✖ . || @arthur-the-ghost-mechanic
It wasn’t very often that his master asked him to kill someone specifically. Actually, Puppet would even dare to say that his master NEVER asked him to do such a thing before. It had always been Puppet’s choice from the beginning, picking out meals for his master, so when the demon told him to find one specific man... it had surprised him.
Not only that, the choice of man the demon told him to kill was also... interesting.
But who was he to deny his master?
Puppet was mulling over how to lure the next target away so he could finish off his business quickly. The target looked way too much like himself, and Puppet wasn’t so sure if he really wanted to sleep with someone who basically looked like him, but one step at a time, really.
The guy had late hours when it came to work, so it wasn’t particularly hard to find him at night. With an easy, friendly smile on his face, Puppet approached the blonde.
He may look like you, but he’s just like those false friends from your past.
He’ll try to slip you up. DO NOT FALL FOR IT.
“Hey there. You’re looking a bit lost?”