caring to him.This is his place as one of his puppets. His main puppet, the one he loves the most.

Anti crouched next to him, placing his knife down for a moment to run both hands run through his matted hair, to touch his face, to feel his throat. He hummed in approval at his skin's glow as he wrapped his hand around it, Jack leaning in his palm. Anti held his hand their for a moment as he gently squeezed. His other hand held his head up while his thumb drew circles around his skin.

"Ýøū'řė śůçh â ğõød bøý," he praised as his hand let go of his throat. "Şø véřý ğõød." He traced his fingers over his throught, a nice even line. Jack shivered at his ghostly touch. "Đø ýøū wāņť ťø přôvę įť, Jäçķ?"

Eagerly, his head nodded as his blurred eyes weaved in and out. Jack wants him to be proud to call him a good puppet, a good boy. He felt a smile creep on his face as his hand left his throat.

"Ī hävê §öměťhįñğ főř ýøū," he whispered excitedly.

Something cold was placed in Jack's hand as he grasped it tightly. Anti helped lifted it to his throat then pressed the blade gently against his skin. Jack loves it when he shows him how to please him.

"Đø ýøū řêmęmbėŕ wháț I šhõwęď ýøū?" Anti asked, his voice high and kind like a mother.

Jack opened his eyes slightly as he nodded. "How could I ever forget, mäšțęř?" He loves showing his knowledge to him. He never forgets to řêmęmbėŕ or to forget. He wants to keep him his master happy. A shaky smile fell on his lips, happy to serve him.

Anti let go of his hand and nodded, allowing him to act. Jack's hand began to dig into his skin as he began to drag the knife. He never did it too fast because he would be angry at him. He kept his eyes open to marvel at his proud smile. His smile felt like a blanket covered in light and pride. Jack lifted his head higher to get the cut deeper like he showed him. He started to choke and gag, but he didn't stop. He wanted to show he was good enough--a good puppet who can obey.

Obey.

Obey to his Master.

Obey like a good puppet. Like a good boy.

He was his puppet, and Jack is better than the rest.

Mediocre written sibling dialogue because I don't see much of Peter and Dee interaction,,. forgive me

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