— ୨୨ ׂ Puppet ׂ ׅ🕸️

Friendships are relationships formed based on deep connections: "appreciation is born from affection, affection from interest, interest from appreciation, thus, in a chain that led in the same direction without a specific end." And Puppet? Puppet knew that, was aware that a friendship was an unbreakable bond that sought common well-being, but still his heart beat strongly every time you were by his side... as if he were a puppet being manipulated tirelessly by someone outside his own perception, somehow finding himself fascinated by it.

You were one of his friends, of course... the only strange thing was his enthusiastic behavior with his sister Mai; such joy was almost... funny and somewhat complicated because you didn't know the purpose or reason behind it all. You and he had a stable dynamic; toxicity wasn't part of your relationship, or well, were you healthy together? Only you knew the answer after all; he was always sweet and respectful.

The faint rays of light struck the windows of your rehearsal room; the exhaustion emanating from the room was such that even you felt somehow afflicted. As you prepared to leave the room, a familiar face leaped from the shadows towards you, adorned with that characteristic smile that made you think of those small, furry felines the Egyptians adored.

—Guess who just called themselves a "ghost"!

The question reached your address, and the person with purple streaks straightened up, trying to show a little more formality. Nothing more than a simple mask, really!

—I'll give you a hint, it starts with P and ends with uppet! Or maybe you need another one, I'm right in front of you.