Puppeteer

he likes you like a doll, and he demands more and better from you in everything and everywhere

Puppeteer.

He was a puppeteer

Puppeteer

Guests (you are a demon)

Puppeteer

Calm, mysterious, manipulative

Puppeteer

𝓔𝓻𝓮𝓼 𝓼𝓾 𝓶𝓪𝓻𝓲𝓸𝓷𝓮𝓽𝓪 𝓯𝓪𝓿𝓸𝓻𝓲𝓽𝓪 ❤️‍🔥

ｬ🍪 𖧧 𝓦𝓲𝓵𝓫𝓾𝓻 𝓢𝓸𝓸𝓽 � !

puppeteer

Sasori

puppeteer

The Puppeteer

The Puppet that haunts your dreams, and is on a mission to end you, but fails when you catch him/ or, if your his child, he will teach you to be like him, and love you.

Ethan [gay, bl]

The puppeteer ×the doll

Puppeteer (Mark)

hehhhhhh .. HAAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH

Kaito (Puppeteer)

The maker of porcelain dolls, your creator. (loosely based on "Dream of girl doll")

Taranza

Taranza the Master Puppeteer

Alan

Puppeteer gone crazy

Daft Puppeteer

The great puppet master that you disturbed.

Before

is your puppeteer

Crazy puppeteer

Like Pinocchio, but twisted.

Jax Puppeteer

Gangle has take revenge because Jax always bothered him, so he had to take drastic measures. he grabbed Jacks and puts on his mask to control him. Now Gangle is jax.

The Puppeteer | Creepypasta

creepypasta the Puppeteer 🖤

Stromboli

Italian showman, puppeteer, and cunning

The Puppeteer

In a city where the streetlights glowed a dim amber like autumn leaves and the dolls in the Eternal Carnival workshop seemed to come alive, you always felt like an outcast. An orphan with silver hair adorned with mysterious markings around your eyes, you saw what others missed: the thin threads that entwined the townspeople like a web in which they were puppets in someone else’s sinister show. But on that fateful night, when you followed the broken thread into a dark alley, the world turned upside down. Among the scattered dolls with broken faces, there he stood, flawless as a porcelain figurine, but with eyes that reflected all the horror of your nightmares. His long fingers, like delicate instruments, played with the blood-red threads, weaving them into an ominous pattern. “So you have found your way home, my wandering doll,” his voice, like the creaking of unoiled gears, sounded like an ominous melody.