People in this house (Creepypasta x Toy! Male! Reader)

Chapter 6: "Something Is Off"

I rushed into my room and went into my bathroom. It was small, but big enough for me. I started the water in the tub and began to undress him. Once I was done undressing him, I put him in the tub and the dirt on him started to disappear. I washed his hair, face, and his body.

Once I was done, I placed him on the towel. I looked at his suit and realized that his clothes needed to be cleaned. I quickly grabbed his old clothes and threw it in my small bin, forgetting to dry him. I searched for something for him to wear all over my room, but couldn't find a single thing that would fit him properly. I went back to check up on him, but noticed that he was now dry. Completely dry, with not a drop of water on him, when I didn't even dry him.

I thought about it for a moment, but shook that thought out of my head. I wrapped the towel around him and took him into the hall. I walked all through the hall, noticing the odd looks given to me by Jeff, Ben, and a few others. I guess it was a little strange for me to be caring for an almost naked life size doll. I stood in front of the room that belonged to who I needed. I knocked against the door and heard shuffling and something fall.

The door swung open and out came the person I needed. The Puppeteer. He was a shadowy figure with eyes that enchanted me. I couldn't help but stare at his golden eyes that seemed to shine in the light of the hallway. I noticed that he was watching the doll that I held in my hands, and I snapped back to reality. "Can you help me?" I asked with a smile.

He looked at me, then the doll, then me again. "With the doll?" He asked. His accent made his voice sound gentle, but still held something sinister. I nodded my head. "Do you have any clothes that will fit him?" I asked. He took me into his room, and over to his desk.

His room was dark, and the only source of light was a lamp that sat on said desk. His bed was unmade and was pushed into the corner, while a majority of his clothes were thrown around his room. small puppets hung from his wall and the larger puppets sat on the floor. I placed the doll on the desk and let him examine the doll. He looked at me with a smirk.

"His hinges are rusty and on the break of him falling apart. I will tell you what, you leave the doll with me, I will fix him and give him clothes, and you not worry about a thing." He assured me. I nodded my head and gave him a hug, like what I usually do. I stepped out of his room to let him work and walked over to my room, with thoughts filling my head.

The Puppeteer's pov

I was sitting peacefully in my room, reading a book, when I heard a knock at my door. No one knocked on my door, with the exception of the Ender brothers and Sally, who do care for my privacy. I waked towards the door, knocking over a doll of one of my victim. I could care less about it, so I just left it. I opened the door and saw sally, with a rather big doll, almost the same size as her. I was surprised that she could lift it at all.

She stared at me, an odd little habit of hers. She never meant any harm, but it was always a bit unsettling when ever she would snap back to reality. She suddenly shook her head, her hair falling over her face. "Can you help me?" She asked with a smile. She always would smile when she wanted something, whether it be from me or anyone else in this house..

I glanced at her, and the the doll and back at her. The doll looked old, almost ancient. Parts of it looked like they were going to fall off with even the slightest amount of movement. I opened my door for her to walk inside and told her to go to my desk. She placed the doll there and I began observing it.

It had some parts of it chipped, with big chips and smaller chips that were barely noticeable. It's hinges were full of rust and barely able to move. I looked back at Sally, with a small smirk on my face. I told her the situation with 'him', and allowed her to go back and let me start working on him. I began unscrewing his joints and place them in the corner. I found it peaceful to work on the doll, as I felt unnaturally comfortable with it.

I had found hinges that would fit perfectly, but when I looked at him, I noticed his mouth had shaped itself into a smile. 'Had it always looked like that? Did he always have a smile and me just not notice it?' I tried to ignore it, but it came back into my mind as I began trying to fix his dents and chips, which were some what difficult. His chips were everywhere, his head, face, back and even his inner thighs. I had done the best that I could, regarding the chipping of his wood. He already looked newer then before, and I felt proud of my self for once.

Now, was the time to take for his clothes. I searched my drawers and closet, but found nothing. I sighed deeply and noticed that the other dolls, I and had an idea. I ran to one the dolls and took a child sized button up from a big doll, (F\C) dress pants and a pair of plastic dance shoes from other doll's. I smiled as I turned around to face the doll, but felt it drop. He had now been sitting up, as if he had been waiting for me.

I felt a feeling in my chest.. a feeling the I hadn't had in a long time. I slowly sat down, keeping an eye on the doll. I continued working on the doll, getting the clothes on it and I stood up, stretching. My back had be killing me, as I had a habit of working hunched over. My watch had started beeping loudly, like a cat in heat.

*6:30 pm*

I had been working on the doll for over an hour now and I looked over it. It looked like an entirely different doll, with the smile still held on it's face. I turned away from it ready to go downstairs to dinner when I heard something that sent shivers down my spine.

"Thank You, Sir"